"How's it going, young man? Think about it. Puckert Charlton Rice's tone was full of banter, reminiscent of a cat teasing a mouse, "Oh, yes. I can also marry Maggie, you little white face with fine skin and tender flesh should be the kind that Maggie likes. It just adds fresh blood to the next generation of the Rice family. How's it going, Maggie, are you satisfied with this kid? ”

"Dad, people are not the kind of women who only look at their appearance! Of course, the more delicious snacks the better! People don't mind eating something new and fresh at all. ”

The priestess's voice was greasy, with obvious seduction. But in the darkness, Fang Qiuling's cold voice came.

"Mr. Rice, has anyone ever told you that even if you are an enemy or an opponent, you must give enough respect."

"......it," said Pukert Charlton Rice's ugly laugh, "no, never." Young man, when you are so old, you are already a guest of His Royal Highness the King. Only those lowly things expect to be able to ask for an official position from the old man, and no guy has ever said that he wants to get 'respect' from the old man. What's more, you're a little viscount, and you still plan to turn the sky upside down?

Fang Qiuling's voice became colder and colder: "Yes." That can only mean that you have never met a bloody person. There is an old saying in my hometown, 'When a man is angry, blood is spilled'. ”

"What a strange phrase, what a strange grammar...... But the general meaning is still understood. What's the matter, young man, do you still have the courage to spill blood on the decrepit body? If you have this ability, the old decay is here, and you won't come anywhere! Come on, don't let the old decay look down on you! ”

"Humph! That's what you said! ”

Fang Qiuling's body knelt down on one knee and stood up. As he got up, a pair of red-fiery flame wings spread out behind him.

- Destiny Card • Sword of Fire

- Temporarily enchanted by paying two fire elementals to grant the weapon a second level of power.

The priestess froze for a moment. From his heart welled up was the anger of being ignored - the young nobleman was still thinking about resisting until this time? Actually...... Dare to ignore the hostages in her hands!

"Don't move, if you move again, they'll die!"

Fang Qiuling turned his head slightly and cast a contemptuous glance at the female pastor.

"You!"

The priestess's eyes flashed fiercely, and the long sword in her right hand fell.

- Anyway, there are two hostages, kill one first!

But before the long sword in her right hand could convey the feeling of stabbing back into the flesh, the female priest suddenly felt a slight chill in her heart. First it was cold to the touch, and then it was painful.

She lowered her head and saw a blade glowing from her chest. Then there was more liquid in the mouth. , the smell of blood is full of blood, which keeps pouring from the depths of the throat into the mouth and then overflowing from the corners of the mouth.

"You...... You...... I ......"

The priestess turned around with the last of her strength, and was greeted by a petite figure with erected ears on the top of her head. The figure held a sword that pierced her chest, and the glittering light of the sword illuminated the petite figure's face. It was a beautiful face without any expression, and what impressed her the most was the bright red eyes, which were the purest red, a red that shone like rubies, like the most beautiful color in the world.

The long sword in his hand was no longer able to hold it, and it slipped quietly from his hand, and the woman's exclamation seemed to be faintly heard in his ears.

“…… It's beautiful. ”

For some reason, the priestess had a relaxed look on her face, and the words that slipped from her lips at the end were full of admiration for the good things.

With a flick of his wrist, the blow of Zhanguang wrangled the priestess's chest before it was pulled out in the splatters of blood.

Maggie Pockelt Rice, the next head of the House of Rice, is dead. Died from a blow from the Assassin to the heart from behind.

The sudden change plunged the underground plaza into a brief silence, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. It wasn't until the body of the priestess fell down and there was a "bump" that time began to flow again.

Pukelt Charlton Rice stared at the scene in front of him in amazement, and for a moment seemed stunned. The next moment, his already dry skin became drier and drier, and a wave of heat approached him.

The fiery flame wings rushed forward at high speed with an indomitable stance, and Fang Qiuling's figure appeared in front of Pukelt Charlton Rice almost in the blink of an eye. Along with Flame Wing came a flaming sword. The great sword fell without any fancy head.

