After Jing Jun blocked a wave of attacks, he found that three more figures had appeared, and he had completely overturned his speculation, and suddenly attacked another person.

But I can't figure out when I provoked such a number one person, and it is similar to the elemental attributes of the crocodile mage I met a few days ago.

Could it be that the magicians who came with the army in the army of the Crab Tyrant, but the figures of these people are too tall, and Gou Wujian said that among the sea clans, only the seahorse clan has more magicians, and the probability of other races growing into magicians is particularly low.

What the hell is going on?

Lao Jing became more and more puzzled in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off with his hands and feet, he forcibly breathed the cold air, and resisted the flying from all sides from time to time He didn't know what type of hidden weapon it was, but the tingling pain in his chest between exhaling and inhaling seriously affected Jing Jun's flexibility, and many of them beckoned to his body, but fortunately, he now has soft armor on his body, except for the slight pain, he is not injured.

But this state of being wantonly attacked made him feel very aggrieved, saying that the situation of being beaten helplessly in this world was only when he faced the Seahorse King Great Demon Saint.

However, the Seahorse King is a water demon saint, and the difference in strength is like a cloud of mud, at that time, he Jing Jun was barely a beginner magician, and it was objectively normal to be pressed by the Great Demon Saint to clean up.

However, the mage who currently casts the ice mist obviously does not have the strength of the Demon Saint, in fact, Lao Jing suspects that he may not be a high-level mage.

However, in this situation where the strength of the two is not much different, Lao Jing still did not have a decent counterattack after a few minutes, which is absolutely abnormal.

"Boom, boom"

The plasma shield blocked two attacks in a row, and his mind gradually calmed down, carefully perceiving the eight figures around him.

That's right, eight indistinct figures had already appeared within a radius of more than thirty meters.

Jing Jun noticed at this time that although the figures around him were increasing, their hands and feet didn't seem to move, and his heart was shocked, "Could it be that this is all a doppelganger made by one person to confuse the enemy?"

Thinking of this, Lao Jing's spirits were greatly lifted, and he contacted back and forth, thinking more and more that his guess was good, otherwise why didn't so many people on the other side rush up and kill him?

Only if it shows that so many figures are not real individuals, or that they can't make threatening attacks, it means that there is only one real enemy, but they haven't been discovered yet.

Jing Jun suddenly missed the infrared detector he often used in his previous missions, as long as the detection target has a temperature, it will emit infrared rays, and the detector can only receive infrared rays regardless of the environment, day or night, and then find the target hidden in it.

It's a pity that he hesitated for a few seconds about whether to take the detector before driving to the training ground, and finally thought that this was just a shooting competition, not an anti-terrorist rescue exercise, and the superior did not say that he would use this kind of thing, so in the end the car was not brought out.

Wouldn't it be much easier if there was such a thing at this time?

I was annoyed for ten seconds, but the pressure on my heart was much lightened by the discovery, but for a while, I couldn't find someone else who really cast the spell.

He now zeroed his suspicions on the ugly magician.

Jing Jun ran in the dense fog according to the figure perceived by his spiritual power, and at this moment there was an uncomfortable stinging sensation in his chest and abdomen between breathing, but that's all, the cold ice mist would only make the people trapped in it feel difficult to breathe, and there was no hallucinogenic effect similar to the poisonous mist of the Fog Soul Mountain in the fog or the ** poisonous gas that the snake man was good at spraying.

It is precisely because of this that Lao Jing's electric power is unable to exert its ability to purify toxins.

During this time, he released more than a dozen lightning balls to smash at the figures that felt close, and sure enough, these figures neither dodged nor blocked, almost waiting for the lightning balls to get close and then being blown to pieces.

The caster's ability to condense figures seems to be limited to eight, as long as a figure is blown up, another place will immediately make up for one, and after five minutes, the real and illusory figures will still remain eight.

Lao Jing couldn't help but be a little discouraged, he still didn't find his true body after a long time, and if he continued like this, he would still be exhausted to death.

The Ice Weapon couldn't stop shooting at Jing Jun in the mist, most of them would be resisted by him with an electric plasma shield, but many of them smashed into his body through the shield defense line, and at this moment, almost all the other parts of his body were smashed by the Ice Weapon except for his head and other vital points.

If there is no soft armor protection, if he is beaten so passively, Lao Jing will only have half a life left.

Jing Jun endured the pain inside and outside his body, and with a fierce blow, eight football-sized lightning bolts flew towards the eight figures at the same time, and then, the sound of "boom ......" was endless, and the eight lightning balls exploded one after another.

And because of his sudden casting, he caused shortness of breath for a short time, which aggravated the inhalation of the piercing ice mist, and he immediately coughed violently.

But his desperate blow was not without effect, and he was slightly surprised to find that one of the eight figures had dodged quickly to dodge the lightning ball that would explode, and this person was more than twenty meters to his right.

Jing Jun immediately understood that the caster's true body had been hiding in the phantom, waiting for an opportunity to kill him.

However, his own helpless attack was obviously a bit unexpected by this person, and in order to avoid the powerful explosion, he accidentally exposed his tracks.

