Chapter 750: Blast show

Chapter 750 Blast
　　 "Master, it's really not my fault, those witches are too bullying." Together with Robben, they came to the apartment for VIP guests. Nalan was still emphasizing what was just now.
　　 "I know, I know, you have said it many times, now hurry up to help Fei in, let me see how she hurts."
Robben's place here is relatively spacious, let alone living with three people, it is okay to live with 30 people. After checking the situation of Fei, Robben is a little worried. Fei has suffered a strong mental tremor, and the selection is now The past few days will start right away, and I don’t know if Fei can fully recover by then.
　　 first combed Fei's sea of ​​consciousness, and then applied concentrating healing magic, Robben and the others all withdrew from Fei's room.
　　 Robben ordered a simple meal, and had dinner with Nalan and Bazaar in the restaurant.
Bazaar’s injury is not serious, and he can fully recover in one or two days. Now he is working hard to eat. Robben looks like Nalan is okay, and said: "Nalan, you were a little too provocative about what happened just now. People have all fallen. You shouldn't continue arguing with the devil girls around, and hurt someone with such a heavy hand. If it weren't for me to pass by, the two devil girls could not get timely and effective treatment. The injury may affect their lives."
　　Nalan ate something dull and silent...
　　 "Besides, you are all witches, and you don't have any deep hatred. You can't commit that. You will meet again in the selection process. Don't be so impatient at that time."
　　 "Hmm..." Nalan said.
　　 "But the master, they said we were useless, and suspected that we had done tricks in the evaluation, and then they never dared to participate in the evaluation again, and they said..."
Robben smiled and interrupted Nalan's words: "Don't listen to their nonsense, what kind of situation we are, we know best. We decided not to participate in the evaluation at that time. Haven't we already considered this? Such a meaningless test. , We don’t need to spend the precious life of the witch. As for this selection, we will speak with our strength at the end. It’s not right to start a dispute first."
　　 "Oh..." Nalan lowered his head to eat.
Seeing Nalan's muffled sulking, Robben was helpless, so he changed his tone and said, "Nalan, the master is not blaming you, but just reminds you a little bit. There are so many witches surrounding you just now. If you insist on, say Maybe you will be under siege, but that would be very dangerous."
　　 Seeing Robben's tone eased, Nalan raised his head, with a slight smile on his face: "Um... it doesn't matter, those witches are not my opponents."
　　Roben feels powerless...
　　 "Forget it, let's not talk about it, just remember to fight with them in the future without moving, and eat."
　　 The first selection started three days later.
　　All the witches who came to participate in this selection were arranged on the square on the side of the magic palace, forming a square array.
　　 This first selection was conducted by the Demon King.
　　 Arthur Devil wore a more formal dress, and after all the witches were arranged, he appeared in the square.
　　 The selection of this item is very simple, it is the instrument.
After all the witches have been carefully dressed and dressed, standing there, the devil walks through the witch team, and if you don't speak, you are qualified. If the devil feels that a witch looks a little uncomfortable, then the witch will be called out of the queue. , This witch even lost the qualification for selection.
　　 Generally speaking, no witch will be eliminated in this category. The witches who can be promoted here are all very beautiful. Even if they look very ordinary, they will be very durable after some dressing. This selection is more like a ceremony before the selection begins.
　　 Sure enough, the Demon King Arthur walked among the witches all the way idly. He didn't mean to stop at all. When he reached the penultimate row, he still didn't let any witch lose the qualification for selection.
　　 Robben's impression of this Demon King Arthur is still good. At least in some things, Devil Arthur is more humane and kind.
　　 Suddenly, Demon King Arthur stopped and his eyes fell on a witch's face.
Robben's heart jumped, and the Demon King Arthur stood in front of Nalan. Nalan was not very good at dressing up. Before coming to the square today, he worked very hard. In the end, it turned out to be a little ugly, Bazaar. Having been busy all day long, they didn't seem to be very proficient in these cosmetics. In the end, the two had to wash their faces with clean water, and they did nothing. But at this time, Fei hasn't woken up yet...
　　 Bazaar was standing in the first row and had already passed the selection of the Demon King. Robben did not expect Demon King Arthur to stop in front of Nalan.
　　 The witches around are all nervous. I wonder if there will be witches eliminated in the first selection today? If so, don't be yourself.
　　Nalan was not nervous, seeing Demon King Arthur standing in front of him, his eyes fell on him, but frowned, even a bit of hatred appeared in his eyes.
　　 The Devil King Arthur looked at Nalan quietly, without seeing what he was thinking.
　　 This pair of relationship is like a father and daughter without any blood relationship looking at each other, for a long time...
　　 Finally, Demon King Arthur smiled: "It's exactly the same as your mother..."