As long as the sword is slashed, it is no surprise that Pukert Charlton Rice's thin body will be split in two. But an invisible barrier prevented the Flame Sword from falling, and the Great Sword stopped just a fraction of a second from the target's head. No matter how hard Fang Qiuling exerted his strength, the Great Sword of Flame could never fall, but instead had a faint tendency to bounce in the opposite direction.

"You! How dare you! ”

The addition of the great sword seemed to bring Pokelt Charlton Rice to his senses. His originally cloudy pupils were bloodshot at the moment, and his voice was even more neat and full of madness.

"If you come out to mix, you have to pay it back sooner or later. Either I kill you or you kill me, what's so surprising. Fang Qiuling's voice didn't have any ups and downs, "As I said just now, you must always be respectful of the enemy and the opponent. ”

As he spoke, he untied a bottle from his waist with his free hand and smashed it at Pukelt Charlton Rice.

The bottle contained holy water, which shattered when it was contained on an invisible barrier. The holy water contained inside was sprinkled one after another, and Pukelt Charlton Rice hurriedly pulled back. However, even if he retreated quickly, several parts of his robe were still stained with holy water.

For wizards who study necromancy, holy water is a great enemy. Contaminated with holy water, the difficulty of casting necromancy will increase dramatically, and the power of the spell will be drastically decayed. Staying as far away as possible from holy water is basic common sense for necromancers.

As soon as Pukelt Charlton Rice retreated, so did the defensive spells that had been maintained. Fang Qiuling's long sword missed, and then he stepped into the air a little harder, chasing after Pukelt Charlton Rice and slashing with his sword again.

The two of them retreated and one advanced. In a few breaths, Fang Qiuling slashed no less than ten times, but he was never able to break through the defenses of the invisible barrier. If nothing else, this defensive spell should be a secondary repulsion barrier to the fourth energy level. And while fighting, the conversation between the two continued.

"How dare you instruct your men to kill a member of the Rice family! Maggie is my only daughter, the only daughter! How can you ruin the future of the Rice family! Arrogant young man, you will pay for your actions! ”

"If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed one day! Why should I die obediently? It's a big deal that the fish dies and the net is broken, and death will drag you as a backstop! You have endured it for so many years, thinking that you can achieve success by sharpening your sword in ten years. But you also think too highly of yourself, if it weren't for that piece of material, the sword would have been sharpened! ”

"Junior! Junior! You insulted me! How dare you insult the Rice family! The kings of today bow their heads when they see me, and where are you a wild seed! ”

"Humph! A tradition of less than a thousand years dares to call itself a family? I really don't know who gave you confidence and who gave you courage! You're nothing but a toad watching the sky, a clown dancing on the rooftop. Stupid thing, there's a kind of don't run, take me again! ”

"Die! Die! Die! ”

"It's a shame that you're still a wizard, and you've studied spells for a few days, and you can't even speak basically, you can only repeat two words. What is the difference between it and the kind of lamb that is happy in the field and 'bleats'. What a pathetic! It looks like your brain is stuffed with embalming fluid, and your normal brain is gone. How can a guy like you still live in this world? ”

"You fool who thinks you're smart, do you think you can turn the sky upside down by getting a sacrificial vessel of an ancient god? How naïve! I think you lack the 'care' of the society, and you will be settled when you go out and let the society clean up a few meals. It's just the life of an ordinary person, but he still thinks that he can become a master. What talent do you have that deserves to be a nobleman? ”

"Stupid idiot. Do you really think Audus can give you strength? Save it! Odus has long since fallen, and his undead plane has long since changed! With your small body, hoping to attract the attention of the gods? Let's go back to washing and sleeping! Anything in your dreams! ”

"Oh, yes. You don't have a chance to go back and wash and sleep. Today next year is your death day! Tell me beforehand, I'm not going to come to your grave! It's very polite not to crush your bones and ashes! ”

Pukelt Charlton Rice was still clamoring for a verbal fight with Fang Qiuling at first. However, he shouted a few words, and then he was scolded by Fang Qiuling speechless, and he was angry. was both pressed and slashed, and scolded. This feeling of aggrieved feeling consumed his reason little by little, making his eyes more and more bloodshot.

