A wind blade flew towards the object that Yang Bing threw over, a small plastic package was cut in half by the wind blade, the gray seeds inside were scattered everywhere by the strong wind, the dilapidated building was covered with gray seeds everywhere, a green light emanated from Yang Bing's hand and filled the entire space, and green shoots began to grow rapidly from the snow.

To deal with a fast opponent, Dave had already demonstrated it to Yang Bing last time, so Yang Bing also drew a scoop according to the gourd, these are growing dandelions, and under the urging of Yang Bing's magic, the original snowy wasteland has become a vibrant green space because of the growth of dandelions.

"Dandelions? beautiful plants, do you want to make your death scene a little more beautiful? haha. The ridicule continued, but the attack of the pigeons did not fall in the slightest.

Arrogant guy! Yang Bing sneered even more in his heart, arrogance is always fatal, is it because of the 100 million euros that the pigeon has become hysterical, and the white dandelions flying in the sky soon formed a powerful force on a large scale.

The density of dandelions is amazing, the whole space turns into a white expanse, the pigeon seems to have sensed that something is wrong, his ridicule stopped abruptly, dandelions have a characteristic, the weak electricity emitted by the creature can absorb these slight seeds, I don't know if Dave is the first person to discover the wonderful use of dandelions, but he is the first person Yang Bing has seen to use it, and the effect is very good.

The pigeon's body became the target of the dandelion all of a sudden, and the dandelions flying all over the sky turned into streamers and flew towards the pigeon, and the pigeon panicked all of a sudden. His face turned pale perhaps whiter than a dandelion, he had never encountered such a situation, and he had never thought that these dandelions would make him afraid, as a wind mage, his perception of danger was second only to that of a plant mage, and the pigeon had only one thought in his mind at this time, that is, he could not let these dog-skin plaster-like dandelions get on his body.

Using wind magic to blow away the scared plant was easy for the pigeon to do, but his previous negligence meant that he didn't even have a moment to use the magic now, as long as he slowed down a little. Then the end that awaits him is to be overwhelmed by white fruits.

With the penetration of dandelions. The space for the pigeon was getting smaller and smaller, and he had no choice but to flee towards the unexpected woods of the battlefield, and he had the upper hand and became a lost dog in a panic, and the reversal of the battle situation was only a single negligence.

At the speed of a pigeon, it quickly left the battlefield. He looked back as he ran. It took a while to come back to my senses. He slapped his head and scolded himself fiercely in his heart, there was another important reason why he fled in a panic, that is, Yang Bing had killed three Death Eaters. This is already well known in the European second world, and it is precisely because of this hearsay consciousness that he has a trace of imperceptible fear of Yang Bing in his heart.

After leaving the white world created by Yang Bing, the fear in his heart suddenly ran out of the clouds, and when he stopped, his breathing became obviously short, and the price paid by Yang Bing in the previous battle that made him powerless was reflected, but at present, it did not achieve the expected effect of the pigeon.

The pigeon snorted coldly and turned around again to return to the battlefield, a huge vine in front of him attacked him, he was contemptuous and wanted to attack him with this vine, a wind blade was formed in his hand, and he sent it out without even looking at it.

The vine fell at his feet as the pigeon expected, he stepped on the rattan, looked at Yang Bing not far away and said, "Mr. Ace, your plant magic amazes me, but I still insist that you are too weak!"

The pigeon let out a terrible scream before he finished speaking, the back of his head was hit hard by a hard metal, and behind him was Dave holding a frying pan, the vine just now was not Yang Bing's magic at all, but Dave's purpose, Dave's purpose was only to distract the pigeon, and then give him a hard blow.

The pigeon lay on the ground, because of the pain, he instinctively held the back of his head with both hands, the blood flowed out from the back of his fingers like running water, spilled on the snow and stained a large area red, the magician's weakness was vividly reflected in the pigeon, even if he had powerful magic, his body still could not withstand Dave's physical attack, which was not very strong.

"Ace, what to do with him?" The poor pigeon was entwined with vines, and the dense vines made him have no gaps from head to toe, and he could only hear the humming sound in his mouth or in his nostrils because of pain.

"Take him away, as a prisoner, and should be handed over to the Holy See to deal with. Yang Bing lifted the pigeon, just like carrying a chicken, how to say that the height of the pigeon is 1.8 meters and some weight, but these weights are all virtual for Yang Bing.

"Ace, wait, have you forgotten the purpose of your here?" A voice came from behind them, and the pigeon did not come alone.

Yang Bing turned around and looked, but found a man in a black cloak standing in the white sea, the brim of the cloak was very low, so he couldn't see his true face, he was also carrying something in his hand, he was in the dandelion, and his body was not stained with the slightest white!

The mysterious man walked a few steps slowly, glanced at the dandelions around him, and said, "As a dark magician, we all have the same personality and hate white, so these nasty things shouldn't be stored." With that, a dark element emanated from him, a stream of black water gushed out from under his feet, and the black liquid gradually spread on the ground, and all the white everywhere it went turned into nothingness in an instant.

This trick used by the mysterious man made the corners of Yang Bing's mouth twitch, the dark element can be used in such a large-scale liquid form, which is definitely more than the level of high school, the strength of the dark girl Anqi is quite different from him, can have such strength, the status in the dark force must be very high, if the next battle has to face him, then the situation is not optimistic.

"Dead dove, then, cut off your own arm. The mysterious man said something that made Yang Bing puzzled, and a sharp dagger flew over and stuck it in the trunk next to Yang Bing, "If you can't do it alone, that plant mage next to you should help you." ”

"Are you kidding, sir, of course, the dead pigeon is fine, cut off my arm, are you ordering me?"

"Well, I think you'll probably change your mind when you see this. The mysterious man threw the linen bag in his hand on the ground, the linen bag contained a person, not Gordon, who else, the unconscious Gordon collapsed on the snow, the poor old man did not know how many sins he had suffered, and he only had half a breath left. "For the sake of this Nazi veteran, pick up the dagger next to you, the sharp dagger will not make you feel too much pain. ”

"What if I refuse!"

"Gordon is going to die, and that's what you don't want to see?Good boy, as a righteous party, you often have to pay a little price to ensure your reputation. ”

"Looks like you know me well. Yang Bing pulled the dagger from the tree, and the cold light of the dagger proved that the mysterious man was right, this was indeed a weapon that sharpened iron like clay, Yang Bing slowly raised the dagger.

"Wait, neighbor!" Seeing that Yang Bing really had the intention of cutting off his arm, Dave panicked, "Without your arm, you have become a waste, even if it is a bright force, it will abandon you worthless you, I don't understand what the identity of this old man is, is he so important to you?"

Ignoring Dave's persuasion, Yang Bing shouted angrily, and the dagger swung down fiercely, and red blood gushed out like a fountain. (To be continued.) :。