The sound of a bat flapping its wings is actually quite slight, but no matter how slight, when the number of them accumulates to a terrifying level, it can have a shocking effect.

"Are you ready?" Wang Heng exhaled and whispered to Francis.

Francis took a breath, closed his eyes in silence, and then opened them, already silent, and nodded: "Let's start." ”

The blood tide in the distance was already in sight.

The magic power in Wang Heng's arm surged, and the fast-flowing magic power even buzzed in the loop, the blue mang's flickering technique spread from the arm, and the staggered complex lines inspired a blazing light, and the blue ripples spread rapidly forward in a circle, and gradually became larger as they advanced, and in the blink of an eye, they came into contact with the crimson bats, but they quickly retreated in the layered impact of the bats.

Contrary to what he expected, the bats attacked in a much more organized way than he expected.

Wang Heng's complexion changed slightly, a few short and high-pitched syllables jumped out of his mouth, and the second layer of the technique was excited from the engraving, and the first layer of the technique was put on his arm together, and a circle of dark blue ripples tumbled forward and shot out, and the ripples inspired by the first layer of the technique seemed to be rendered in a deep blue along the way.

The light streaks were slender, stretching out inward-out, blue blades of light, and then began to spin with a humming sound, rolling towards the crimson bat torrent like a meat grinder.

There was a hard cutting sound as if rusty knives and steel were rubbing against each other, but in a flash of blue, a red bat fell to the ground, and then its form collapsed, turning into a mixture of red and black sand, and drifting towards the tail of the red tide as if it were attracted.

Then the black rays surged, and new red bats emerged from the distorted black light.

"Damn it!" Wang Heng scolded in a gloomy expression, turned his head to Wales and Viviera beside him, and said, "A simple physical attack has very little loss on this ghost, even if the body is defeated, it will be recycled and reconstructed again." ”

Without waiting to hear the two of them's answers, Wang Heng turned his head and yelled at Francis, "Flus! Isn't it okay yet! ”

"Don't rush." Francis replied in a low voice, cold sweat on his forehead, but his voice did not fluctuate.

The faint green light in front of him flowed, and the roots of the light paths were intertwined, forming intricate lines, and his eyes were full of caution, and a trace of essence flashed from time to time, attracting a new ray of light, adding another stroke to the already dense and dazzling technique.

As if he had reached a critical point, a layer of warm blue light swept through the technique in front of him, and the flickering magic patterns calmed down, like a deep pool without waves.

"Alright." The voice was no longer so calm, with a slight sense of relief.

Francis lightly tapped the technique in front of him, and the cyan huge round-edged technique flew towards Wang Heng, and finally stayed behind Wang Heng.

A layer of ghostly light shrouded Wang Heng's body, his spirit was lifted, and the blue light itself flowed back to the front of his body, injecting into the two layers of trembling techniques, and then the operation was turned, and the fine cone lines were formed between the two layers of the operation.

Wang Heng's eyes flashed with gloom, and his spirit was infused between the techniques.

With a push of his hand, the sharp cone disappeared in front of him, and a mixed beam of blue and blue light unstoppably pierced through the crimson bats, and even the black light cluster at the end was pierced by this blow.

The bats were stunned, but only for a moment, and then they opened their mouths in unison.

Uniformly towards Wang Heng, who was blocking the front.

The invisible impact turned into a violent impact, the air faintly vibrate, and the blue ripples that were originally stalemate with the red tide collapsed with one blow, and then continued to rush forward unabated, pointing directly at Wang Heng.

Wang Heng's pupils shrank, the magic power in his arm surged, and he let out a huge roar, and the light flashed and blasted a huge amount of magic power into the superimposed double technique, and he was about to fight head-on with the impact!

But in the end, Wales did not make the trip, and Wales raised his guard as the bats made an odd turn, and then a hair-raising sense of crisis was stabbed in his body.

He didn't hesitate, and before the blue ripples of the double technique were blocked, he rushed towards Wang Heng with his feet, and threw Wang Heng away.

The sound of a swift wind blew behind the two of them, sending out a loud roar.

Wang Heng's face turned grim, and after forcibly swallowing the magic power retrograde, he rushed to the bloody blood in his throat, and looked up at the original location.

As if scraped by a huge blade, a deep trace began to extend behind his original position, and it rushed out dozens of meters in a diffuse shape before exhausting.

With this level of impact, if he defends it head-on, I'm afraid there will be no bones left.

However, there was no time to thank him, and after Wales bounced up, he rolled on the spot and stood up, while stabilizing the dual technique in his hand, he yelled: "Don't be deceived, the core is not that black light!" In the middle section!"

Welsh's eyes flashed: "Understood." ”

With a flick of both hands, the six black squares between the fingers of the virtual grip popped out with sharp blades more than two feet long, three on the left and three on the left and right, and poked out like sharp claws.

The Black Key, a church weapon with the pages of the Bible as its blade.

With the force of his feet, the force of the explosion stepped out of the deep pit in place, and with a bang, his body had reached the middle of the red tide.

The holy white light in his hand flashed, and his arms slashed down like sharp claws.

