The condensed magic arrows were very real, flowing with demonic light, rushing up to the sky one by one, breathtaking, and the sound of breaking the air came for a long time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lynch stood below, his waist straight, as quiet as a rock, and his bow was an arrow, seven in a row, and the process was completed in one go, without any sense of stagnation.

"This ..... Why is your magic so terrifying, wait, I'm a little dizzy, how can you have the magic power to condense magic arrows?"

A group of people were dumbfounded, it was already the limit that an ordinary magister could shoot ten arrows, and now, this person actually soared to seven arrows in one breath, his face did not breathe, his heart did not beat, did he pretend or did he really test the water?

Lynch glanced at them and said, "They all say that I am a serious magician, you don't believe it, this time believe it." ”

Woohoo

The magic arrow condensed by the magic power of the necromancy turned into a streamer and rushed towards the harpy, exploding in an instant, and the banshee fell from the sky weakly, and even the magic shield had no time to release.

The harpy in the lead was very angry and blocked the front, but when the magic arrow came in front of her, her pupils shrank, and she instinctively avoided this magic arrow.

"Impossible! how could there be such a terrifying magician," it was startled and angry, and the magic arrow passed by it, shooting at the flock of eagles behind it.

Thundered

It was a large black shadow falling from the sky, just a magic arrow, no one expected to contain such terrifying power.

Comparable...............

"Lost magic!" Arthur's eyes narrowed, more curious about Lynch's identity, not everyone has the opportunity to master lost magic and learn successfully.

Now, he is even more sure that Lynch is a hidden son of the ancient inheritance, and his origin is extraordinary.

Including the earliest magic arrows, Lynch shot a total of eight! And now, the ground is full of dying harpy banshees, plopping to the ground, covered in blood, and I don't know what they are muttering.

"It's terrifying, is it really the inheritor of lost magic like time, void, and life!" Naia whispered, her pupils shocked.

In just an instant, more than half of the harpy was shot down, and in the blink of an eye, the battle situation changed.

Lynch's face froze, and he finally saw that the banshee who performed the Wind Wall Technique was full of five. Now, without the rest of their companions to hide, they are exposed to the sky and extremely conspicuous.

"Come on, will you die of overdrawing your magic!" Naia looked incredulous, rubbing her eyes vigorously,

Lynch continued to pull the big bow, and the huge magic power condensed at the bowstring, turning into five streamers, a full five magic arrows!

Don't talk about the people below, even the harpy above, this human magician is a pervert? Or is it necessary to be so desperate!

Five magic arrows condensed at the same time, and the magic power consumed increased at least about doubled, which means that he was actually condensing ten magic arrows, plus the previous eight, that is, eighteen, which magic master has a precedent of using eighteen magic arrows.

"You're bluffing!" The harpy didn't believe in evil, and told the five banshees to stay where they were, and continue to cast spells.

It gritted its teeth, not to mention human beings, even intellectual races, no living beings can do this.

A faint smile rose at the corner of Lynch's mouth, of course it was impossible for an ordinary magician to do this, but he was a necromancer, with incomparable magical power, comparable to the upper attributes.

You must know that the amount of magic energy in his body is not a level compared to a magician of the same level, and the combat power after burning magic power is comparable to that of a warrior of the same level, let alone releasing magic?

At this moment, the magic pattern circuit is constantly surging, and the necromantic magic power is frantically out, refining on the bowstring.

"How is that possible!" The Harpy was completely stunned, there was really a magister who could do this, and in one breath it was five magic arrows.

The banshees who unleashed the magic of the wind wall could no longer hold their breath, and as soon as they saw the magic arrows detached from the bowstring, they turned around and ran, where did they dare to continue to stay where they were.

With a wail, the banshees were one step slower after all, and they were shot through their wings, and they flipped three hundred and sixty degrees in the sky upright, and fell to the ground hard.

"Bastard, I'm fighting you!" The strongest harpy survived to the end and swooped straight down.

This time, Lynch took the scimitar out of his waist, shook it a few times, and threw it directly, wisps of black silk lingered, and the gift of relief was six times the critical hit!

"I must have read it wrong?" Lynch swallowed, how can throwing a weapon trigger a critical strike chance?

The harpy laughed loudly, not paying attention to this small action at all, and grabbed the scimitar head-on, snapped, a wisp of blood was thrown, and under the harpy's dazed expression, her indestructible claws were cut off.

"Ahh

However, what happened next made it completely blind, the elven sword, the glass lamp, the oak shield, for a while, I don't know how many weapons were smashed from the ground, and there was no shortage of sage magic weapons.

"I'm!"

The gold glittered, and it turned out to be a gold coin? This magician is crazy!

"Haha! It can really trigger a critical hit!" Lynch smiled brightly, no matter what it was, as long as it was lost, it could trigger Blessing Relief.

And at this moment, a group of people around him didn't know what to say.

"You bastard, I'll kill you!" The Harpy went berserk, the magician was making a litmus test and didn't even take herself seriously

Arthur coughed dryly, patted the shoulder of the boy who was immersed in his own world, and whispered, "It's been smashed by you, put away your gold coins." ”

At this time, Lin Qi woke up from the excitement, touched the back of his head, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so forgetful for a while, you see that the birdman was smashed by the money and fainted to death." ”

The dizzy harpy who was smashed smashed, when she heard this, spat blood angrily: "You bastard!"

Lynch quickly put away the magic weapons, as well as the scattered gold coins, and put them back into the space ring.

He kicked it down and said, "Okay, okay, don't mumble, what a happy thing, someone can't smash it in a lifetime." ”

"I'm fighting with you!" it rushed over, its head covered and smashed.

This... Really a magician?

"Wait, what do you want to do?" The Harpy saw a pair of excited eyes and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Lynch rubbed his hands together and said, "Do you have a magic core in your head?"

"No! No, I'm not a Warcraft, I'm an intellectual race, a magical creature, different from those Warcraft!" it trembled with fright, and its heart was dead, what kind of person is this? Why can't you tell the difference between Warcraft and the intellectual race.

It's really scared, how can there be more shameless humans than themselves, this kind of plot shouldn't be like this, right?

Arthur had a few black lines floating on his forehead, and he walked over and explained, "Intellectual beings are actually no different from humans, but they look different. ”

"I'm rubbing, it's a loss, I still want to slaughter them all. Lynch looked resentful, the elven sword and scimitar had been sharpened for a long time, and there was a sonorous sound.

"Crazy!

For a while, the harpy banshees, who were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, jumped up one after another, and ran back to the depths of the forest barefoot, like ostriches.

Lynch and everyone were dumbfounded, a group of harpies jumped barefoot and ran away?

"You actually have a space ring?" said Naia, cautiously walking over, curious.

Lynch shrugged his shoulders, feeling that he couldn't hide it anymore, and said, "Yes, but it's small, let's go, get out of here first." ”

Everyone quickly left here, after all, they were in the circle of life of the intellectual race, and God knows what else would pop up.