"One, two, three, four......"

Every time Mo Yu killed a headless rotting corpse undead, he silently recited a number in his heart.

Fortunately, there is blood in the body of the headless rotting corpse, and every time he kills one, he will draw a part of his power from it to replenish the consumption.

Due to the sheer number of headless carrion corpses, Mo Yu was quickly surrounded.

The giant sword had to balance defense and attack, and the injuries on the surface of the body gradually increased.

Just when Mo Yu had killed nearly ten headless carrion corpses, Murong Yunhai's long-brewing magic support arrived.

A fist-sized ray of thunder light emanated from Murong Yunhai's palm, as if it crossed space and crossed through.

The chest of a row of headless undead carrion corpses on Mo Yu's left was pierced by lightning, and more than a dozen headless carrion corpses fell down.

Before Mo Yu and Murong Yunhai could be happy, they saw seven or eight more of the dozen or so headless carrion corpses that had fallen.

In other words, Murong Yunhai had been brewing magic for half a day before he could destroy five or six headless rotting corpse undead, at the cost of nearly three layers of magic power.

"Don't forget, they're undead, they don't have vital organs, and they don't die unless they tear their bodies apart. ”

Murong Yunhai recalled the introduction of the undead in his mind.

They don't even have their heads, and what else can't they want.

Murong Yunhai immediately changed his tactics, no longer pursuing powerful magic, but constantly releasing the "Thunder Spirit Ball".

The "Thunder Spirit Ball" has a fast release speed and low consumption, making it more suitable for use in this situation.

One by one, the "Thunder Spirit Balls" bloomed around Mo Yu, paralyzing the nearby headless rotting corpses and undead, making them unable to move.

Mo Yu knew that the opportunity had come, and rushed forward to slash down with a few swords, slashing the bodies of several paralyzed headless rotting corpses to pieces.

Even if they don't die, they can move, and they can't do anything more.

"Zhao Zisong, don't come over to help. ”

Murong Yunhai knew that his own strength alone was not enough to help Mo Yu eliminate all the headless rotting corpse undead, so he immediately called out to Zhao Zisong.

Zhao Zisong's strength is on par with his own, and if he can join the fight, the situation will definitely be better.

At the very least, before Mo Yu fell, kill all the headless carrion undead.

"We are no match for them, we will die. ”

Zhao Zisong's face was not very good-looking, and a hint of fear could be faintly seen.

The Zhao family doted on his juniors too much, causing him to face the headless carrion corpse for the first time, and he was too scared to make a move.

In the process of releasing magic, the mage must concentrate on manipulating the magic stars in his body, making them move according to a specific trajectory and form stars in order to release magic.

Any mistake in it will result in the failure of the spell cast.

Zhao Zisong's current situation is so bad, he can't concentrate, if he can't overcome the fear in his heart, even if he is willing to make a move, he can't release magic.

But now he needs to help, and the only way is for him to overcome the fear in his heart.

Murong Yunhai had a plan in his heart and said, "Wang Dingshan, if this is the case, if you are untied, will you help us deal with these undead?"

I?

Wang Dingshan showed a look of astonishment, he didn't expect Murong Yunhai to ask himself this question.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "If it were me, I would definitely not be like this waste, so scared that I didn't dare to make a move." ”

He deliberately avoided the question asked by Murong Yunhai and answered it from another angle.

He didn't want to tell lies, and he also knew that he couldn't turn back now, and it was impossible for him to stand on Murong Yunhai's side again.

"Who do you say is a waste?" Zhao Zisong was furious when he heard Wang Dingshan's words.

Anyone can say that they are waste, but the surname Wang cannot.

This has been engraved in his bones, and at any time, he will not allow the surname Wang to say this about himself.

Wang Dingshan didn't speak, but his eyes glanced at him, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Damn, hateful, anyone can say I'm a waste, but you can't, I'll prove to you now, I'm not a waste. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fear in Zhao Zisong's heart had already been thrown out of the clouds, and the magic stars in his body moved quickly and turned into stars.

Outside, a violent wind surged around his body.

"Ah!" Wang Dingshan, who was very close to Zhao Zisong, was blown away for the first time.

Maybe it was affected by his own emotions, maybe this was Zhao Zisong's original strength, at this moment, he turned into a god in the wind, as if the wind in the whole world was used by him.

"I'm not a waste, I'm a wind mage!"

Zhao Zisong roared, and the wind elements around his body suddenly turned into tiny wind blades, surging out towards the headless rotting corpse undead.

The undead are dead creatures, they don't have the six senses, and they only know how to carry out the orders given by the mage.

Countless wind blades rushed in, they couldn't see it at all, and they always carried out the original order: attack Mo Yu.

In the next second, the wind blade descended, leaving countless holes the size of thumbs in the body of the headless carrion.

A blade of wind pierced through the headless rotting undead, and the wound was nothing to their undead bodies.

But the number of Wind Blades is comparable to that of a rainstorm, covering the entire horde of headless rotting corpses.

The wind blade not only severed their bodies, but also the bones that connected the joints.

Without the support of bones, the headless rotting corpses of the dead lost the ability to move, and fell to the ground in pieces, to be slaughtered.

"Whew, whew, I'm not a waste. ”

After releasing the wind blade magic, Zhao Zisong's body was depleted of magic, and the whole person was half-kneeling on the ground, panting.

This magic was released at the cost of all the magic power in Zhao Zisong's body, and his spirit and spirit had dropped to the lowest point, and he was no different from ordinary people at this moment.

Including Mo Yu, Murong Yunhai and Wang Dingshan looked at the destructive power caused by this magic in amazement.

That's the real magic.

Like Murong Yunhai's "thunder and lightning strike", the power of this magic also broke through the star level and reached the level of the moon level.

The former is a single target damage, and the latter is an area of effect damage.

"You are a true mage. Murong Yunhai said seriously.

Mo Yu put away the blood-colored giant sword, glanced at the headless rotting corpses struggling all over the ground, and cast a praising look at Zhao Zisong behind him.

Then he looked into the endless darkness around him, "Your headless carrion has been killed, show up!"

"Papapa, pa, I have to admit that you are already a good mage to be able to kill all my headless carrion, but if you think that I have a little ability, then you are very wrong. "The Dark Mage said.

"If you have any other abilities, just show them, and we'll continue. ”

"Haha, you're going on? I'm afraid you won't be able to take it, you should know this dark altar, want to know what I've gotten out of it?"

The dark mage smiled arrogantly, confident in the magic he was about to unleash

He was hidden in the dark, as long as he didn't take the initiative to show up, Mo Yu and the others couldn't find him at all.

So he put himself in a very high place from beginning to end, looking down on Mo Yu and the others from above.

The headless carrion corpses just now were just teasing them.

"Then open your eyes and watch me show my true art!"