Sword and Magic and Taxi

The Witch King who took off the mask had short blond hair, his cruel face was taut with dark skin, and his eyes were yellow and cold as gold. Hamana smiled, revealing four sharp teeth and a mouthful of needle teeth: "Be prepared to bear the price of angering me!"

　　 He took a sharp breath, and the psychic power suddenly opened. Powerful coercion spreads across every corner of the space, even if it is hidden in other planes and demiplanes. The magical protection of the platform turned one direction and turned into an inward protection, otherwise it would have fallen apart under this fierce pressure. Zhao Mai shook his wrist and found that his speed of action was also affected.

　　 "It turns out that this trick is used like this!" Reading in a book is never as good as visiting it, and it is better to experience it. Karak's notes also have techniques for using psychic powers to form actual pressure domains, blocking and hurting all attackers with the idea of ​​"nearing the Witch King".

　　 The marble platform makes a rattling sound, which is the sound of its internal cracking and distorting under pressure. As a result, the stay cables swayed from side to side, and the arch bridge supporting the platform was full of cracks. Zhao Mai's body was squashed and shrunk, and with the help of the natural force, it grew back to its original shape. For this reason, the Witch King cast approving glances.

"You are Mike Longhou? The one who really killed Karak, the Witch King." With a smile on his mouth, he said, "You have the right to stand among us and share the power of the world together. Tyre is in your hands. It must be much better than that clown in Taixi, because in the end, power determines who is up and who is down."

　　 "I have seen this trick of yours, please change to another one." Zhao Mai licked his lips, "I have seen a technique called a psionic spiral, would you?"

　　 Witch King Hamana narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Zhao Mai with his left hand without any items. Zhao Mai felt a suction, but his domain was self-contained, and nothing was sucked away. "What are you sucking? Oh, vitality. You want to use my vitality to cast magic, just like you draw the power of magic from this world. You can't move me, or use the psychic spiral, I have always wanted to see experience."

　　 "Presumptuous!" In his roar, all the residents of Urik fell to the ground, their bodies trembling constantly. The magical energy gathered in Hamana's hand and turned into a hot red ball the size of a volleyball. Flames rose on the red ball, the air was distorted due to the high temperature, and the Witch King seemed to hold the sun in his hand.

　　 Shine over, Zhao Mai's skin began to smoke, burning with corrosive power. "You actually produced radiant energy? No wonder the trolls were killed by you!" Zhao Mai moved his neck and transformed the surface of his skin into a shell structure similar to a ghost ship. In space, deadly radiation is everywhere, and the ghost spacecraft has long adapted to it and has its own set of methods to deal with it.

　　 Hamana looked at Zhao Mai curiously, and then threw the ball of light over. It is simply a "dirty bomb". Once it explodes, the stream of high-energy particles and radioactive energy will kill all surrounding creatures. Zhao Mai was a little curious about what method the Witch King would use to avoid killing himself, but curiosity also had to use the right place, and protecting life was definitely more important than curiosity.

　　 The ball of light kept flying closer, surrounded by layers of cold air, forcibly cooling it down. The essence of heat is the irregular thermal movement of molecules, and Zhao Mai's cold breath also gives all energy a way to vent. While flying, the ball of light reduced its energy level as if it was squeezed, and at the same time it was reduced by Zhao Mai's psychic powers. When Zhao Mai was in front of him, the radiation was still there, but it was no longer able to explode, and only a handful of power remained.

Seeing his light ball being cracked, Hamana's eyes widened, his expression mad and excited, he made an "Ahhhhhhh" sound and waved his arms, "Okay! Great! Karak's death is not wronged. Good death! I like a guy like you!"

　　 "Your brain is sick!" Zhao Mai said: "The last time, show me the psionic spiral, I will fight you with peace of mind."

　　 Hamana put away his frantic smile for a moment, becoming as serious as a rock. He looked at Zhao Mai coldly, his body began to swell. He quickly rose to the height of about three stories, his golden eyes looked down at Zhao Mai, and the platform seemed small and narrow. The strong body is covered with golden hair, and at the end of a long tail like a lion is a large tuft of hair. When it hits the ground, it makes a dull sound like a heavy hammer. Like all feline predators, the strong, muscular hind legs have both speed and strength; the beast's arms still resemble a human shape, but with muscles and claws. From the top of the head to the neck, there is a thick golden mane. The scepter was originally a pendant, hidden in the mane under the neck. The fangs that used to be Hamana have now become fangs protruding under the little lion man's nose.

　　 He rushed over, waved his paw, and grabbed Zhao Mai with a sharp wind, shining coldly. Zhao stepped forward to hold the sword behind him, turned and cut. Only heard a refreshing and sharp "chap", the lion's claws separated from the arm, and flew alone in the air.

　　 "Let you use the psychic spiral!" Zhao Mai swung the eight-eyed sword and slashed across it. Hamana is worthy of being a guy who can exterminate a species. If he notices something wrong in an instant, he will react at the same instant. He used psychic energy as a recoil, attacking Zhao Mai while providing strength for his maneuvering and avoidance.

　　 The eight-eye sword became slow-only relative to himself-but it still cuts on Hamana's skin, UU reading www.uukanshu. com and cut it open. Only then did the fracture of the wrist and the skin and flesh of the ribs burst out with blood, and the red droplets were spherical in the air, with the body temperature of the Witch King's hot, beautiful and moving. Hamana finally avoided being cut in half, and avoided Zhao Mai's long sword with the help of a rebound.

　　 But he couldn't escape Zhao Mai's chase—the fighters who had already shot would not stop with just one move. Zhao Mai speeded up suddenly, and rushed up against the coercion of Hamana's psychic powers. The closer he gets to the Witch King, the greater the pressure he receives, which is almost exponentially rising. Between two people, because of this pressure, not only the material, but also the space has been hurt. The air shattered into countless prisms, and the bizarre shadows refracted back and forth on the mirror surface of the space, as if there were hundreds of Hamanas and thousands of Zhao Mai.

　　The eight-eye sword made of vibrating gold received much less repulsive force than Zhao Mai himself, so he was able to pierce Hamana's chest fiercely, cut the flesh, cut off the ribs, and cut the heart! The psychic power field between the two people was compressed to the limit, and then an explosion was inevitable. There was no fire, no loud noises, only Zhao Mai standing in place and the giant lion man who was beaten into flight.

　　 domains, psychic powers, and stronger physical powers made Zhao Mai the person standing on the platform, while the Witch King was shot and turned into a parabola flying towards the crater. Zhao Mai shook the sword, kicked it vigorously, and pursued it. The platform, which had been tortured over and over again, was finally free. It shattered completely, fell from the air, and floated into the city of Urik.

　　 The whole city was exclaiming.

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