Lao Jing coughed twice, forcibly endured the chest cavity that was almost about to explode when stimulated by the ice mist, the thought flashed, and the shotgun appeared in his hand, although he couldn't see, but his mental power was like a precise radar, scanning the figure of the caster who had not yet stood firm, his left hand slid the sleeve back, a bullet was loaded, and his right hand pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a low loud bang, fourteen small steel bullets shot out of the bullets, and the figure twenty meters away staggered in response, and a muffled snort sounded.

"Click!"

The second bullet was loaded, and Lao Jing shot the man again.

"Ahh

The man was another stumbling man, but this time he didn't hold back the pain and screamed, but he was still standing on the ground, not knocked to the ground by the tremendous kinetic energy carried by the shotgun bullets.

Jing Jun is happy, he can still stand, otherwise if he falls, the target will become smaller, and it will not be easy to hit.

"Ahem......"

Lao Jing couldn't hold back the itching sensation from his lungs to his throat anymore, and he suddenly couldn't help himself.

Anyone who has had a cold or cough knows that when a person coughs violently, they can't synchronize the work at hand.

Jing Jun is in this situation now, he can't bear the cough, and the physiological stress response overshadows the idea of wanting to kill the spellcaster in his mind, and the result is that he can't concentrate on shooting now, not to mention that in the gray fog, he relies on his mental power to sense where the opponent is.

After the other party was hit by the second shot, although the injury was not fatal, he had already retreated, first, he knew his strength, if he just cast the cold ice mist, there would be no problem for an hour, but just now at the same time as the fog was released, seven ice clones were released, and he also did not stop sending out ice picks and cold hail and other things to attack Jing Jun, and he felt that he was close to the limit in the past ten minutes.

Second, he didn't guard against the lightning ball suddenly released by Jing Jun, exposing his body under self-protection, and what he didn't expect was that the enemy who had been pressed and beaten by himself all this time actually had another secret weapon, and he could hurt himself at such a distance, although he still had the strength to fight again, but that did not meet the combat rules of magicians.

It's better to retreat now, maybe the Sea Clan will thank you for saving their lives.

Lao Jing finally stopped coughing as if he could vomit out all his internal organs, but in the end, it did turn into retching, tears and snot flowing.

Raised his head, wiped his tears, shook off his snot, and suddenly found that the ice fog that almost tortured him to death just now had receded, and the early spring sun shone on his body, and it was warm and comfortable.

Directly opposite, there was a little red more than ten meters away, and he took a few steps to get closer, squatted down to take a closer look, and determined that it was bloodstains, and the attacker was injured.

Standing up and looking around, there were many corpses in red and blue scattered on the sandy soil a few hundred meters away.

He is still not used to the fact that there are many races in the sea, and the blood flowing in his body is blue.

"Where's Yanran?"

At this time, he remembered that Mao Yanran had not come back yet, and was about to shout loudly, when suddenly a cute little girl suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was the cat Yanran who was a little worried.

Lao Jing put his mind at ease, loosened his stiff facial muscles, and said softly: "Yanran, it's okay......"

"Wow......"

He didn't ask, but as soon as the concerned words fell, the girl's red mouth deflated and she cried loudly.

Jing Jun suddenly panicked, hurriedly squatted down, held the little girl's sad face with his metallic hands, and said hurriedly: "Don't cry, don't cry...... You see my brother has already chased that guy away, look! It's his blood, and the injury is not light......"

"Woo ......"

Tears still welled up in the girl's eyes, but the cry was noticeably quieter.

Lao Jing was still in a hurry, "Yanran, is it hurt somewhere, let my brother see if it's serious?"

"No, it's okay...... , Yanran is fine, it's Yanran, Yanran is useless, I didn't take him far last time, otherwise, I wouldn't have met him here...... Woo woo ......"

It turned out that Mao Yanran also knew who was attacking them.

Jing Jun was stunned, he didn't expect that the little girl who was less than eleven years old could be sure that it was the crocodile magician, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice: "Well, Yanran, do you also think it was the magician of that time?"

"Mmmm, it must be him, in fact, Yan Ran didn't go far at first, but she just fell behind the crocodile magician, but, but, ...... But...... Wow...... , it's useless......"

As she spoke, the girl suddenly blamed herself and began to cry again.

Lao Jing gently held the little girl in his arms and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, it's okay...... , Yanran, you're still young, I'll clean up that guy when you grow up......"

"Hmmm......"

It turned out that Mao Yanran was indeed stabbed by an ice pick in the dense fog, but under the protection of the soft armor, she was not injured, but continued to inhale the ice mist, and the child's tender respiratory tract could not bear the pain, so she had no choice but to withdraw from the dense fog.

She didn't expect that after coming out, it landed right behind the caster, but it was a little far away, at that time, the little girl just wanted to take a big breath of fresh air to relieve the pain in her chest and abdomen, and she had no ability to drag the guy to another place, and when the girl returned to normal, she had lost the shadow of the person, just a gray and white fog that appeared strangely under the sun.

The little girl was really afraid of the cold ice and fog, and finally did not overcome the fear in her heart and went to the fog to help Jing Jun, which is the real reason why the girl cried as soon as she saw her.

Lao Jing could vaguely deduce what Mao Yanran wanted to express, but how could he blame a cute girl, and after comforting them for a long time, the two got up and rushed to the third camp.