An hour is two hours.

This rain of light sprinkled by Gao Huan could last for a full two hours?

The general in black armor glanced at the sky, and the golden rain continued to fall from the sky, although the enveloping area was indeed huge, but the intensity of each line of rain was actually not large, so the woman in red and the white-haired old man seemed to be at ease.

This rain of light is only lethal to those with bachelor's strength or higher, but it is fatal to different people.

This made them have to keep the magic equipment running for two hours, unable to take time out to participate in the next big battle.

Otherwise, letting the rain of light fall into the rear of the Qin army will inevitably cause heavy casualties to the soldiers of the Qin army.

"I am a god of slaughter! Brat! Tell me your name! The black-armored general squinted at Gao Huan and asked in a deep voice.

Gao Huan had just released a great magic, but he didn't feel the emptiness in the core of magic like before.

He helped Masaki Ichihang, who was vomiting blood, to stand up, then looked at the black general in front of him, frowned slightly, and the familiar voice conveyed the information about the black armor general to him.

"Bai Qi, a man who kills gods and slaughters people, and there is only a line between him and the real gods! The strength is 'god', and he can beat dragon-level fierce beasts. ”

Hearing the system's evaluation of Bai Qi, Gao Huan immediately looked at the young scribe standing beside Bai Qi.

"Jiangzhou Sima, one of the top combat forces of the Qin State, has honorary doctorate-level strength, and can defeat dragon-level fierce beasts if he is fully prepared."

Seeing that the evaluation of this young scribe's force value was quite normal, Gao Huan breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Under Gao Huan, I have long admired General Bai's name, and I have come to ask for advice today." ”

Bai Qi snorted coldly, looking at the Zhao army that came outside the Qin army camp with shouts and killings, and knew that he had to fight quickly at this moment, so he immediately shouted: "Since you are here to ask for advice, then leave your life behind!" ”

The red light on the long sword in his hand flickered endlessly, and suddenly surged out like a fire dragon, and in less than a breath, he had already pounced in front of Gao Huan with his teeth and claws, and there was a faint fishy sweet smell thicker than blood plasma in the scorching fire.

Bai Qi fought all his life, and countless people died at his hands.

The way of killing is the way he testifies.

In this sword, in addition to his vast magic power, it is full of condensed killing intent to the extreme and the blood of ten thousand people rolling like soup.

Gao Huan's strength had now reached the honorary doctorate, but even so, when the blood and the dragon of fire were about to tear his face apart, he still couldn't make any defensive or dodging moves.

The realm is too far apart, and you can't even resist.

At this moment, only to hear another shout, Zhang Qiling fell from the sky with a knife, and the light of the science and technology broadsword in his hand reached ten zhang, daring to split the white fire dragon with a knife before Gao Huan was hit hard.

It was also at the same time that a battle golem nearly 100 meters tall composed of pure earth, rocks and trees rose from the ground and slammed down on Bai Qi with a fierce punch.

Manipulating the Battle Golem is Ge Muchen's specialty, and after his strength was promoted to the rank of Honorary Doctorate, this specialty was brought to the extreme.

When the huge battle golem landed with a punch, the endless wind and thunder were all engulfed in the momentum of this punch, and the space around the fist shattered.

Bai Qi, the killing god wearing black armor, withdrew the sword momentum that was cut off by Zhang Qiling at the last moment, and the long sword slanted from the bottom to the top, and the battle golem of nearly 100 meters seemed to be swept away by this sword light, and it instantly split into two sections, and its body disintegrated.

"It's okay!" Zhang Qiling took advantage of Bai Qi's distraction to deal with the battle golem, and asked Gao Huan in a deep voice.

Gao Huan helped the seriously injured Mazaki Yihang, nodded and replied simply, "It's okay." ”

Zhang Qiling didn't say much immediately, raised his big knife and went to help Ge Muchen.

No, the young white-clothed scribe holding a feather fan stopped in front of Zhang Qiling at this time, and said with a smile: "This girl, the battlefield is not the place where a little sister like you should appear. If you're interested, you'd better turn around on your own. ”

Zhang Qiling didn't intend to say much to this young scribe, and the light of the big knife in her hand skyrocketed again, making the blade of the entire knife look like it was condensed by a laser.

At the same time, the bright red laser armor spread from the hilt towards Zhang Qiling's arm, covering her whole body in an instant, covering her with a body of armor like flames.

It stands to reason that the young scribe should have never seen a liberal arts student in his era, but for Zhang Qiling's methods, this young scribe did not feel unusual.

The feather fan in his hand shook gently, and the white snow appeared in the void, condensing into a flying frightened bird or a boy with a sword, protecting the scribe's surroundings.

"Well, I'll give you a ride." The scribe said.

More wind and snow poured out from behind him and swept towards Zhang Qiling's body, as if to completely bury her and freeze her into an ice sculpture.

"I'll give you a ride." Zhang Qiling roared and slashed at the young scribe.

However, when she raised her hand, she realized that her mind was faintly swollen and drowsy, and the large knife in her hand had lost its strength and accuracy, and passed by the young scribe's side softly.

"Sleep in the eternal snow dream." The young scribe's feather fan shook lightly, blowing more wind and snow onto Zhang Qiling's body.

The snow is not simply cold, but his magic "Midwinter Dream". Enemies caught in the blizzard will be consumed by cold sleepiness unless their willpower is strong enough, and they will die in their sleep without fear.

Most of the time, young scribes would only use this trick when dealing with female enemies.

This is his elegance.

Gao Huan was still supporting Masaki Yihang at this time, and seeing that Zhang Qiling was about to lose, he immediately condensed the magic power of his whole body, and prepared to step forward to fight the young scribe.

Who would have thought that Masaki Yihang gritted his teeth to support his body at this time, and stood up alone, the katana in his hand overflowing.

"Spiritual Purification!" Masaki yelled, and Kiyo Hui spread out from his blade, piercing into Zhang Qiling's back.

With the influx of this clear light, Zhang Qiling, who was still full of muddy and almost sunk in this snowy scene, suddenly felt that a breath of fresh air only penetrated her skull, which lifted her spirits, and she was no longer sleepy.

She didn't look back to see where this clear light came from, she just roared, roared out the depression gathered in her heart, and then raised her knife again and rushed towards the source of the wind and snow.

"Eat this girl!" Zhang Qiling shouted.

Everywhere the sword flickered, every snowflake was shattered, and the birds and boys that had come to stop her were scattered, and the blazing light was about to fall steadily on the young scribe's forehead.

"Ugh." A sigh from behind the wind and snow came from behind the young scribe.

He lightly blocked Zhang Qiling's sword with the feather fan in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong with dying in silence?" ”

"In that case, I'll only be able to bring you pain."