The battle in the Hall of Magic is at a fever pitch.

Several heavy shield swordsmen tried to surround the demon queen Arsie, relying on the number of people to offset her strength advantage. But there was only one of them in each direction, and Arcie could knock any of them away with just a shield assault.

Shield strikes may seem clumsy, but they are actually extremely powerful. Whenever the attack is successful, the injured person will spurt out a blood drill in mid-air, and after falling to the ground, he will not die or be seriously injured, and he will never be spared.

The wizards tried their best to increase the stamina and physical strength of their acolytes, but no matter what, they couldn't stop a construction machine designed for killing.

In particular, this living magic machine has been strengthened so flexibly that it has become meaningless to close in.

On the other side, Erin's catalyzed vines were blasted by the opponent's continuous fireballs. But the necromancer Montino summoned a wave of low-level skeletons in a fit of laughter.

These skeletons were completely skeletons, and the wizard squire on the opposite side could blow two or three with a single hammer, and a single fireball could blow up a dozen.

But just as the other party was beating the skeleton violently, it continued to be delayed, and the 'Missile Staff' in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was like a life talisman.

Whoever points dies.

Even if someone rushed to Zhou Qingfeng with blood and water, he was either killed as an idiot by the impact of mental power, or he was bitten the thigh by the black cat meowing all over the ground.

Hammering, falling to the ground, roaring, howling, the hall was noisy. This is a bloody fight that has never been seen here. After fighting for a long time, no one could even cause the slightest damage to Zhou Qingfeng.

It's not that the opponent is too weak, it's that they didn't think about starting a fight at all.

On the surface, the chiefs of the Wizard's Tower came prepared, but psychologically they didn't have the idea of fighting to the death. They felt that they would definitely be able to pressure Zhou Qingfeng to submit.

But once they encounter hard bones that refuse to give in, they can't gnaw on them.

The chief side obviously has the advantage, but it is suppressed by the side that is willing to fight hard, and he can't win no matter how he fights. The huge psychological deficit forced them to come up with life-threatening tricks.

The spell chief opened any door and threw the summoned two demon hounds to Zhou Qingfeng's side.

The two ferocious and furious monsters screamed when they appeared, their eyes glowing with a terrifying red light, and they had an aura of fear, and their fangs opened and closed just waiting for a feast of flesh and blood, and they almost ran away uncontrollably.

But as soon as they pass through any door, their barking immediately turns to whining. The originally unruly mad dog turned into a good dog in the blink of an eye, and he didn't dare to move when he lay on the ground.

After being glared at by Zhou Qingfeng again, the two demon hounds were frightened and fled directly back to the abyss. Instead, the coquettish laughter of Meadis resounded in the hall of magic, which made many wizards waver and unable to focus.

The tricks that took a lot of effort were easily cracked by the opponent, and the chief spell was crazy and wanted to vomit blood. He gritted his teeth and tore open the 'Dead Cloud Technique' scroll that he had purchased at a high price.

In the small hall, this trick is completely the same way of playing.

The spell worked, and a strange and terrifying yellow-green poison cloud exploded under Zhou Qingfeng's feet.

The toxicity of the Dead Cloud is extremely intense. There is no reason why a person with poor physique would be killed on the spot. Even if you have a good physique, you will suffer continuous serious damage if you are in the poison cloud for a long time, and it is useless to hold your breath.

This is a lore arcane, extremely vicious.

As soon as this move was made, all the wizards who remained in the magic hall let out a miserable cry, and both friend and foe were threatened. There are few wizards who have good physique, and if they inhale a breath of poison gas, they will be killed on the spot.

For example, Erin and the goblins couldn't stand it and fled immediately with the convenience of teleportation in the tower. The other wizards didn't care too much, and left one after another to save their lives.

The morale of the wizard attendants was even more demoralized, and the wolves ran and scurried, and they were defeated on the spot.

The spell chief knew this, but he hoped that he could kill Zhou Qingfeng with this killing arcane technique that hurt others and hurt himself. He knows.......

Necromancy has no effect on the necromancer Montino, nor does it work on the Witch Alsie, nor does it work on the Void Sophia and the Alchemist Meow. But on the damn Victor. Hugo always works.