"Talk? Talk? Why don't you say it? Wasn't it very fierce and imposing just now, and was clamoring to be a corpse? Phew! As far as your distorted aesthetic point of view is concerned......"

"Enough!"

Annoyed, Pukelt Charlton Rice raised his hand and pointed at Qiu Ling. I saw a dark green ray shoot out from the emerald ring he was wearing on his finger, and the huge emerald instantly turned into powder.

Fang Qiuling had long been prepared for him to make a move. Seeing Pukelt Charlton Rice raise his hand, he immediately controlled his body and forcibly twisted to the right, while swinging his sword vigorously to further translate with the force of reaction.

The dark green rays almost grazed his body, piercing the flame wings behind him, and then shot into the distance.

With a ray-shaped attack trajectory and a dark green spell effect, even an invisible flame wing can pierce a hole. Combining these characteristics, the spell that matches it is - Dissociation, an attack spell that will fall apart directly once hit!

Even the most physically powerful dragons will be hit by this spell and a hole will be opened. Using this "dragon slaying technique" to deal with Fang Qiuling is definitely a knife for killing chickens. Pukelt Charlton Rice must have been dizzy.

The expression on Fang Qiuling's face remained unchanged, but he was actually frightened. It hasn't been long since he became an Adventist, even if he has been mentally prepared early, but in the face of this powerful spell that will fall apart directly once hit, it would be self-deception to say that he is not afraid.

The spell failed to hit him directly, but penetrated through the invisible flame wing behind him, which had to be said that Fang Qiuling reacted quickly. The straight attack trajectory of ray spells is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

And as the flame wings were pierced, the flames wrapped around the sword gradually began to subside. The dissociation technique apparently depletes the fire elemental that sustains the Flame Wing, and the flame enchantment of the Destiny Card • Sword of Fire can no longer be maintained.

"Die!"

With a missed blow, Pukelt Charlton Rice seemed to be a little more sober, but his willingness to want Fang Qiuling to die did not change in the slightest. So he raised the staff in his hand and pointed at Fang Qiuling again. Several energy-filled missiles with a silvery-white glow shot from the tip of the staff.

- Aren't you going to hide? What about the magic missile with a tracking effect!

The power of a single magic missile is not very large, and it is almost equivalent to a heavy punch of an adult man. A heavy punch can cripple someone, but it is still a bit difficult to kill someone. However, if you are unlucky, you will directly hit the temple, the lower yin and other vital points, and it is not impossible to kill with one hit. There were as many as twelve magic missiles shooting from the tip of the staff, which was already a small missile storm! Twelve heavy punches down, not dead but also crippled!

Fang Qiuling was not flustered. With a slight twist of thought, the shield spell on the Seeker's set is activated. The circular barrier instantly protected the whole body.

The shield technique does not negate the magic missiles, and even if they do, twelve magic missiles are far beyond the limits of what the shield magic can withstand. The purpose of the shield is to make magic missiles that come into its area of effect no longer have the ability to track targets. Of course, twelve magic missiles are enough to disable the shield. This is where the skill called "grazing" comes into play.

The moment the Magic Missile comes into contact with the Shield, it loses the ability to track the target, and continues to follow the trajectory it had before entering the Shield. However, as long as the shield is in the middle of the shield spell, the magic missile will continue to weaken the strength of the shield technique, and the shield technique usually "holds" three or four magic missiles that is the limit, and the circular barrier will be broken.

If the recipient relies on his own position to "drive" the magic missile out of the range of the shield technique as soon as the magic missile comes into contact with the shield technique and loses its tracking ability, then it can effectively reduce the consumption of the shield technique, and then withstand more attacks from the magic missile. This technique is known as "scrubbing" in players.

Grazing skills are skills that players must master, and they are important indicators to measure "masters" and "rookies". Fang Qiuling can be said to be very familiar with this technique, and he is a good hand at rubbing bullets in the game.

But the reality is not a game of mouse and keyboard, where you can control your character with a single movement of your fingers. Not only do you have to check the trajectory and direction of the magic missile in the blink of an eye, but you also have to control your body to dodge...... It's much more exciting than in the game!