　　Nalan was surprised. Demon King Arthur had already turned around at this time and wandered away.
　　 "Damn hún..." Nalan clenched his fist tightly.
　　 The first selection finally ended with all the witches passed. The Demon King Arthur was very happy to say a few words in front of all the witches, and then left.
As soon as the Demon King Arthur left, the witches were relieved immediately.Although the first selection was almost 100% passed, it was still very nervous when it really started, and the selection was done by Lord Demon himself. .
　　Nalan didn't look very good. As soon as she left the square, she hugged Robben, buried her head and said nothing. Robben knew in his heart that when Nalan faced his father, who would never be recognized by the other party, the emotions in his heart would be very complicated, but he didn't know how to comfort Nalan...
　　 After the simple first selection, the car witches went back to eat something, and then the selection officially began.
　　 The second selection, written examination
　　Roben and the three are a bit at a loss, written exam?
　　 Among them, Robben was the most unexpected. Should I want to be the chief guard of this witch or study a few professional courses first? Written test...This one is completely unprepared on his own side. Robben really didn't come here with much hope. After all, he just wanted to see the situation first. According to time calculations, this time it will not be when Nalan takes office. .
Before coming, Robben didn't even ask about the specific selection process. Maybe Fei knew it, but Nalan and Bazaar might have been infected by a slower like Robben, and no one asked. What is the future selection project? As a result, all three people are now staring, and they are extremely surprised.
　　 "This...what is the test for the written test? Don't you know at all?" Robben asked Nalan and Bazaar hopefully.
　　Nalan shook his head very simply.
　　 Bazaar: "I don't know."
　　 Robben wiped the sweat on his head: "Well, then we can only fight empty-handed this time, you guys...work hard..."
The selection is still going on in that square. The witches each get a wooden board, an exam paper and a pen, and then sit on the floor and answer the above questions. As soon as the time is up, they start to collect the papers. It is no different from taking an exam. Of course... It's no different from college exams.
　　 Other unrelated people can be watched outside the court, but they can't make a sound. Robben looked at Nalan and Bazaar with some expectation. If he encountered a problem when he was in school, most of them would also be on the door. The probability of answering the right is quite high, although I don't know what the exam is. What to test, but at any rate it is about the witch, no matter how far two people can answer it, it’s right.
　　 Bazaar frowned and seemed to be thinking quite hard. Suddenly she wrote something, then she concentrated on thinking, and then wrote again, writing in this way, stop and stop, but it is not much different from the witch next to her.
　　Nalan...Nalan's words... When Robben's eyes fell on Nalan's face, sweat immediately shed.
　　Nalan looked at the test paper in her hand very curiously, and the pen for her was beside her. It seemed that she hadn't picked it up yet... just tilted her head and looked at the test paper, obviously without writing a word.
　　This...Isn't it because you want a blank roll? Robben really wanted to run over and pick up the pen to write two pens for Nalan.
　　 Just as Robben was trying to figure out a solution, Nalan made an action that made Robben faint, and saw Nalan lift up the wooden board in his hand and the empty test paper on it. Then the invigilator came over and took away Nalan's test paper.
　　Nalan stood up, patted the dust on her clothes, and walked out of the witches who were still frowning and trying to answer the paper very freely.
　　 "Nalan, you...Did you write something on the test paper?" Robben cried without tears. He didn't expect that the witch he grew up would be a blank paper. This really made him feel unfulfilled.
　　 "Hmm...no" Nalan smiled and shook his head.
　　 "You still laugh out, you don't write anything, don't you want to be eliminated?"
　　 "Huh? Why?" Nalan seemed strange.
　　"What are you asking?" Robben rolled his eyes, "A blank scroll is equal to zero, zero is equal to fail, and failing equals to be eliminated."
　　 "But... Isn't the master still a lord?" Nalan suddenly seemed to say something that didn't matter.
　　 "What does this have to do with whether I am a lord?" Robben stared.
Nalan smiled very obediently and said: "Nalan has also encountered the problem written above, but the master never deals with it. Nalan is the master's witch, so naturally he will do the same, and Nalan is not. Nothing was written. Behind every question, Nalan wrote, "Do it for others, and I have checked it over and over again. There is no question left."
　　Roben's mouth moved uncontrollably, "It turns out...that's what you think..."
　　 "Well, Nalan is the master's witch, so naturally she must be the same as her master."
　　 "Uh...then, then..." Robben has no strength to say anything. After all, he is a negative template...
　　 It seems... Nalan is hopeless this time.
　　 At the end of this written test, Bazaar drank the other witches together with the test paper, and then ran over with joy, "My lord, I'm back."
