Qi, magic, and flying knives, these three attack methods are Yang Long's most lethal abilities at present, and they are also the ability to make others completely unable to react. These three abilities can be unleashed at any time, and there is no need for any charge or feedback time.

咻~倏~嗞~

Three different sounds sounded at the same time, and the ring finger of Yang Long's right hand suddenly splashed out of a line of blood, and a qi that was about the thickness of his arm appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Long's body. With an incomparably sharp texture, this blue-white aura slammed into the dead qi that struck Loren Grovefe's head.

The moment before the qi was released, a dagger-like weapon carved with an ancient inscription appeared in the palm of Yang Long's right hand. With the vibration of Yang Long's palm, this flying knife, which cost Yang Long more than ten gold coins, was carefully crafted and added with inscriptions, immediately cut through the air and made a gentle whistling sound, hitting the dead qi that hit the old patriarch's heart.

And a raging flame suddenly appeared in the palm of Yang Long's left hand, which flickered for a moment and then disappeared abruptly. The next moment, a magic shield the size of a palm, completely compressed by substantial flames, blocked the front of another dead qi aimed at the abdomen.

In a short instant, three kinds of attacks were released, and the qi and flying knives were not a big problem, but the magic made Yang Long a little unbearable. Although he could cast spells without chanting spells, because Yang Long's magic reserves were insufficient, he consciously maximized each attack.

In the past few years, Yang Long has seen many battles between magicians, and has discovered a very strange problem, that is, the stronger the density of the unit area of elemental energy, the longer it takes to chant the spell.

For Yang Long, there is no need to chant a spell, he only needs to mobilize the magic elements inside his body, and in the short moment when he releases it, he can use his own consciousness to materialize it, and he can quickly release the magic.

However, if you need to increase the density of the magic released, then you need to concentrate a lot of consciousness, and in the language of a magician, you need to consume a lot of mental power, which is a big burden for Yang Long.

After releasing the maximum density of the flame shield, Yang Long immediately felt a sense of dizziness rush to his brain, and subconsciously hugged the mount's neck. As soon as Loran Grovee turned his head in confusion, Yang Long's attack collided with the death qi of Thassarian's attack.

Syllable~

As soon as the cyan energy collided with the dead qi from the flank, there was a sound of a wooden plank slapping against the water, and the seemingly indestructible dead qi was easily torn apart by the cyan energy.

However, the shredded dead qi was like mud, changing the direction of flight, entangled in the already somewhat dim cyan energy, and then the two were entangled with each other and flew out for dozens of meters, dissipating into the air at the same time.

Boom~

The flying knife engraved with the inscription hit the dead air straight and was corroded in less than half a second. The inscription on the flying knife was stimulated, and a little scarlet flame energy was instantly injected into the blade, and then the flying knife exploded from the inside out.

In the black-red smoke, a large number of metal fragments wrapped in dead gas sputtered in all directions from the center of the explosion. Several professionals located below the explosion point were stunned by metal fragments, and they fainted before they had time to snort, and they fell directly from the horse and saw that they were not alive.

The last remaining dead air also hit the small shield at the same time, and the flames on the shield scorched this dead air, making a sizzling sound, and the faint dead air flow suddenly turned into inky black, and the air flow gradually shrank in the flames.

It's a pity that Yang Long's attainments in magic are just a fourth-order lower flame mage, and this side was made by a small shield made by him with a lot of mental power, but it blocked this dead qi for less than a second, and then let out a moggle~ wail, which dissipated into the air.

Seeing his son suddenly pounce on his mount, Loran Grovee was aware of the attack that was coming, and the two explosions that sounded at the same time did not make him lose his bearings, and he raised his hand with a soft spell in two places, and the cold air surrounded Loran Grovefe.

Looking at Yang Long with a little concern, Loren Grovee was just about to recite the spell again, when he suddenly seemed to feel something, his face suddenly turned pale, and he was stunned for a while, completely losing all his reaction ability.

At this time, the small shield composed of flame elements finally completed its mission and dissipated, and the weakened dead qi dragged the half-meter-long black smoke and continued to crash forward into the ice shield that appeared on the surface of Loran Grofe's body.

The ice cover expanded on its own to resist the erosion, but because of the loss of Loraine Grove's control, most of the cold did not really work, and the eroded area quickly became very weak. After the dead air was slightly blocked, it slammed~ drilled the ice cover out of a hole, and then continued to follow the hole, crashing into the stunned ice ** division.

Airplanes~

An oval-shaped magic shield appeared on Loraine Grovefe's skin, blocking out the dead air, but this shield was only the most basic protective magic, and it was completely incomparable to the high-level spells of the Ice Shield.

The film-like magic shield lasted less than half a second, dissipated into the air again, the color of the dead air was only slightly dim, and then it crashed headlong into Loran Grovefe, burrowing through the old man's back, and then through the abdomen through the horse on which he was sitting, and finally shooting into the ground more than ten meters in front of the army.

"Uhh

"Loraine!" the quick-eyed Williams immediately mentioned his friend to him, and only then did he avoid Loren-Grofe being trampled to death by the passing team, and the panicked stormtrooper was just about to say something when the vision reappeared.

On the ground in front of the team, a black mud pool with a radius of fifty meters suddenly appeared, and the black mud rolled in it as if it was boiling, and from time to time a wisp of dead air floated out of the mud, rising into the air and then dissipating without a trace.

"Damn out of the way!" Williams, who was currently at the front, yelled loudly, and Le turned his horse's head and ran towards the flank.

The professionals behind Williams, dozens of people in the front of the team, including Yang Long, heard the reminder and drove their mounts to the side, trying to avoid the unknown quagmire on the ground.

Unfortunately, the distance was too close, and although he tried his best to dodge, it was difficult for the horse to change direction under the gallop, and finally stepped into the left edge of the quagmire, and entered this section of the inky area of about seven or eight meters.