Bhasa Yar and Chicodoli turned into two flying gods, echoing each other in the air, and the fight was inextricable, and the thousands of magicians below were stunned. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A magician who knew Posa Yar praised him: "Posa Yar is so powerful, what's going on, impossible, how did he do it without a mentor." ”

"Yes, the point is, he was locked to the pillar, how did he break free?"

"Yes, besides, the Heavenly Pillar is burning in the desert, how did he get out of the desert, it's really incredible."

A few magicians chattered.

The huge team lost its organization all at once, and the magician still watched the battle between the two in the air with great interest.

"I think it's a close matchup." A little magician said.

"Keep your mouth in mind, if the archmage hears you, you're finished."

“…… Thank you. ”

Posa Yar only used some of his strength to fight Chicodori, but Chicotori had already used all his strength.

From the contempt for Bhasa Yar at the beginning, to the current one is a little surprised.

"Great fireball!" Chicodoli used his best fireball technique.

He didn't even look at it, and with a wave of his hand, the big fireball deviated from its tracks. This was a bit of a surprise to Chicodo.

How could it be, with a wave of his hand, he knocked my fireball off track, how was this possible, how did he do it.

Chicodori's internal force was extremely surprised, because to knock his fireball off the track, he needed a strong magic core, and only a strong magic core could generate huge energy to knock the fireball off the track.

At a moment of Chicodori's surprise, Posa Yar teleported behind him.

"Ahh Chicodoli was surprised, but it was too late.

"Wow!" Posayel's hand, which had turned into an ice blade, had pierced Chicodori's chest.

"This ...... How...... How...... Why ......" Chicodoli was incomplete in his heart, his heart was lost and shocked, he never thought that he would be defeated at the hands of anyone, let alone at the hands of Bosayer.

In Chicotori's eyes, Posa Yar was a nameless junior who could be killed at any time, but now he gave him ......

Yes, not to defeat, but to kill.

The hand of Posa Yar stabbed into Chicodori's chest, and it was not over, and Posa Yar shouted angrily, "Burst! ”

"Bang!" ......

Chicodori's body was torn apart.

Flesh and blood fell from the sky to the ground little by little, and the mages below dropped their jaws in shock.

His own boss died like this.

Bhasayar soon landed.

"Fence him up." A magician who looked like a captain shouted.

Soon he was surrounded by a crowd.

"You actually killed our archmage, you ......"

"You what you. Do you want to do things under him, and you have not slaughtered enough? Bhasa yair scolded.

He scolded. The magicians who surrounded him were stupid, and everyone looked at each other, and they were indeed working under Chicodori, and they were trembling, and if they were not careful, their heads would move, so when Bhasa Yar uttered such a cry, all the magicians were shocked.

"Kill him, what are you waiting for? Even if Archmage Chicotorius is dead, and there is still a king in the Empire, can he spare the person who killed Archmage Chicotorius? If you slack off now, it may not be possible that the army will be pressed down and our legion will be wiped out. "The magician who looks like a captain is kind and seductive.

Thousands of mages looked at each other again, in addition to the mage legion, the Ötz Empire also had a cavalry legion and a killing soldier regiment, all of which numbered more than one million.

In order to save their lives, they had no choice but to kill Bhasayar.

Posa Yar clearly knew that in the current situation, no matter how powerful his magic was, it was impossible for him to face thousands of magicians. Thereupon......

"Full defense!" With a wave of his hands, he formed a circle within a radius around him.

"Kill!" The captain-like magician gave the order, and thousands of magicians performed offensive magic at the same time.

All of a sudden, fire, earth, plant destruction series, ice magic, and more were fired towards the defense circle of Bhasa Yair.

The violent sound of "bang......" burst in the air, and the whole defense of Bhasa Yar was not broken.

In the old days of magic, the circle of defense was opened according to its own core, that is, its own magical origin, not the spell in the spell, as if one was artificial and the other was mechanical.

Now he is using a new type of defense technique taught to him by Wang Dahai, which is a new kind of defense based on spells, which requires a small amount of magic factor from the caster to activate a powerful defense.

"What's going on, why can't you break through his defensive circle?" Several magicians who looked like small leaders were very surprised, why couldn't they break through the protective ring of Posa Yar, according to such a fierce attack, such a number of people, how could he still resist it.

"Hell, what kind of defense did he use?"

A few anxious magicians shouted.

I saw the bombardment on the school training ground in turns, and for a while the flames were soaring into the sky, and the thunder sounded, and the magicians who would use the thunderbolt spell to guide the thunder to bombard Bo Suyer.

But with thunder and lightning in the sky several times, there is no way to break the protective shield.

"No, it won't work?"

Several magicians were surprised.

I saw Posayair standing calmly in the center of the circle, watching round after round of bombardment.

It seems that these magicians have almost been infected by Chicoti, and I helped you kill this scourge, and you even want my life.

Bhasa Yar was furious.

"Ahh Bhasa yair roared, and in an instant, he slammed his hand into the earth, and he half-crouched, concentrating on pouring magical power into the earth.

"My strength is the source of my life, please let the earth shake, those souls who sleep in the ground, those who have died, please come out now!" Bhasa Yar recited the spell.

All of a sudden, the earth began to shake......

"What's going on?" The mages of the Slaughter Mage Corps staggered to their feet and shouted in panic.

"It's Posa Yar who casts a spell!"

"What's going on!"

The earth shook even more, and that's not all, withered arms stretched out from the ground......

"What is this?"

The leg of the mage of the Slaughter Mage Regiment was firmly grasped. (To be continued.) )