Chapter Seventy-Three: The group attack spell, this king also has it

"Boy, let me let you know that Liuyun City is not a small cottage like you that can be attacked casually, and if you are here, leave the bones here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info" Qin Lao looked at Duanmu Xuan in the distance and said to himself.

He held the goose feather fan and waved it lightly forward, and the Dao spiritual power fluctuated and gushed out, like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole, winding and stretching, flying straight into the sky.

Then, his hands changed, words were muttered in his mouth, and the spiritual power that spread in mid-air was instantly ignited, and the raging fire burned all over the sky.

In the void, hurricanes gusted, and the entire sky was dyed red by golden-red flames, and the temperature around them instantly rose a lot.

"Beacon Fire Remnant Clouds!" Qin Lao's eyes froze, his wrinkled face revealed a cruel smile, and at this moment, the goose feather fan in his hand was burning with raging fire, and the blazing light dyed his face golden red.

"Give me all the deaths!" Qin Lao stretched out his hand and shook it, and the flames in the sky were like falcons, condensing wildly, flapping the huge flame wings, and swept towards the bandits in the field.

"Wen Xiu, Kan Soul Realm Fivefold!" Duanmu Xuan's eyes froze, his face changed drastically, and then he said loudly: "Huang Yueying, defend quickly!"

The biggest difference between Wu Xiu and Wen Xiu is that although the former is strong in heads-up, the group lethality of the latter is several times that of the former.

A powerful Wen Xiu appeared on the battlefield, and he was definitely a killing weapon, a war crusher.

The bandits were shocked, seeing the flames in the sky shrouded in the sky, and the terrifying aura pressed them a little breathless, and even the mounts under their crotches began to be restless, wanting to leave here.

Huang Yueying's brows frowned slightly, and she sped up her playing, and the invisible fluctuations condensed and formed, forming a circle of light, and various runes flashed on the surface of the aperture, resisting the attack of the fire.

"Hmph, girl, the old man's spell is not as simple as you think!" Qin Lao snorted coldly, concentrated his spiritual power on the goose feather fan, and with a sudden wave, the flames in the void became even more ferocious.

Bang!

The aperture was broken through by the flames, and the flames swept down, Huang Yueying's eyes condensed, and the spiritual power was raised to the extreme, and the sound of the piano continued, repairing the opening.

Huang Yueying had to control the eight wooden figures on one side, and on the other hand, she had to play the heavenly strings, and she had to distract herself from the flames attack, so it was extremely difficult to achieve three uses in one mind.

If Huang Yueying faced Qin Lao's attack alone, it would be easy to defend against it.

But war is like that, everything is about the big picture.

The flames that broke through the aperture were like meteorites outside the sky, falling from the sky and smashing into the battlefield, and with a "boom", a deep pit was smashed on the ground, and dozens of people instantly turned into flying ash and scattered with the wind.

Among them, the casualties of the soldiers in Liuyun City were even more serious, and Qin Lao didn't care about the dead soldiers at all.

As long as the nearby bandit is stained with a little bit of fire, the whole person will ignite in an instant, and in an instant, even the person and the mount will turn into fly ash and lose their vitality.

"Group attack skills, this king also has them!" Duanmu Xuan snorted coldly, concentrating his spiritual power on the dragon scale fan, and a cold aura shrouded him, with him as the center, the temperature around him instantly dropped by a few degrees.

The ice-blue mist filled the sky, suppressing the fiery red flames, and white snow the size of a bean grain fell from the sky, moving with the wind, covering the city walls and covering the earth.

The green leaves were frosty and formed ice slag, and the sky was covered with snow, covering the scenery for ten miles.

The moment the cold snow touched the soldiers, they all turned into ice sculptures, and the whole person was frozen and unable to move.

A hurricane swept by, and the ice sculptures fell to the ground, shattering in an instant, turning into palm-sized pieces of ice, and the soldiers did not feel pain until they died.

"The show is still to come, Frost and Snow Dance!" Duanmu Xuan shouted loudly, the dragon scale fan in his hand seemed to come to life, blue light, a huge ice dragon, flying straight into the sky, circling in the void.

The ice dragon roared in the sky, and there were bursts of dragon groans, and every time the dragon head moved, a large amount of ice slag fell from its body and fell to the ground.

Under the amplification of the dragon scale fan, Duanmu Xuan's spells were like a tiger with wings, and the power was even more fierce.

This is the importance of weapons, the same spells and martial arts, but on different levels of weapons, the power exerted is also completely different.