Step by step, he stepped out of the flames, holding Catherine Deneuve in his arms, and the flames around him retreated step by step, worshipping himself. Bu Li could feel it, and after realizing a trace of strength and measuring the origin, Bu Li knew what Uncle Dao Hao said about the immunity to all fire magic attacks, what it meant.

The fire elemental danced around him, and there was little or no irritability among them, but he became well-behaved and docile. Bu Li felt that every time he took a step, the flames around him would retreat, revealing a well-behaved atmosphere, as if Da Hei had seen the powerful existence in the white mist, and he didn't dare to make any irritable moves at all.

This is a pure experience of strength, and there is no hurry to leave. With each step, the data flow in front of you generates many new ...... No, it's something that exists but can't be understood. The understanding and comprehension of the origin of the force and quantity, giving in and leaving is like being drunk and obsessed.

I didn't mean to slowly walk out of the fire, but I was feeling the thing called "Tao".

The last step, stepping out of the sea of fire, stepping away from the transparency of thoughts, the corners of the mouth draw a trace of arc. The face hidden under the shadow cast by the black hood looked at Jon Stewart with a smile.

"What's your name?" asked Buli. In such a short period of time, he can summon such a fierce fire magic, this person is one of the strongest even in the Slavic kingdom where there are many strong people. This kind of person, ask the name, it's nothing. What's more, Bu Li was still intoxicated with the perception of the strength just now, that wonderful feeling, and he didn't want to be ruined by such a thing as killing people and seeing blood.

"Jon Stewart" Jon Stewart replied subconsciously, and immediately sobered up, how could he be a head weaker in the face of the enemy? I still can't figure it out. Maybe there's some unknown treasure on him, Jon Stewart guessed.

"What's your name?!" Jon Stewart then asked. The words just asked. Jon Stewart regretted it again. Saying the same thing to the black-robed magician on the other side not only failed to restore his momentum. It even feels like I'm asking a question with a teacher.

"My name is Bu Li, I'm very happy today, if you don't want to die, let's go. Buli put Catherine Deneuve down and said.

Jon Stewart was puzzled, he was a ninth-level fire archmage, and he was only half a step away from being promoted to the legendary realm of magicians and becoming a legendary archmage. has experienced countless bloody battles, even if the black-robed magician on the other side is stronger than himself. Behind him are the mages of the Slavic kingdoms, as well as warriors, knights, priests of light, thieves, archers, the perfect combination of professions. Could it be that the black-robed magician on the other side wanted to be able to single-handedly challenge himself and the mage group behind him?!

Where did his inexplicable confidence come from? Jon Stewart looked at Buli like he was looking at a fool. He and the mage group behind him, even if His Majesty Tito was in person, did not dare to take him lightly.

A magician?

Bu Li tidied up the black clothes on his body, and said with a smile: "Don't go, then stay!"

Before the words were finished, the black shadow behind the gray-robed mage group flickered and covered the sky. The black shadow flickered, and a flash of black lightning appeared, and the blue light kept flickering.

Jon Stewart had just blocked behind him with an instantaneous magic shield when he saw Buli rushing straight towards him!

This is a magician?!It's a warrior. The thought had just come to mind. Jon Stewart saw two different magical auras appear on Bu Li's body, and the ice gun with an earthy yellow handle was held in Bu Li's hand.

What kind of magic is this?!, even after countless battles. Jon Stewart has never seen a magician wield an ice gun and rush straight up for close combat!

Momentary trance. Jon Stewart came to his senses. No matter what happens, don't be surprised. It is Jon Stewart's forte. There are so many strange things that happened today that even the calm Jon Stewart was inevitably in a trance. Fresh, a short chant flowed quickly between Jon Stewart's lips.

A real fire magic shield stood in front of Jon Stewart, and the fire magic shield was engraved with the head of a monster, hideous and poignant, as if it would jump out of the fire magic shield at any time and choose people to devour. Then, behind the fire-type magic shield, a series of fireballs shot out.

The Beaded Fireball is just a third-level magic that Jon Stewart can instantaneously. But hiding the beaded fireball behind the demonic flame shield and instantly sending the beaded fireball, the change of the spell spell, not everyone can do it. This trick is Jon Stewart's killer move. Defense carries attacks, as long as the opponent starts to dodge the fireballs, and the subsequent attacks will come continuously, and the opponent will never be given the slightest chance.

Jon Stewart is very sure of this. The demons of the abyss who died at the hands of Jon Stewart can also be attested to by the powerhouses of the other world. The strange changes in the grandeur are simple but practical, and they are completely unexpected.

