7）

Later, it ended without happening. Shecher slumped and watched as his opponent stood on the opposite side, unable to fight again.

Like, the dream is over.

The opponent was the old man who made dreams, but his sunken eyes were looking at the exhausted Shecher, watching his hair and eyes fade dark.

"You were strong in your dreams, but now your magic is exhausted. The sound of vicissitudes reached Shecher's ears.

There was no response, only a wry smile of weakness.

"Do you really think you're better than the seventy-four people in front of you? Look at that stone. "The old man's words are prickly, and the listener will feel miserable.

Shecher looked at the stone pillar, but the stone was shattered in an instant, leaving behind the powder and falling. Shecher had no choice but to turn his head weakly, look at the old man, and said with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "It is not the stone that proves me, but the defeat of you!"

"Is that all?"

With an explosion, Shecher was blasted into the sky and fell down in pain.

"And then?" the old man seemed to be a cruel exploiter, trying to deter the exploited with his momentum.

Repeated explosions knocked Shecher from the road to the side of the house, and repelled dozens of meters. Shecher was covered in bruises, the blood on her arms couldn't stop flowing, and her clothes were dyed as blood-red as in her dreams. He could only get up again and again, but he couldn't fight back.

"Young man, what a strong will!"

The old man waved his hand, and an explosion sounded from Shecher's side.

The sky was just bright, as if hope was rising.

Shecher's eyes had turned to anger from teasing, and she glared at the old man who was walking slowly towards him.

"You know, most of those people died in their dreams, but you are different. The old man walked up to Shecher and said as he looked at him who was almost unable to get up.

Shecher finally used all her strength to utter a word: "Your life is not worthy of those magicians." I don't know where his courage comes from, but he just smiles lightly at the corners of his mouth that is covered with blood.

"You're not afraid?"

"Fear you?" said Shecher, turning his head to see the sun in the east, which was halfway up, "I have never been afraid of the weak. ”

He seemed anxious to be decided, but he was waiting for something.

In his heart, there is still a gambling game, a gambling game that can only be won and not lost.

"Hmph, why don't young people know how to give in but have to be hard-headed?" The old man had only kept asking questions so far, but he had not received a satisfactory answer after all.

"The sun is going up. Shecher's voice suddenly rose up, as if strength was regaining.

"Well, I allow you to see the sun in its entirety, young man, only for one eye. ”

The harsh promise had fulfilled his request, and a wicked smile crossed Shecher's face. Because both of them were facing the sun, the old man did not find it, let alone know what the clues were. From the moment the old man relaxes, he is doomed to failure. In contrast, the old man is more like a child who loves to play games.

The sun is also trying to spread the light of the early morning.

"In my dreams. Have you seen all my memories of Lottings Island?" Shecher tried to speak to the old man, and his voice seemed to prove that he had gradually recovered.

"What do you want to say. ”

"The secret of the 'Light Catastrophe'. ”

The old man fell silent, ignoring Shecher. Shecher was also quiet, and continued to wait for the sunrise, which was still a little close.

"Magic to manipulate light?!" the old man was shocked.

"yes, it's still a dream, isn't it?"

The sun is just completely exposed, scattering a perfect dazzling ray.

"Burst Flame, Extinguishing Style, Red Lotus Blast!" The old man had realized that his advantage had collapsed at that moment, and he didn't know if he could redeem something.

With the same result as at the beginning, Shecher was blown into the air. However, it was different, as a pillar of light held him up, signaling that he would win his fifth matchup.

"Thank you so much. ”

The old man looked into the air in bewilderment, and stretched out his hand to cover the sun.

"You made me use all the magic I wanted to use but was restricted, and the dream you created was so beautiful!"

The old man was surrounded by an aperture, and the aperture immediately shrank, shrinking into a little particle, but it still shone with dazzling light.

With a loud bang, a world dissipated again.

8）

In the early morning of September 5th, someone from Aslant's cold-eyed team had already rushed back one after another, but I didn't expect that the first person to come back was Dora, a girl who looked weak, and she was already a fourth-order magician.

The people who completed the task scrambled to Salmoni's house, only to find that there was no one else here but Senna and Dora talking.

Everyone sighed, secretly glad that they would not be the ones to be punished.

Perhaps no one thought that the current Shecher had been fighting in her dreams for a long time, and Lanley had also slept in an old town for a night. Tank, on the other hand, was running around, preparing to become a qualified fifth-order magician, and Myron was just as good as him.

"Maybe Salmonigo is on his way home!" said Dora to a worried Senna.

