The white-clothed scribe was accidentally injured by his companion's flying sword, and at the critical moment, he used a snow-capped mountain god to take the damage instead of him, although he was embarrassed, but finally saved his life.

However, the consequence of this is that you have to face the wrath of the gods, and you will not be able to summon the gods again for a long time.

Moreover, after suffering the consequences of being devoured by the gods, his crisis is still not solved.

His body had no shelter at the moment, and he had to fall into the danger of being attacked by Zhang Qiling and Mazaki Yihang again, and he was in danger several times.

"Do you really think you can win? You don't understand what kind of opponent you're up against! ”

The white-clothed scribe's shirt was stained with blood, and he no longer looked calm and relaxed. When he saw the stars falling from the sky raining down and annihilating his companions, he finally couldn't help but roar.

"Fight against me! You're all going to die a good death! ”

Blizzard turned into a wall between him and Zhang Qiling, who was constantly pursuing, and the white-clothed scribe threw his feather fan into the air and shouted, "O cold and noble god! Roar the winds of the Northland and the wolves of the wasteland, and send the endless winter in the palm of my hand! ”

"Great magic! Winter annihilation! ”

Before Zhang Qiling could slash the wall of ice and snow, the white-clothed scribe had finished his chanting. The snow-white feather fan that he threw into the air shattered piece by piece, and wisps fell like white ice and snow.

When the snow wall burst open, the midwinter snow pressed down on Zhang Qiling's head like an avalanche, overturning like a mountain.

Zhang Qiling is a liberal arts student with an honorary doctorate, but when she faces the big killer move of great magic, she is really at a loss.

Most of the advanced skills of a liberal arts student majoring in science and technology require a large number of electronic devices to assist them, and the only thing she can use now is a technology broadsword.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling was about to be buried by the winter snow, a force suddenly lifted her up behind her, and then threw her into the air.

"Speech Spirit Feather Fall!" When Mazaki Yihang grabbed Zhang Qiling's belt and threw it up, he didn't forget to roar and attach a spell.

Due to the blessing of the feather falling technique, this throw actually threw Zhang Qiling directly over the area that could be submerged by the midwinter snow, causing Zhang Qiling to fall directly next to the white-clothed scribe who had just released his great magic.

"You!" The white-clothed scribe was startled, his body had just released a great magic, and he was in the void at the moment.

"I'll you!" Zhang Qiling didn't know what happened to Mazaki Yihang after he rescued him, he was anxious, and his backhand slashed at the white-clothed scribe's body.

The glittering red technology knife cut through the muscles and bones of the human body as if it were cutting butter, and after the flash of the knife, the body of the white-clothed scribe was directly split in half, and even if his strength had reached the level of an honorary doctorate, he would die in an instant.

But the great avalanche he summoned did not stop because of the death of the caster, but continued to flow towards the location of the Zhao Guojun formation like a tidal wave.

Zhang Qiling didn't care about the life or death of the soldiers of Zhao State, she just wanted to know what happened to the Yingzhou warrior who threw herself out at the last moment.

She doesn't want to owe favors, let alone Yingzhou people.

Just then, she heard a loud roar coming from the depths of the earth beneath her feet.

Zhang Qiling saw that the war golem summoned by Ge Muchen was slowly coated with a layer of ominous red light, red and black, as if it was gradually coagulating plasma.

Ge Muchen stood in the middle of the military formation, his face flushed, as if he was participating in a difficult tug-of-war, trying to dispel the red light covering the war golem.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the bewitching red light on the war golem became more and more intense, and even permeated Ge Muchen himself little by little.

Gao Huan was still standing in the clouds at this time, manipulating the falling rain of stars to beat the red-clothed woman who was approaching him into a sieve, and at this time he also noticed the abnormality that happened to Ge Muchen.

Before he had time to think about it, the starlight falling in the sky suddenly dimmed, and it actually converged towards Gao Huan's palm, turning into a spear.

Gao Huan threw out his spear and stabbed it into the chest of the war golem.

With a piercing sound of iron and stone grinding, the form of the war golem instantly shattered and disappeared.

And at the moment when the war golem collapsed, the red light that had already dyed Ge Muchen's hands red finally dissipated.

As if all the strength had been withdrawn from his body, Ge Muchen's whole body collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out of his facial features. He was so angry that he obviously didn't have the strength to fight.

From the sky, the place where the War Golem stabbed its heavy sword has turned into a bottomless pit, and the roar of an ancient beast can be heard from this pit.

Gao Huan saw the red blood fountain gushing out of this big pit, like a condensed long whip suddenly poking out, and it was fiercely pumped towards Gao Huan.

From the time Gao Huan saw the blood-colored long whip appear to the time when the long whip was drawn towards him, there was not even a breath of time, neither dodging nor defending could be done, and even, all Gao Huan could see was a blood-red afterimage.

The blood-colored long whip was whipped into his body, and Gao Huan fell from the air with a muffled snort, only to feel that his body was about to be torn into countless pieces by the huge force in an instant.

In the process of falling at high speed, the magic power in his body vibrated violently, so that he could not change the shape of his falling body and could not recondense the magic power in his body, and could only watch the solid earth get closer and closer to him.

Obviously, he is already at the rank of "Honorary Doctorate", and he is an existence that is one step higher than a doctorate, but in the face of the attack of this blood-colored whip, he is still as helpless and fragile as a baby.

Before Gao Huan landed, Zhang Qiling didn't care that Mazaki Yihang, who might still be buried under the snow and could die at any time, just flew over and caught Gao Huan, who was about to kiss Mother Earth.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Qiling pressed Gao Huan's chest and asked in a deep voice.

Gao Huan opened his mouth to say that he was fine, but the blood and qi surged again, and immediately a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, staining Zhang Qiling's clothes red.

Zhang Qiling had never seen Gao Huan so seriously injured, and she was so anxious that tears were pouring out.

She wiped the blood foam from the corner of Gao Huan's mouth with her sleeve and asked loudly, "Hey, hey, are you really okay!" Don't scare me! ”

Gao Huan took a deep breath, letting the surging blood and shock magic in his body gradually calm down, and then replied in a deep voice, "It's okay."

Just two words are enough to make Zhang Qi's heart feel relieved.

The two of them then turned their eyes to the blood-colored whip that was still dancing wildly in mid-air, and their hearts were darkened.

Although he had long guessed that even if he was stabbed into the ground by Ge Muchen with the sword of war, the killing god Bai Qi would not fall, but his way of returning to the scene was a bit unexpected.

Is this a rank that transcends the honorary doctorate and belongs to the rank of "god"?