Ge Sheng was still heading towards Lanzhu without stopping.

The three hundred and seventy-one blades of the wind cut at him at three hundred and seventy-one angles, and he opened his arms.

There was no incantation, but a pale blue light flashed from the arm, and then a pale blue ice blade extended from the arm.

Ge Sheng had his own weapon, but he didn't think he needed to use it.

He's a true mid-level magician, but his fighting style is still hand-to-hand.

Although melee mages are shy to speak, no one will refuse if they are useful and useful.

It was ice in its purest form, derived from magic, used in battle, for granted, so it didn't need to be explained.

Ge Sheng's magic is in the service of his battle, so simple that it doesn't need to be explained.

So he stepped forward and began to spin.

The right hand that raised his arm slashed through the front wind blade, and then spun to smash more cyan blades into pieces.

Jumping in the twirling, more wind blades sliced across his skin and hair, and though even a slight deviation would cut him apart like a puppet, he said no, then he really wouldn't.

So he cut through the seventy-four blades, blocking the thirty-nine blades, and two hundred and sixty blades slashed beyond his body.

So unscathed.

It was a precise and mechanical movement, and it was swift and swift beyond the most agile cheetah. Ah Che was behind him, saw all his movements clearly, and finally fell silent, and then muttered, "So strong." ”

Ge Sheng didn't hear this, and he didn't need to hear it.

He broke the Dance of the Wind Blade in an instant, passed through the three hundred and seventy-one leaf wind blades, and then came to the front of Lan Zhu.

Lan Zhu looked at the boy who was close at hand, fearless, and sneered.

For there was a blue wall that stretched out in front of him and him, like a moat.

Lan Zhu held the small jade in his hand, with a condescending contemptuous look, and said softly: "Commoner, if you kneel, I can spare you from dying." ”

That is the defense of the spirit weapon, from the spirit weapon, constituted by the spirit weapon.

"There is a natural distinction between us." Lan Zhu spoke with pity: "What I have is something you can never imagine, common people. ”

Only the surname Lan is qualified to have a precious abnormal defensive spirit weapon, and only the surname Lan has the opportunity to receive the best cultivation and teaching.

"Maybe you don't know." Lan Zhu looked at Ge Sheng outside the cyan wall: "This is a spiritual weapon of the fifth grade of the realm. ”

Ge Sheng smiled, right in front of him.

Lan Zhu saw Ge Sheng's smile, and felt extremely uneasy at that moment.

He should have been panicked and desperate, why did he have such a calm and harmless smile on his face.

"Hey." With such a harmless innocent smile, Ge Sheng said, "You mean? Are you safe? ”

With that, the boy calmly clenched his fist and pulled his right arm back.

Charge, punch.

Two years ago, the Nine Treasure Lotus Lamp, which was a palace-like spiritual artifact of the Heavenly Realm Space Department, was cut in half under the hands of this ordinary and innocent young man.

Two years later, he threw his fist calmly.

Without any superfluous movements, clean, neat, and beautifully slammed into the cyan barrier.

Then he smashed through it directly with a punch without any suspense.

Lan Zhu watched as the wind wall he leaned on as Mount Tai was pierced by a punch, cracking, shattering like a soap bubble, and swaying like an eggshell.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to know, it was completely out of his control.

But he also didn't have time to think about what was happening.

Ge Sheng stepped forward and punched him right in the chest, sending him flying directly into the air with tremendous force.

"I'm sorry." Ge Sheng bowed his head: "You lost." ”

"How is that possible?" Ah Che couldn't understand the battle just now.

On one side is a nobleman surnamed Lan who will enter the realm at any time at the seventh level of the green rank, with the best teachings and the most precious spiritual weapons.

On one side is a civilian of the sixth level of the green rank, ordinary and ordinary.

It was supposed to be an incomparably disparity contest, but the winner should have been decided in an instant.

In fact, it is indeed a split second, but the winner is the one who should be defeated in an instant.

Then Ah Che covered his face: "You are not qualified to say that you are a magician. ”

She thought back to Ge Sheng's unreasonable punch, and then smiled: "What a savage fellow, how to break the magic wall with your fist or something......"

She carefully reflected on Fang Cai's process, shook her head and smiled: Actually, Lan Zhu himself was too light on the enemy.

He fought with the mentality of killing Ge Sheng casually, but Ge Sheng aimed to defeat him.

Originally, Lan Zhu himself had the cultivation of his family, and his talent was quite outstanding, and he felt that few people in his age could fight with him, not to mention this poor boy who was obviously younger than himself.

But who would have thought that this young man was actually only one level below him, and that he had such a powerful and unreasonable fighting ability.

Ah Che looked at Lan Zhu, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, without the slightest realization that the other party was his future fiancé: "If your opportunity to instantaneously generate intermediate magic didn't use that fancy and beautiful Wind Blade Dance, although you might not win, you wouldn't lose so quickly." ”

"Nope." Ge Sheng shook his head and said, "He believes in that seventh-level wind guardian too much. ”

"Do you think you've won?" Lan Zhu covered his chest, but laughed wildly as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world: "Hmmmmhaha......"

Ah Che suddenly remembered something and bit her cherry-colored lip slightly.

Ge Sheng looked at Lan Zhu, who was laughing wildly, wondering what he would say next.

"Get on my knees." Lan Zhu sat on the ground and said.

He spoke in an unmistakably commanding tone: "Then lick the floor in front of you and cut off your hand that hit me with your own hands." ”

Ah Che turned her head slightly and walked slowly towards them, as she realized what Lan Zhu wanted to do.

"You don't have the qualifications to command me." Ge Sheng looked at him and said seriously.

"Didn't you?" Lan Zhu smiled: "Do you have parents?" Do you have any relatives? You don't have to tell me, and I don't need to know about you, I'll just promise you that if you don't kneel down and do this today, then I'll find them. ”

"Your family will fall because of you, and your father will die because of you."

"Your siblings will be slaves and *** your mother, I will enjoy it myself."

Lan Zhu said the most filthy words calmly and proudly, even at this time, he was a nobleman with the surname Lan.

"So, get down on your knees." Lan Zhu sneered, "Lick the floor in front of you, and then cut off your own blasphemous hand, if you want your family to be safe." ”

Ge Sheng didn't kneel, he carefully looked at the calm and proud nobleman.

Then smile.

Lanzhu didn't know why this weird and powerful boy was laughing.

But Ge Sheng had already stepped forward.

"No!" Archer shouted a warning behind him.

In her trill, Ge Sheng threw his fist again.

The fist pierced through the air and slammed into the side of Lanzhu's face.

It was a blow from a thousand tribulations, so Lan Zhu was knocked up by a punch, and rolled out two feet away in the air.

Ge Sheng was silent and walked over.

He doesn't mind making up for a second punch, a third.