The snow light slashed at the red bat, making a cracking sound, and then continued to descend, and among the six sharp blades, the one in the middle of the right hand slashed into some kind of hard object, making a huge roar.

The Welsh eyes flashed, and the white light concentrated on that point, bursting out with a blazing bright light, and roared: "Here! ”

Vivira, who followed closely, moved in her hand, and without hesitation, pulled out a red mang, slashing at the point where the white mang exploded.

"Boom!"

There was no sound of gold and iron, but a roar like an explosion.

The white glow made in Wales had been annihilated, and at the point where Viviera slashed, the red light flickered irregularly, like some ominous warning.

Wales withdrew his hand and continued his slash without hesitation, the blue glimmering black keys slicing through the red as if they had slashed through some extremely viscous liquid.

The red mangs are not weakened.

Wales's eyes flickered, and six black keys were inserted into the red light at the same time, just like that, standing in the invisible red light inside.

He was not surprised at all, the holy white light flashed in his arms, the power of the holy word was injected, and the six black keys were apex with black squares, interweaving the pattern of the six-pointed star.

Wales slapped his big hand, and all six black keys were submerged.

The red light flickered for a moment, and the flickering like breathing stopped, and the irregular light converged into a sphere, and the white six-pointed star was imprinted on the surface of the sphere.

Wales and Vivirazizi breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't notice that the red bats around him and the black light on their tails did not dissipate, but instead boiled and tumbled.

The blue light in Wang Heng's eyes flashed, his right hand was raised, and the dual technique smoothly emitted light, while the technique constructed by Francis behind him was slightly dim.

Then the chanting began.

Unlike the few short syllables that are constructed in the second form, the third, which is essentially the fourth level, requires a considerable amount of time to be chanted.

The ancient legend of the magic text spit out from Wang Heng's mouth without hurry, and every syllable jumped out, pressing the air even heavier.

Wales and Vivira finally recovered from the relaxation of the sealed ball of light, and noticed the movement of the surging black and red frenzy around them.

I couldn't help but be startled, and a new black key popped out, slashing out in all directions, sweeping out a large area of holy light.

But it was like a knife cutting water, and it slashed without hindrance, and then quickly returned to its original state after the light passed.

The bats had vanished by this time, leaving only a crimson blood-like liquid mixed with black light, surging endlessly, flickering with an eerie light.

Vivira raised her left hand to the center of her eyebrows, drawing out a blazing holy light, and the red black key of her right hand was raised, merging with the dazzling holy light between her eyebrows, like a lightsaber, and then slashed towards the black and red tide.

The beam slashed through the tide, but it was as slow as if it were moving in glue.

A trace of anxiety flashed in Wales' eyes, but there was nothing he could do, he could only condense the last holy light on the blue and black keys in his hand, and did not dare to squander it again.

The circuits in his body were already scarce, and the power of the six-pointed star that was injected into the seal was even more sparing, and there was not much left at this time.

"Get out of the way!" There was a loud shout not far away.

The Welsh scalp is numb, and the hair stands on end like a steel needle.

grabbed Viviera, who was still exerting strength, and with a "bang", a large crack burst under her feet, and took her to the side.

He never imagined that he would save people twice in the same position in such a short period of time.

……

Wang Heng's chanting had already ended, and the third blue magic pattern floated behind him, complementing the cyan complicated techniques.

These two procedures are indistinguishable from each other in terms of complexity.

The close alliance between Purple Kite and Maple Leaf can be said to have developed based on this.

The number of magic changes between single, double, triple and even multiple processes is increasing exponentially.

Single-process magic tricks such as magic bullets can be activated by simply urging the magic power to inject the mark, of course, don't expect how powerful it is, purely in terms of destructive power, it is not much different from pistol bullets.

The double process requires some means to assist in the realization of the process, and the short syllables when Wang Heng constructs them are simplified chanting, of course, the magic after the double amplification has an essential difference in change and power, and it is already comparable to a bomb at this time - of course, it is not such a rough horizontal contrast that can be fully understood.

And the triple and above techniques, chanting is already an inevitable fixed link, and the magic text is not aimed at the great source or the surrounding environment, but at the caster, which is essentially more like a hint to himself.

For example, the activation of the inherent enchantment is a typical example of chanting and casting.

Of course, there are real magic scripts with magical powers, but it is difficult to integrate them into the multiple spells that have already been formed, not only because of the changes in the magic power of the Great Source, but also because of the pressure tolerance of the caster himself.

Of course, what Wang Heng used was an ordinary hint demonic script.

And the special thing about the two families is that the magic patterns of the Maple Leaf family can be incorporated into the multiple magic patterns of the Purple Kite family as a double technique - the reason for maintaining an equal relationship between the two families is that this effect can also work in turn, and it only depends on who of the two families is more talented in multiple structures.

With the addition of the quadruple technique, Wang Heng's face was a little pale, but his eyes were more concentrated.

Roaring at the two church people who were still chaotic in the black and red tide, Wang Heng's fingertips flicked, and the path that was originally like a ripple or a pillar of light had already condensed into substance, and as his fingertips jumped, a few traces of dark blue and almost black matter flew forward.

Black trails are pulled along the way, with a fragmented feel.