This guy should be a person!

Zhou Qingfeng was indifferent to this. He only pointed the 'Secondary Missile Staff' at the spell chief again, and took a breath of death cloud poison gas in front of the other party, laughing out loud.

Isaac.

Whoosh and another five-shot missile.

The shield on the Spell Chief's body to defend against missiles was collectively lifted by the goblins. He relied on the fact that he still kept a mage armor, and did not re-protect it, and just wanted to race against time to kill his opponent.

The mage's armor fended off four missiles in a row.

But the fifth missile hit the Spell Chief's chest, and his low physique caused him to be severely injured on the spot. The moment he bled to the ground, he looked at Zhou Qingfeng incredulously.

How could the ultimate, which terrified all the wizards and squires present, be ineffective?

Aha.....

Zhou Qingfeng only mocked indifferently, "I forgot to say, I am a perfect body, immune to toxins." Don't poison me in the future. But you're probably not going to be able to do it anymore. ”

The thick poisonous cloud would not dissipate for a while, but the crowded scene in the magic hall dissipated in an instant. The whole battle was only a dozen breaths.

Rao, the chief of the Plastics, fell from the wall of the hall, his eyes split. The scroll in his hand had just been torn open, unleashing a 'Human Immobilization'.

Not every wizard can be as handy as Zhou Qingfeng is a magic gem. The chief of Coldwind City wants to cast spells quickly, and the most convenient thing is the scroll.

Just meet Victor who has the ability to make money. Hugo, poor immobilization didn't have any effect, and the gathered magic power collapsed and became invisible.

The feeling of being restrained and even pressed and beaten by the enemy is too humiliating.

As the chief of plastic energy, Rao has always used all kinds of powerful arcane arts to blast people. But he didn't release a spell today, and as soon as he started, he was bombarded by others.

With a bunch of magical items and protective spells on his body, Rao survived Alsie's impact. He was even knocked out of the range of the goblin's magic, saving his own life.

But so what, the chips are all on the table, and the situation is decided.

Rao came out strongly, and was scolded by Zhou Qingfeng, and the wizards' disposition of caring only for themselves was immediately exposed.

Now the dead die, the fleeing flees.

It's over, it's too bad!

This is far from the expected powerful Coldwind City wizard group. Powerful arcane arts didn't work as well as they should. There is no cooperation, no assistance, only selfishness.

In the middle of the hall, Witch Arcie was still using her power to deal with the last enemy.

There was a spell wizard who used 'Morph Himself' to transform into a strong gnolll and wield a level 3 enchanted halberd with fire damage.

The jackal is physically strong, and it will not be able to die for a while in the Death Cloud Technique. It was supposed to be a powerful and unrivaled force on the Chief side.

But in the face of Arcie, the jackal can't play his due strength.

Maggie's Adamantite Spikes shone brightly, and each blow creates a terrifying groove of blood on the shapeshifting gnoll. The halberd, which was supposed to be indestructible, returned to vain on the alloy steel heavy shield, and at most it scratched a few sparks.

The strength of the gnoll is not small, but the heavy attack of his life will never break the defense. After a few rounds of fighting, Arcie had more strength, knocking him back and crashing.

Others regard pure gold as a grain of rice as a treasure, and they are reluctant to use it unless they are in case. But the edge of Alqian's fist is almost completely composed of pure gold, not to mention the sharpness, and it directly breaks the demon.

The shape-shifting wizard put on several defenses for himself, but in front of Alsie, he stabbed straight through like papier-mâché.

The blood of the jackal was flowing like a faucet.

The smooth floor of the magic hall became extremely slippery and smelly as a result. At this moment, he couldn't escape if he wanted to, and he only regretted that he shouldn't have stayed.

"Spare me, I'm willing to surrender." The deformed gnolls eventually fall and regain their human form. He immediately felt the threat brought by the Death Cloud Technique, and raised his hand with struggle, "Save me, I am willing to surrender." ”

When Rao saw this sad last scene, his heart was sad and he felt the same way. But now no one can stop Victor. Hugo, he opened a portal and turned around and fled.