The "Gangfeng Barrier" is the strongest defense in the wind attribute mystical magic, which seems to be plain, but in fact it is incomparably thick and solid, it is an elemental shield formed by condensing and compressing the wind element according to some mysterious combination, and it can be called an iron wall in the same level of arcane magic.

Four giant white skeletal hands slapped fiercely on the Gangfeng barrier, and the violent waves of air instantly scattered in all directions, uprooting and rolling away the surrounding trees, and the dust in the sky did not disperse for a long time.

The entire Elemental Bell trembled violently under the skeletal hand, and the buzzing sound resounded throughout the four fields, but it was still standing there, unmoving!

The dark elemental energy in the skeleton giant's hands had not yet been exhausted, and they continued to frantically slap against the Gangfeng barrier, and the dull sound of impact continued to sound.

Shen Chai on the windowsill had already dressed at this time, and instructed the servants to make black tea and bring snacks, and he sat on the windowsill with Erlang's legs crossed, leisurely watching this wonderful magic battle.

As for the servants in the magic tower, they seem to have long been accustomed to seeing such things as late-night assassinations and overnight battles, and they are all very calm, and when Shen Chai went to ask them to arrange refreshments just now, they were sleeping soundly in the roar of magic confrontation.

While Dickens was concentrating on fending off the Hand of Hell with the Wind Barrier, Dire vanished in place.

"Damn! What a Dire, this special meow will admit to running away!" Shen Chai smacked his lips and said, he took a sip of black tea, "Lord Ben hasn't seen enough." ”

Just when Shen Chai felt that the show was over and was about to enter the house to continue meditating, within the Gangfeng barrier, the figure of Dick suddenly appeared in the shadow of Dickens!

Holy!

It turns out that the Dire did not run away, but chose to take a desperate gamble!

Shen Chai was horrified when he saw this, and he wanted to shout to remind Dickens, but it was too late!

"Night Ghost Sting!"

The ghostly figure of the White Dire was like a black arrow off the string, and the bones of the white hand shone with a strange ghostly light, and the lightning pierced Dickens's back in a flash of light!

At this time, the dark elemental energy of the Skeleton Giant Hand was also depleted, turning into bits of flying ash.

The entire battlefield fell silent in an instant, and the silence was even a little terrifying.

Shen Chai sighed in his heart, the dean of the Gruss Academy of Magic, the dignified wind magister was killed like this?!

At the moment when Dickens's body was punctured, Dire trembled violently, as if he sensed something, his dark blue eyes froze slightly, and then he struggled to leap into the shadows, obviously trying to escape from this place through the shadow.

But before the Dire's body fell into the shadow, a dazzling light flashed at the bottom of the cyan giant clock, and the entire bottom instantly shrank together, and the entire giant clock suddenly became a completely enclosed space!

The broken bodies of Dire and Dickens were imprisoned at the same time.

The Dire roared angrily, and rushed left and right in a rage, but the sealed cyan bell did not move.

What's the situation?!

Shen Chai was shocked in his heart, did Dickens want to die with the Dire?

At this moment, inside the cyan giant bell, Dickens's broken body turned into a little cyan light, scattered into the night sky like fireflies and disappeared without a trace.

"Haha, how's it going?" Dickens's playful voice sounded from the only remaining towering tree next to him, "Isn't my Wind Shadow double very realistic!"

Wind Shadow Stand-in, a high-level wind magic, is the own form simulated by the wind mage using the wind element, which can generally inherit about 30% of its own combat power, and everything about this stand-in is no different from the real body, including the strength of magic fluctuations and personal breath.

In other words, in addition to being slightly weaker, this Wind Shadow stand-in is enough to reach the point of being fake.

Dickens's wings flapped behind him and slowly landed on the ground, and he looked at the white Dire trapped by the cyan clock, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile.

"I told you that you are not my opponent, and you have to fight me!" said Dickens, striking the cyan bell.

"Despicable human!" a low roar erupted from Dire's chest, eager to tear apart the cunning creature in front of him.

"Despicable?"

Dickens smiled as if he had heard a joke: "You Dire know this word! Tens of thousands of magicians die under your assassination every year, and you still have the face to call me despicable!"

The Dire did not say a word, nor did they deny what Dickens said, that their Dire had grown by the profession of assassination, and that the hunters had hunted their prey, and the Dire had tortured and killed humans, which seemed to them to be a matter of course.

"I can give you a chance to live," said Dickens, "and if you are willing to point out who hired you to assassinate me, then I can spare your life, how about it?"

In fact, Dickens who sent this Dire is clear, but there is no one to prove that everything is empty words, as long as this Dire is willing to come forward to correct those old guys, then they can be convicted of buying murder.

"In our Dire Clan, there is only one way to die if you fail the mission," White Dire said lightly, "So, you better kill me, or I'll come and assassinate you!"

Dickens saw that Dire had made up his mind, so he stopped talking nonsense, and it was even more impossible to let him go, after all, no one wanted to live under the never-ending assassination, and this Dire had a very strong assassination ability, which can be known from the fact that he could sneak into the cultivation room quietly without triggering the magic tower enchantment.

"Wind, puncture!"

Dickens's eyes lit up with a cold light, and he raised his hand to shoot out a sharp beam of wind elemental light, which hit the center of the White Dire's eyebrows impartially.

The dark blue fire in the sockets of the White Dire leaped violently, then dimmed forever, and his head tilted and fell to the ground, a small hole the thickness of a finger in the center of his eyebrows.

Dickens's heart moved, and a cyan wind elemental hand condensed beside him, and that big hand grabbed the white Dire on the ground and walked towards the magic tower with Dickens.

After a while, Dickens walked into the cultivation room, and the elemental hand threw the body of the White Dire on the floor, and there was a loud "clang", and the entire cultivation room trembled slightly, which showed that the weight and hardness of this skeleton far exceeded the level of ordinary human bones.

"Oh, Lord Dickens, you scared me to death! I thought you were hanging!"

Shen Chaiyi grabbed Dickens's big hand.

"It's up to him!" Dickens laughed as he pointed to the Dire on the floor, "It's too tender!"

"Hey, by the way, Lord Dickens," Shen Chai asked curiously, "Aren't magicians all long-range attacking professions, why do they always come to you?"

(End of chapter)