Senna always had an ominous premonition and said, "I hope so." ”

Maybe this is the synaesthesia between husband and wife, no matter how far apart you are, you can feel each other's situation. Salmoni is indeed in a difficult situation now, and he has also encountered a magician who is too capable of himself, but the battle has not frustrated him, but he has become more and more courageous, and his magic power is being used without limits.

9）

It's the same scene from the previous dream, but the opponent is different from before.

The look at each other of the two faces that are exactly the same is based on the exact same under the fire attribute, an inch of unkempt fiery red hair, and a pair of red eyes that can burn everything out in an instant, the real person's gaze.

This is his last opponent.

Shecher's heart was extremely heavy, he had already sensed the most powerful magic, and he himself was the enemy he was always waiting for. The dream self is impeccably strong and perfect, and you can feel that there is no hope of winning from the magic field.

Shecher had a preemptive strike in mind, but what she wanted would come true to her opponent first.

Two whirling flaming phoenixes full of magic struck at Shecher.

Shecher's two fire phoenixes were finally summoned at the last moment, fending off a strong attack for Shecher. The battle that could have taken place between the four phoenixes did not start with a loud bang.

At that moment, the fire phoenix of Shecher in the dream carried the explosive magic, and actually forced Shecher to be helpless with the method of ending up together. In the dream, two frenzied fire phoenixes appeared next to Shecher again, and the instigated Akabane actually absorbed all the firelight scattered in the sky, gathering an even larger fiery red body.

"Fire Phoenix Yanwu flapps its wings!"

"Holy Light: Guardian Light Orb!"

There was another explosion, and the fire phoenix disappeared again, and the ball of light was scattered into pieces, and Shecher was still bounced a few steps away under the protection of the ball of light.

"Fire Phoenix Yanwu Peak!" Almost the moment he completed the previous round of attacks, the two Fire Phoenixes appeared again, this time the attack was from the front and back of the two directions, and the speed was also doubled.

"Damn, Holy Light, Shelter, Double!"

Two fire phoenixes slammed into the wall of light, smashing into a star-shaped crack, followed by two explosions. Shecher was hit hard and fell to the ground like a lightning strike.

"Fire Phoenix Flame Tempest. "The two new phoenixes rushed straight up, and the tail fire created a spiral pillar of fire, and after a certain height, it quickly dived downward, causing a reverse spiral of the pillar of fire. The swirling pillar of fire struck Shecher like a tornado, and the two phoenixes spiraled to form a burning semi-enclosed space around Shecher.

Shecher is powerless to parry, this is a completely certain rhythm of death!

The whole great magic was fully formed, and the flames spewed everywhere, scorching every piece of Scher's body, and the pain spread, crackling like firewood.

In the end, the pillar of fire was completely integrated, roughly the thickness of one person, and the result seemed to be decided.

In her dream, Shecher laughed out loud as she looked at the pillars of fire dancing wildly in the sky. But he stopped laughing and looked at it with suspicion. The pillar of fire shortens from top to bottom, and the power of fire is sucked away.

The black flames began to suppress the red flames, and in the moment of destruction, Shecher was like a phoenix again, gaining all her strength, and was about to turn defeat into victory again.

The dark eyes were shining, and the black flames that wrapped around the body were leaping and jumping.

On the other side, the red flames swirled around the body, and the same fire was completely attached to itself.

The duel between Black Fire and Phoenix Fire, the final war will also begin.

The two of them moved extremely fast, and the two fires were jumping, and they couldn't see their original figures clearly. One moment of collision, a moment of distancing, or like the fire phoenix hovering upward, colliding with dazzling flames in the air, red and black swirling, without the slightest benevolence, it seems that there is no way to distinguish the winner from the loser. However, the whole dream was ignited.

"Fire Phoenix Nirvana!"

"Ghost God Phoenix Nirvana!" two voices sounded in the air at the same time, and everything was finally coming to an end in this final blow.

A powerful explosion eventually collided in the sky, and the spiral pillars of fire at both ends pierced into the sky, piercing the sky. The two of them fell like meteors, and both fainted.

The only thing that separates the two is the mysterious color.

After all, he still didn't defeat himself.

10）

The wheel of fortune never stops turning, and everything is a given.

There is a spell magic that is magical, and the magicians who can use it have the power to master time. They can travel between the future and the past at will. However, they can't change anything, and their appearance in another world is only a composition of history, only to create, not to change.

This is the mystery of the world. It's a programmed program from beginning to end, working until it comes to a perfect rest, and when it's done, it's gone.