Jon Stewart summoned a barrage of fireballs, locked onto the walk, and shot out. He moved so fast, even faster than most thieves!, that's what Jon Stewart thought at this point. Without the slightest pause in his lips, and even ignoring the pressure on his body caused by the two spells condensed by the magic elements one after another, Jon Stewart immediately began to chant the third magic.

Elven language expertly spat out Jon Stewart's mouth, and the fire element began to condense rapidly.

And then, at this moment, Jon Stewart's magic, which he thought could not be contained, suddenly stopped. Jon Stewart seemed to have forgotten to chant the magic spell, and his eyes widened as he watched the black figure across the opposite side pierce through the fireballs, pierce through the demonic flame shield, and stab himself in the chest with the ice spear in his hand.

No matter what kind of flame, even the Demon Flame Shield of the Abyss Demon Emperor was helpless turned into a piece of window paper in front of Bu Li's body, and even the corners of Bu Li's clothes were not harmed in the slightest.

This is definitely not the strength of an unknown treasure, no matter what the treasure, the clothes on the body will not have such a strong defensive ability. No matter what treasure it is, it will not directly penetrate the demon flame shield!

But how did the magician called Buli penetrate the demonic flame shield and come to him? Jon Stewart was hopelessly in a trance once again. The notion that demonic flame shields would be pierced didn't come to mind.

You must know that the Demon Flame Shield, even if it is the Abyss Demon Emperor, will not be broken in an instant! Jon Stewart's mind does not have the concept of the Demon Flame Shield being penetrated at all, and the ice spear stabbed straight into Jon Stewart's chest, and Jon Stewart seemed to be stupid, the spell was not chanted, and he paused stiffly, and then the ice spear pierced Jon Stewart's chest.

Blood spurted out, and to death, Jon Stewart's eyes did not close.

Bu Li shook the ice gun in his hand, and he was also a little puzzled. Supposedly, Jon Stewart shouldn't be so weak that he can't even use a teleportation?

This is the strength of the mage group of the Slavic Kingdom? The thought flashed in Bu Li's mind, and he didn't pause, and with a direct flick of his wrist, a thief who had just become invisible and whose black shadow had not disappeared was pierced through his throat by Bu Li.

Ice guns, actually, pretty good. Bu Li thought in his heart, at least it consumes less, and it can give the sharp knife a buffer process. If others thought it was just an ice gun, it would definitely surprise them.

Big Black and Paul O'Neill work well together. Da Hei stunned, Paul O'Neill was extremely fast, like a black lightning shuttle between the thirty-three figures of Da Hei, and the blue dagger in his hand showed a trace of hideous meaning in the black lightning from time to time, and it disappeared in a flash, leaving a small blood-red flower.

Two thieves, one is good at control, one is good at assassination, one is thirty-three, and the other is like lightning. Da Hei and Paul O'Neill cooperate seamlessly, and Bu Li looked at Da Hei's strong body, which seemed to be all in sight, waving a huge big black stick, controlling, controlling, and controlling. Paul O'Neill then appeared behind each of the opponents who were controlled by the big black, and the blue dagger landed on the opponent's carotid artery, leaving a small but fatal wound.

How did these two guys cooperate better than when Da Hei fought with him! Bu was slightly surprised, knowing that Da Hei was fighting with Paul O'Neill for the first time. Knowing each other, could it be that Paul O'Neill is a she-bear?

Fighting, no more suspense. It's rare not to think about it, but it's actually a step away from the Tao in the Zhilu Road. Paul O'Neill is too strong, it seems that Big Black is everywhere, but in fact, Paul O'Neal is cooperating with Big Black at the bottom, and when Big Black is thirty-three, he is still at ease.

Some tricky people, Paul O'Neill didn't touch, and Big Black only tried it with a phantom. Persimmons, to pick up soft pinch, both Daikoku and Paul O'Neill strictly abide by this, as if this is the iron law of thieves.

The wind behind you sounds, step away from the side, sink your shoulders, turn your steps, and return your elbows.

Unexpectedly, he struck an elbow on the side and hit the air. The corner of his eye squinted, and an afterimage followed his turn and went to his back again.

It's so fast! A very strong thief. Bu Li knew how fast he moved and reacted, and the thief could be a little faster than himself, or about as fast as himself. Put away the pride in his heart, pour the iron bridge, fall straight forward, and pull his left leg back. The ice spear in his hand stabbed diagonally backwards and upwards, and a frost mark appeared in mid-air, sharp as lightning. (To be continued......)