Rumble!

The shock came, the magic shield was shattered, and the shield was also blasted into several pieces, and it was scrapped in an instant. Miller stepped on both feet, blasted step! Instant acceleration and rapid sweeping. Suddenly, his speed dropped dramatically, as if the air behind him had stagnated. It could have been possible to unload part of the opponent's explosive power into the ground with the help of retreat, but this time there was no unloading force at all, and the explosive step skill came to an abrupt end. Sure enough, in this place, he was not Tim's all-in-one general. He didn't expect to win, but he didn't expect to lose so quickly under the full defense, and the space around him blocked the possibility of him escaping, and it seemed that he had really reached the death situation. He was an Assassin, good at disguise and assassination, not good at such head-on confrontations.

He bit the pill hidden in his mouth, and a clear stream went straight down into his lungs, and the feeling of weakness after the shock was much lessened, and the opposite was full of magic. Two long thorns fell from his sleeve, caught them steadily, and then, without warning, flew into the air.

He was not good at frontal combat, but he was an assassin, and his ability to kill with one blow was much higher than that of mages and warriors of the same rank, and he developed a set of techniques in the course of years of assassination. Thorns are an unpopular weapon, and very few people choose to use them. His set of techniques only has sixteen stabs, each move is to do his best, and each stab is a one-hit kill. In the blink of an eye, he attacked Tim, this time Tim's expression was a little more solemn, and he didn't dare to hold it up, and a long knife appeared in his hand.

The spike was as fast as lightning, and before it could make contact with Tim's spear, a violent explosion suddenly erupted, and Tim was caught off guard and took two steps back, and his left ear was hit with a severe roar. At this time, Miller's second stab had already reached him, this time in the abdomen, because the straight stab was the fastest. Tim threw down the long knife in his hand at the last moment, and with another roar, the long stab hit the back of the knife, and he took three steps back. He had already reacted extremely quickly, but there was still a small half of the force that hit the soft place of his abdomen, if there was no blessing of the formation, this blow would be enough to seriously injure, even if he had an absolute home advantage, he was still injured by the enemy.

Miller didn't pause, and the third thorn was already in front of him. Tim took five steps back at this point, and the important thing was that his long knife was out of his hand and didn't have time to pick it up again before the third stab arrived. He had already felt the wind and thunder rushing in his face, so he could only give up the long knife, and the palms were pulled apart instantly, and the long spur came between the palms, but stopped, and there was a sharp collision in the square inch, and sparks appeared. This time Tim didn't retreat, because a huge amount of magic power was instantly concentrated between his palms, and it was extremely sticky.

Miller's spike's attack is actually a burst of compressed magic power at a point in a short period of time, which is not very powerful, but it is very practical. But this method has a big drawback, that is, the mana consumed is too huge, so it must not last. Tim's heart is bright and all he needs to do now is defend.

Miller's left hand thorn was condensed, but his movements still did not have a trace of stagnation, his right hand was already gaining momentum, and when the left hand thorn was not stagnant, it had already been raised, flirtatious!

Rumble!

Two long spikes collided violently, breaking through the defenses. It was not one thorn, but two thorns, the left thorn turned into a flirtatious thorn, and the right thorn became a straight thorn.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Miller stabbed five times in a row, directly breaking through the defenses, injuring Tim, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek, which looked shocking in the dim light.

Miller was furious to the extreme, and the volcano in his heart seemed to be on the verge of eruption, but he held back. Reason told him that if he gave up the defensive attack, it would be even more detrimental to him, so he endured it and turned red.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth stabs were faster than one stab, and one stab was stronger than one stab, and Tim's injuries were getting more and more, and he was covered with wounds, and he looked extremely miserable. But in fact, his injuries were not serious, but the second stab caused the most serious impact on the internal organs, and the others were skin injuries, which were just scary to watch. But he has some emotional problems at this time, and it is unbearable for anyone who has such a big advantage on his back to be beaten passively. Because of the grievances, it was inevitable that his hands would be messed up, so he suffered more and more injuries. He didn't have time to adjust, because Miller's attacks were like a storm, giving him no respite.

Miller's condition was not very good, his body began to tremble, that was because the magic in his body was a little weak, and he couldn't keep up with such an explosive output, which directly caused the meridians to tremble, but his hands were still stable and steady as a rock.

Suddenly, the two thorns in Miller's hand collided, and there was a whistling sound, causing a magic explosion in a very small area, forming a small vortex, and the two rows of shelves collapsed with a bang, and he was a moment shorter than Tim and flew into the air.

The decisive battle came so suddenly!

Tim's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sensed the danger of the thorn. He had a strong instinct that the blow would pose him a great danger. He waved his hands and laid a line of defense in front of him, a magic force that was frozen to the point of becoming tangible, and he flew backwards.

Of course, the speed of retreat could not stop the speed of progress, but there was a defensive block, and he believed that this was the final blow, and then it was his battle. The flying spikes quickly broke through the space in front of him, and the momentum was stronger than the previous fourteen thorns combined, easily breaking through the magic defense, but the speed was still slowing down, and just when Tim breathed a sigh of relief, another thorn appeared in his eye.

Accelerate your advance! It's a two-handed stab again!

But this time Tim was already on guard, how could he let him succeed, kicked the ground with his left foot, and retreated again.

And then

Miller turned suddenly, and a huge amount of magic gushed out from his feet.

Teleport!

High-level assassin skills, he directly crossed the magic cage created by Tim, stepped outside the space where the magic was stagnant, and disappeared in a flash.

This earth-shattering sixteen thorns is his mastery, and it is also the strongest weapon in a head-on confrontation, but he has never been good at head-on confrontation, he never thought of winning Tim head-on from the beginning, and everything he has is prepared for this moment. He fled, and as an assassin, it was his instinct to miss a blow and run thousands of miles, and he couldn't use his weaknesses to fight others. So he retreated simply, absolutely.

Tim on the other side was furious to the extreme, like a teased child, because the stab gave Miller uncontrollable time to teleport. He let out a roar, and the collapsed massive shelf flew up. It would take an astonishing burst of power, but it didn't stop Miller, who had already departed into the dim distance, gradually turning into a black dot in Tim's eyes, as if he would disappear from his sight in the next moment.

Tim didn't chase after him in the first place, gasping for breath and pulling out a token, which was the master key to the warehouse. He was the owner of this warehouse, and as long as he didn't agree, no one would be able to leave this place, so even if he was angry, he still chose to open the magic array first.

But the next second, he was shocked. He controlled the entire large array, so he immediately found that the closed formation of the main door of the warehouse was actually stagnant, and in his consciousness it was like a dull knife cutting flesh, although it was slowly activating, it was by no means ordinary.

This assassin has an answer! He cursed to be damned, and continued to urge the large array in his hand, and his figure flew out.

In front of the giant gate of the warehouse, a figure, backed by the wind and snow, under the yellow light, stretched out his arms alone, supporting the entire giant door.

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