The six Storm Wolves, although they are second-level magical beasts, are not trivial.

Little by little, the storm wolf approached, letting out a low roar, as if it might pounce on it at any moment and tear it up.

Tang Ge held the two-handed sword, took a deep breath, and then swung it violently, and a scorching light spread to the two-handed sword, and then Tang Ge grabbed the big sword and slashed it out, whistling and hunting, as if to split the air in half.

Xia Ming was a little surprised, because Tang Ge's strength of fighting spirit was very good, and the whole person was as sharp as a sharp sword out of the sheath.

"Boom!"

The air around them shook for a moment, and one of the storm wolves swooped forward, and Tanger and the storm wolf scuffled together, and the great sword swept and tried to stab the storm wolf in the abdomen, but the storm wolf spat out a cyan-glowing wind blade from its mouth!

As soon as Tang Dou Qi was mentioned, it was just a ruthless gear, and the wind blade was immediately shattered!

A storm wolf was obviously no match for Tang Ge, who was a fifth-level fighter, and the remaining five wild wolves also joined the battle and besieged Tang Ge.

In the darkness, the tips of Xia Ming and Sherlock's staff lit up at the same time, and the two of them also took this opportunity to start chanting magic spells at the same time.

But Xia Ming's magic was obviously completed one step ahead of Sherlock, Xia Ming's [Spark Brilliance] was like a blooming fiery red rose, shooting at the body of one of the wild wolves, the flames exploded, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Then Sherlock's chant was completed, and it was also [Spark Brilliance], bombarding another mad wolf!

"This ......!" Sherlock exclaimed, and glanced at Xia Ming in disbelief, with an indescribable horror in his eyes.

"Whew!" the two wolves who had been hit by the spark roared, and the fur on their bodies was scorched and bleeding. The one Xia Ming hit was even more miserable, there was a big cut in the abdomen, the blood kept flowing, and it fell directly to the ground.

Wolves are naturally afraid of flames, not to mention that Xia Ming and Sherlock released fire magic, and several wild wolves took a few steps back, and the fierce light in the beast's eyes dispersed a lot, but there was a faint hint of jealousy.

Scarlet blood spilled all over the ground, as well as the internal organs and intestines of the dead mad wolf, making Xia Ming, who rarely saw blood, pale.

However, Xia Ming forcibly curbed the discomfort of his body, and a series of incantations came out of his mouth, this time the chanting was much faster than before, obviously stimulating Xia Ming's potential at this critical juncture.

Sherlock next to him really had his eyeballs about to fall, and looking at Xia Ming's gaze, he seemed to see something terrible.

[Vulcan's Roar]! It is still fire magic, but it is a third-level fire magic, and its power is not comparable to that of the spark brilliance.

A huge flame burst out of the flames, as if a huge beast had opened its bloody jaws and roared violently, engulfing a wild wolf like a beast.

Before the wolf could howl, it was burned to ashes by the scorching flames!

Sherlock's eyes widened: "This ...... What kind of magic is this?"

[Vulcan's Roar], this is a fire magic recorded in the Book of Eternity, and Sherlock naturally does not recognize it. Xia Ming also used this magic for the first time, and after trying it, it was really powerful, and he was even more satisfied.

There were also three wild wolves who were originally fighting with Tonge, and when they found that their companion was dead, they couldn't help but cry out in grief, but the attack became more violent, and their roars became more and more ferocious.

But the overall situation has been decided, Tang Ge snorted coldly, holding the sword in both hands, his figure flickered, and turned into several afterimages in mid-air. The whole person was like a roaring angry lion, and his body was like an arrow off the string, rushing out.

One sword turns into three shadows!

I saw that Tang Ge's body that was moving at high speed had turned into three phantoms, and he rushed towards the three wild wolves head-on! The three wild wolves also opened their mouths and spit out three cyan wind blades, but they were all shattered by Tang Ge's fighting spirit.

Rumble!

The bodies of the three storm wolves were marked with a striking scar, and the originally green grass was also dyed with a shocking layer of blood red.

However, these three wild wolves were only seriously injured but still had the strength to spare, and they were so ferocious that they wanted to pounce forward, but where would Xia Ming and Sherlock give these beasts a chance, and they had already prepared to shoot out the two sparks and shoot out, directly sending these three storm wolves to hell.

Looking at the corpses of the storm wolf all over the ground, Xia Ming and the three of them all breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle was won very beautifully, and although it was a little thrilling, all three of them did not even have a single skin injury.

Xia Ming was still experiencing the battle just now, this was Xia Ming's first actual battle, and the struggle between life and death was undoubtedly the most oppressive, and his potential was stimulated in the battle just now. Xia Ming carefully recalled every detail of the battle just now, thinking about his own shortcomings.

Tonger quickly took a dagger from his waist and dissected the corpses of the storm wolves one by one, he was skilful and obviously not the first time he had done such a thing.

Moments later, Tanger pulled out six turquoise crystals the size of duck eggs from the heads of the six storm wolves. These six emerald crystals emitted a faint light, and Xia Ming suddenly understood that this should be the crystal nucleus of the Demon Beast.

The Storm Wolf is a second-level demonic beast, and this crystal nucleus is about twenty or thirty gold coins a piece on the black market, which can be regarded as a small fortune.

After being attacked by this group of storm wolves at night, Xia Ming and the three of them did not feel a trace of sleep. Sherlock stared at Xia Ming with burning eyes, looked at him deeply, and said, "Brother Xia Ming, the chanting time of your incantation seems to be quite short, what is the chanting time of your sparkling brilliance?"

Xia Ming frowned, and said as a matter of course: "About two seconds, it seems to be a little faster just now." ”

As Xia Ming's words just fell, there was a dead silence in the darkness, and Xia Ming felt that both Tanger and Sherlock looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.

"Brother Xia Ming......" Tang Ge's eyes widened, and his voice was a little dry and hoarse: "Brother Xia Ming, are you saying that the time for you to chant a second-level magic spell is only two seconds?"

Even Tang, the fighter, was taken aback, and in less than two seconds, he released a second-level magic, and the chanting speed was simply outrageous.

The chanting speed of a magician is closely related to two aspects. One is the proficiency of the spell mastery, and the other is the affinity of the magic element. Under normal circumstances, the chanting time of a second-level spell is about four seconds, and it was forcibly compressed by half by Xia Ming, what a terrifying thing!

Tonger glanced at Sherlock, Sherlock was also a pretty good magician among his peers, but as far as Tanger knew, the time it took for this guy to release a second-level magic was at least close to four seconds!

"What's wrong?" Xia Ming remembered Anthony's evaluation of him, and asked with some puzzlement, "Isn't this the foundation that every magician must have?"

As soon as he finished saying this, Xia Ming found that the two of them looked at him with even more horror, their expressions were sad and angry, and they had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

"You...... You ......" Sherlock looked at Xia Ming's natural appearance, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Xia Ming frowned: "Isn't this a necessary foundation for every magician?"

How many magicians may not be able to squeeze the chanting of Level 2 magic to less than two seconds in their lifetime, and this bastard actually says this is the foundation?

Xia Ming glanced at Sherlock: "Sherlock, how long is your incantation chanting?"

At this time, Sherlock only felt a fever on his face, and he wanted to find a hole to drill into.

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