Ouyang Dao's sweat was seen by others, and the professionals were relieved. The good news is that it seems difficult to drag him into contemplation. However, Ouyang Dao had another problem in his mind, starting from his mastery of the art of hunting, to his later movies "Projection Hand", "Deep Siphon", etc., Ouyang Dao felt that his talent was not very good, and even worse than ordinary people.

Like the characteristics of this focused psychic puncture, in the professional record, it describes in detail the question of how to bring a person into the subconscious, with a brief mention of later fulfillment and sacrifice, the latter two of which are obviously not a problem for the average person. These are also reflected in other practices, in which Ouyang Dao, based on his own data, vaguely believes that he is not qualified, then Ouyang Dao puts them behind him and focuses on the body, and now the practice is back on the agenda, and we have to face this serious difficulty. Ouyang Dao looked at him, his brows furrowed, and brandished his sword. He hadn't realized it yet, but his spiritual resistance was getting stronger and stronger, and Ouyang Dao's subconscious killer became unstable.

It's broken! Mordred suddenly roared and raised the sword in his hand, and the sword suddenly burst into flames. Ouyang Dao frowned. The movement of his subconscious mind is reflected in his body, which means that he is beginning to shed the influence of the subconscious killer. After a few minutes, Ouyang Dao still didn't realize it, but the subconscious killer was crumbling. He opened his eyes and looked at Ouyang Dao seriously.

"You, good" Next, Mordred drew his sword, unstoppable. Ouyang Dao flashed his sword, his clothes were blackened by the blade, Ouyang Dao glanced at his half-naked shoulders and shook his head. The quality of the clothes was too bad for him, he needed a high-grade bio-tanned inner nail with skin, and a dragon would be great.

On this side, Mordred went on the attack, knowing that he was physically exhausted and defeat was inevitable unless he made a quick decision. The injury to his left hand affected his performance and spread throughout his body. He's running out of time.

Ouyang Dao dodged the pitchfork again, the burning blade slashed through Ouyang Dao's eyes, and behind him was Mordred's angry shadow, Ouyang Dao seized the opportunity and subconsciously attacked again. Yes! Mordred screamed, being hit twice in a row. He developed resistance to the subliminal killer, but this resistance did not stop him from resisting the subconscious killer.

Everyone was quiet, and Ouyang Dao circled around him. Consciousness, consciousness, where? What fell to the ground? Ouyang Dao's thoughts were adjusted over and over again, but the light bulb hadn't lit up yet, and Ouyang Dao couldn't help it. Low qualifications, long time, this is the law, will not change because of strength. Ouyang Dao circled around the boxing ring, and the audience was very concerned.

They thought that Ouyang Dao's magic had been lost. Now that he's quiet again, it's not good news for these people. After another ten minutes or so, Ouyang Dao still didn't realize it, but his left arm had deteriorated again, and the dryness and atrophy had spread to the middle of his upper arm. Underneath the ring, the officer in charge of the place frowned, called the soldier aside, and conveyed a message.

Lancelot's reputation is good, but not enough

Discourage other professionals. The main reason for the cowardice of the others was that Lancelot was resting in the camp. The fence was wounded in a previous battle, weakened and needed to recover, and the owner of the camp went out to gather resources. Lancelot is now the strongest in the camp. Mordred was wounded, and the officer in charge had to carry a letter to Lancelot.

Lancelot came quickly. He jumped straight from where he came, flew low with the power of the flames, and landed on the side of the ring like a phoenix. The officer next to me looked at me and roared. Lancelot's expression was not calm. The sergeant looked at Ouyang Dao and thought to himself, this magician is in big trouble.

"Stop!" When Lancelot landed, he saw Ouyang Dao studying Mordred like a monkey, so the Great Swordsman drew his scabbard. Sword Qi is a tactic that can be used by all levels, but it is still referred to by default as Sword Qi, as it refers to the master level sword as an outward launch of the sword. There is no other reason. After mastering this power, every movement of the master will bring this power, and any attack will be greatly enhanced.

There were sparks in Lancelot's air, filled with the power of fire and light, and if the air hit him in front of him, he would be bombarded with extremely intense light and heat, as if the sun was shining down from a high place, which could not be avoided or watched.

