Sword and Magic and Taxi

The lightning that hit Le May Manor hit some kind of magic circle, burst out a burst of bright light, and then violently penetrated it. Fortunately, the magic circle has more than one layer, and the second layer of "ultimate protection" and "obstacles" spells come into play. Although it was broken down, there are still third and fourth layers. In that moment, Zhao Mai saw at least four layers of magic protection. Zhao Mai didn't have the time to continue counting how many floors there are. After all, he is now in battle, not in the cinema.

Zhao Mai threw the eight-eye sword out early to block the lightning that shot at his home. Although there are small chaotic clocks that distort the spatial structure for protection, wouldn't it be better to be able to resist directly outside the chaotic clock? Lightning hit the vibrato sword, and they couldn't help each other, so they both changed directions. The eight-eye sword fell and stuck to the ground, and lightning continued to fly toward space.

Just as the old mage gathered lightning energy, Alfonso reached out and touched his arms. Judging from the energy response of the body, Alfonso will not be a powerful combat talent, but I believe he will definitely have one or two life-saving unique skills or magic weapons, and now he may be catching a certain treasure. But with such a good opportunity, how could Zhao Mai let him use the magic weapon as he wished? He grabbed Alfonso's arms stretched out into his arms, and then blocked him and the lightning path-even a little bit of attracting lightning to shoot two arrows here.

"Be careful! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Zhao Mai protected Alfonso with one hand and grabbed the lightning with the other. The shining electric light illuminates his vision, and bursts of tingling pain come from his palm-and it only stops there. When the light gradually dissipated, Zhao Mai stood still on the spot, only with a slight burnt mark on his palm.

He turned his hand over and put it in front of his mouth to blow hard. The imprint disappeared with the wind, it turned out that it was just the residue of dust and other impurities in the air under the action of electric heating. Zhao Mai's own palm was unharmed, and the complete transformation of the body of the Devil Dragon Transformation level was so effective in protecting against spells, it could even be said that it was produced specifically to deal with such injuries.

"Are you all right," Zhao Mai looked at Alfonso with concern: "Don't worry, I will not let this lunatic harm the outstanding employees of Union Bank."

Alfonso's gaze crossed Zhao Mai to look at the sky, searched from memory, and confirmed that the old man was not a customer of the bank. He replied smoothly: "Thank you so much. His sneak attack is disgusting, and your heroic rescue is really admirable."

In order to prevent being too numb and reducing the combat effectiveness, Zhao Mai did not continue this conversation. They are all adults, so they don’t want to get a good impression with just a few sentences, and just get a preliminary exchange of feelings. He glanced at the old mage flying in the sky, and suddenly asked Alfonso: "In this relatively chaotic situation, if you want to build power, should you pay more attention to lethality or cruel effects?"

"It's all... almost?" Alfonso was chilled by this question, as if surrounded by murderous aura. "What do you want to do?"

"Of course I killed him!" Zhao Mai said lightly, and then a blue flame burned in his eyes.

Alfonso felt a soft but extremely abundant and determined force, and he was pushed away from the battlefield. He saw the blue flames of Zhao Mai's eyes flow down, surrounding his body, and forming a strange insect face in mid-air behind him. A pair of huge compound eyes can be vaguely seen, and the mouth with pliers and dense chewing teeth opens and closes, revealing a primitive and brutal force. In a daze, Alfonso foresaw the outcome of the battle: the insect with a firm and leisurely expression ate the old mage one bite at a time.

"Curse the world!" With a wave of the old mage's hand, the world changed color, and the black cloud on the skull's face appeared out of thin air, and a gust of gloomy wind blew. Zhao Mai could see that magic spells were gathering in mid-air, splicing like building blocks, becoming chains and large nets, which would also become a thick layer of enchantment.

A magic spell is a power with various means, which can achieve almost all effects, but it also has its insurmountable weaknesses. Regardless of its own spell control and release power, the magic spell is basically a method of invoking the surrounding environment energy. High magic, low magic, and no magic will have a great impact on it, and the more complex the spell, the more nodes the wizard needs to pay attention to. The increase in control steps means that the casting speed is limited.

This is also the reason why spells are flourishing, but there is always a need for soldiers to protect them. Zhao Mai speeded up and rushed towards the old mage. Under his call, the Eight-Eyed Sword followed the psychic powers in the domain to chase him up.

"Naive!" The old mage stood there and didn't move. Zhao Mai passed directly through his body, as if through a projection. Although the energy carried by Zhao Mai caused ripples in the surrounding space, elemental energies would interfere with the operation of spells when they collided with each other, not to mention that Zhao Mai had been disturbing the structure of magic spells with psychic powers and continued to dispel magic. But under all these methods, the old mage still stayed in place, but slowly turned around to face Zhao Mai.

"You will be blind, deaf, paralyzed, unable to speak with your mouth, smell with your nose, and feel unconscious on your skin!" He pointed at Zhao Mai and said like thunder: "I curse you!"

A dozen spells wrapped around Zhao Mai's body, and after spending about 80% of his strength, they penetrated his power shield and successfully landed on Zhao Mai. Then, there is no more. Zhao Mai still held his chin and looked at the old mage with interest, "How did you do it? This seems to be the point in your space, but it's not that point."

"How are you immune to spells? This..." The old mage froze for a moment~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then gritted his teeth and said: "There is no person in the world who is completely immune to spells. I will definitely find your limit!"

The mage raised his hands, and the curse continued to gather. As soon as Zhao Mai raised his eyelids, he suddenly rushed out at a speed that could not cover his ears, detonating waves of air, even causing the air to generate static sparks in the violent friction, crackling all the way. But he still penetrated through the mage's body and failed to catch him.

"It's weird. There used to be wizards who used protective shields to block me, but they were able to sneak in with the energy at the moment of casting. Why can't you?"

"How could it be possible to let the body drill in along with the energy!" Alfonso was completely frightened by Zhao Mai's super speed. What kind of reserved style and wise and professional attitude were forgotten in an instant. The politeness of the language was lost, and he roared: "You think you are an energy elemental person!"

"Yes," Zhao Mai turned into a light ball, but in this state the light ball turned pure blue, and the core brightness was hard to look at directly. The blue ball swayed from side to side in the sky a few times, but it still failed to approach the old mage in terms of energy and physics. "Elemental doesn't help this much." He endured another round of curses, and he didn't lose a single piece of hair. He easily changed back, and said with a chilling smile: "It's funny."