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When the blue light lit up above the heads of the undead, the surrounding temperature instantly decreased a lot, although the undead did not feel the change in temperature, but the obvious magic convergence could still be felt, but those guards clearly felt the sudden change in temperature, and then found a little blue light that began to flicker above the undead heads.

"Hmph! A few small characters dare to be presumptuous in front of me!" Anthony played with a purple-black fist-sized skull in his hand, and a small blue-purple flame was faintly dancing inside the small skull, "Let me show you the fear of death!"

"The power of the dead, the will of the soul, wanders across the black earth and sky, gathers here, condenses and forms, and kills those in front of you with my blood as a guide!"

The dark magic converged into a half-virtual and half-real black spear, the spear couldn't help but think about the black mist coming out of the outside world, and the strange runes on the body of the spear were bright and dark, "Go!" Anthony slashed the middle finger of his right hand with a sharp fingernail, and a drop of red blood fell on the black spear, the black runes turned blood red in an instant, and the spear began to tremble, and finally shot towards Freud like an off-string arrow.

The black-red spear seemed to have directly broken through the boundaries of space and appeared not far in front of Floyd, and a transparent light shield covering the small half of the mage group shattered in an instant after slightly blocking the advance of the spear, and the spear continued to rush forward.

Freud reacted the moment the black spear appeared, the transparent light mask was the automatic vigilance magic he set, which could resist a strike of magic below the third level, and had a good vigilance function, attacks beyond the third level of magic would directly touch the pre-set magic barrier on his body, and the defense strength triggered by different strengths would also be different.

And when the black spear attacked this time, the three rings on Freud's left hand, a ring on his right hand, and the crystal necklace on his neck all released strong magic fluctuations in an instant, which was the highest warning set by Freud, indicating that if he was hit by this magic, there was basically no chance of survival.

All kinds of light flashed, and finally there were two layers of brown and one white and two layers of blue shields, but such a black and red spear still shot at Floyd's shield, the blue two layers of shields shattered into dots of blue and disappeared in the air under a little resistance, and the two layers of brown shields were a lot of force to block the spear for a few seconds, taking advantage of this opportunity Freud unfolded an old scroll, three golden shields the size of a skull flickered beside him, circling around him, and then disappeared。 (The distance between each layer of shield is more than ten centimeters)

Not only did Freud open the scroll, but the incantation that had been chanting before did not stop, and the awkward incantation was still whispering.

"Damn!" Floyd's heart was churning with anger, but many years of mage life told him that he must be calm at this time, it is definitely not easy to deal with a guy who can release this kind of magic close to the seventh order, if it is a single person, it should be a powerful necromancer of the seventh order, it is definitely not something that he can deal with alone, if there is not a mage group and thousands of powerful warriors around him, maybe Floyd will turn around and leave, and he will not provoke such a strong enemy.

Freud could see what this magic was after a little observation - the Death Thorn Spear, the person who was shot and wounded had a certain possibility of being hit by the effect of direct death, and the probability of direct death was judged according to the strength of **, and even without this function, the attack of the Death Thorn Spear could easily kill an unsuspecting mage.

"Cut, what a letter sweeper," Anthony spat at the blocked Deaththorn Spear, "in that case...... Shatter it!"

The Deaththorn Spear that was piercing the white light mask burst open under Anthony's command, and several mages around were affected by the explosion, but fortunately, these mages also opened the protective shield just now, and the main direction of the explosion was not them, and they escaped, and the broken Deaththorn Spear instantly penetrated the white light mask and then crashed into a golden shield that appeared in front of Floyd in one breath.

"Whew!" the shield disappeared into thin air with the shards.

"Guardian shield? It's really a rare thing! I don't know where that guy got it," Anthony couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the flash of the golden shield clearly, but it was only surprise, "It's just some cannon fodder, it's better to control it a little less, and let you see the power of my Anthony Alex!" Anthony closed his eyes and began to prepare for what was going to happen next.

"Frost Storm!!" Floyd still managed to unleash this large spell, although there were some minor problems in the process, but no one counted so much in the face of success.

The blue points of light gradually converged into something like a cloud above the head of the undead, and then the crystal clear ice rain began to fall, and it was not just ordinary ice and snow that fell, but also a sharp weapon made of ice and snow, such as the crystal long sword in front of Huang Leyang that ran out of the zombie's chest, but now there were many black-brown foul spots on the long sword.

"Is this magic?" Although Huang Leyang felt the solemn feeling in the air before, he didn't know what that feeling meant, and now he reacted completely to the falling swords, guns, swords, halberds, and this is the other party's assistance, a strong ** technique used to fight undead creatures.

At this time, the air resounded not the shouts of humans or the sound of monsters, but the constant whistling of the wind, and the constantly falling swords danced wantonly under the blowing of the cold wind, taking away the life of an undead creature from time to time, and the movements of the undead shrouded in wind and snow also began to slow down because of the ice and snow, just like a machine that worked all year round without adding lubricating oil, resulting in an obvious sense of stiffness. However, the skeletons are the least affected by ice and snow, and most of the other undead creatures have necrotic and rotten flesh and blood that will be a little stiff under the action of ice and snow, and skeletons basically ignore this cold unless they are frozen on the joints.