Bang! Lancelot's breathing stopped in mid-air, suddenly blocked by a barrier. The sword's breath collides with the barrier, and eventually the sword's breath is consumed and the barrier remains motionless. Lancelot gritted his teeth, the sudden appearance of the barrier showed something wrong, and those who were fighting with their own disciples had a teacher behind them.

"Which friend of yours did it?" Lancelot looked around carefully, "I only have Mordred, I have no intention of interfering in a formal duel, I just want to surrender on his behalf and heal him," Lancelot shouted three times, still not moving, the spell barrier in the air still hanging, like an impenetrable mountain.

The old wizard in the dark smiled bitterly. Without Ouyang Dao's order, he didn't dare to lift the guardrail. Lancelot yelled at him, of course, in vain. As soon as the teacher thought of his disciple, he couldn't help but preach to Ouyang Dao.

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"Gaia, why didn't you let him out?"

"Don't interrupt me, I'm busy" Ouyang Dao cut off contact with the old wizard, and Mordred was released to study the object he wanted to study. The old mage had no choice but to hide in the shadows, and as time went on, his shoulders began to shrink, and Lancelot watched anxiously.

In the boxing ring, the other professionals looked at each other and were happy. Lancelot has been domineering for a long time, but Lancelot has always profited from it, and as a vested interest, these professionals are very unhappy with him, and he often gets in the way of others. Now Lancelot is the target of public criticism, and far from sympathizing with the shrunken Mordred, he wants Mordred to stay in power for as long as possible.

Who called you so domineering, a fight is a fight, haha, provoke someone else's master, deserved! The professional was secretly happy as Lancelot's face darkened and darkened. Mordred was his only student, retrained

It takes a lot of time to practice him, and nothing can go wrong. Suddenly, Lancelot opened three swords, not in the boxing ring, but in front of a professional audience. The three stripes formed a shrunken array of flames that surrounded everyone. "If you don't stop, I'll be cruel!"

Lancelot's face turned pale, and the master's momentum had little effect on the embattled pros. At times like these, who cares if Lancelot is a master or not. Under tremendous pressure, the professionals vented their frustrations and sent greetings to the Lancelot family.

Ouyang Dao was shocked, Lancelot's operation was really interesting, this wave of professional onlookers didn't know how many people were involved, and they really had to be handled carefully. Gee! Ouyang Dao spoke to the old master and let go of his guard in the ring.

Ouyang Dao also withdrew his identity as a subconscious killer, and Lancelot immediately rushed into the boxing ring and held him in his arms, barely conscious. By this time, Mordred's left arm had completely shrunk, as if a child's arm had been added to her shoulder.

Lancelot gritted his teeth and held Mordred in his arms, Rose said, "I remember this day, I will be rewarded in the future" As he spoke, Lancelot glared at Ouyang Dao viciously and turned away. Ouyang Dao didn't like it. He wanted to let the lame go, but now... Bang!

The jumping Lancelot crashed directly into the obstacle, the old mage's shield was a legendary thing, stronger than the legendary armor, stronger than the scale of the legendary dragon, and Lancelot slammed his head into the obstacle, causing his helmet to dent.

"Your apprentice may take it away, and you stay here with me, one-on-one, it's fair." The old master's voice came from a distance, and before Lancelot could speak, he was surrounded by a group of diamond-shaped obstacles. Each barrier was the size of a shield and curved outward from the middle, encircling Lancelot with no way out. Under the teacher's control, the shield attacks from front to back and from left to right, and Lancelot is trapped and unable to dodge.

Bang, bang, bang! Lancelot did not have time to prepare his runes and waved his sword in vain, unable to open any obstacles. On the other hand, players trapped in flames lose their voice. When the master let his guard down, Lancelot immediately went to protect his disciples.

When the professionals saw Lancelot in the sluice, they were all scared into a cold sweat. For God's sake, Lancelot must have been a big-hearted man, otherwise if he got angry, the hostages would be in danger. "If I were you, I'd call the elders back now,"

Ouyang Dao stood outside the Flame Sword and said, "My teacher has a bad temper, Lancelot Swordsman may have to stay for a while longer," gently reminding Ouyang Dao that the elders were pale and looked at each other from the front, each of you showed the best side of the other. Ouyang Dao smelled a strong smell from a distance and smiled. Ouyang Dao didn't have to worry about Lancelot's threat. What if Lancelot killed these professionals?

The old man behind Ouyang Dao is not bad. The elders of these professions, even if they complained, did not dare to attack this legendary old mage.