　　 Robben said hello weakly: "Ah, how is the answer? Does it feel like it can pass?"
　　 Bazaar nodded very confidently: "It should be no problem, it is not too difficult. When I was in Morro City, the situation encountered was more complicated than this."
After all, it’s good to exercise. In ten years, Bazaar has also accumulated a lot of experience in Morro City, but Nalan has always been walking around by his side, and his experience has increased a lot, but for some Things are totally ignorant.
This is the end of the selection of Jiantian. All the test papers are collected and reviewed by a special person. The next selection will be carried out tomorrow. Robben is not careless this time, so Nalan and Bazaar will go back to take care of Fei first, and he will run to the magic palace. At the door, I found a witch guard, who asked in detail to understand all the procedures for the selection of the witch guard chief, and then returned.
　　 As Karanda said earlier, the selection of the witch guard chief, the selection of strength is the most important part. Tomorrow, the battle power competition will begin.
The selection of the chief guard of the witch shì is roughly divided into three criteria. The first is the handling methods and opinions of the affairs, that is, the examination of government affairs, the second, and the most important one, is the examination of strength, the third, Is loyal. As for the initial instrument selection, it can only be said to be a form.
"Bazaar, the official confrontation will begin tomorrow. I have already asked. This time it is a one-on-one unrestricted competition. Except for not being able to kill or inflict permanent severe damage on the opponent, there are no conditions for this competition. , But in previous competitions, there have been deaths and injuries. You must be careful."
　　 Seeing Robben instructing herself very seriously, Bazaar nodded solemnly, but seeing that Robben only said to herself, she couldn't help but feel a little strange, and her eyes naturally fell on Nalan.
Robben understood what Bazaar meant, and said with a wry smile: "Nalan...she is almost a blank paper. Although there are good reasons,...the people who review the paper may not think so. We are the only witch who participated in the selection this time. You should be the only one left."
　　 "The master is saying... Am I going to be eliminated?" After hearing Robben's words, Nalan leaned in immediately.
　　 "If I follow the master's method, will I still be eliminated?"
　　 Robben: "…………"
　　 It seems that I need to educate Nalan more...
　　 One-on-one written test, these thousands of witches have to occupy a space that can't be taken up. There is no place like a martial arts field in the magic palace. The place of the test is in the forest behind the magic palace.
　　 In this forest, a very wide square with a stone floor has been opened up. It is said that at the beginning of the establishment, it was to quickly conduct large-scale competitions.
Signs have been erected around the square, all the witches’ names are on it, and there are numbers behind the witch’s name. After the witches see their number, go to the other side of the square to see who their opponent is. And in which match is arranged for the competition, the huge arrangement is at the other end of the square than the tree diagram of the competition.
　　 Luo Ben is trying his best to search for Bazaar among countless witches' dense names. Suddenly Nalan next to him said: "Master, I am No. 573."
　　Roben nodded: "Well, you go to the other side to see who your opponent is, and when to arrange the competition,"
　　 "Oh, I'm going now." Nalan replied, and immediately lifted her foot and left.
　　 Robben was taken aback at this time, and quickly turned around and grabbed Nalan's hand: "Wait Nalan, what did you say? You... is the number five hundred and seventy-three?"
"Yes." Nalan looked at Robben a little strangely, "Master, what's wrong with you, look, the fifth name in the fourteenth row is me." Nalan raised his finger to the huge sign in front of him. .
　　 Robben turned his head and looked for the location that Nalan said. As expected, Nalan's name was clearly written on it, and the number behind it was indeed 573.
　　 "My lord, my name is nine hundred and eighty." At this time Bazaar also found her name.
　　 Robben is not listening to what Bazaar is saying now, but looking at Nalan with his head turned a little, could it be...Can you pass a blank scroll?
　　 "Master, what's the matter with you? Now we should go and see our schedule." Although Robben was a little surprised, Nalan was obviously very happy.
　　 "The master is really worried, let me just say, I answered like the master, how could I be eliminated? Look, my number is still in front of the Bazaar. It must have passed the review earlier than the Bazaar."
Robben is sweating, and this number should also be a random bsp; "My lord, I asked a friend here yesterday. It seems that the last written test does not affect this power showdown. The purpose of the test is just to see the witches. The situation, and then we can focus on the training of xìng, so that the instructors at that time will know.
　　It turned out to be like this...Roben smiled bitterly. If Nalan is selected as the candidate of the head of the guard, then it must be the focus of the education of those instructors...
　　 The area of ​​the square built in the forest is very large, which can accommodate hundreds of witches at the same time to fight each other without hindering each other, and the selection process is quick.
　　 This is the first time Robben has seen these superior witches fight one-on-one.
　　 How do you say, Robben felt a little frightened when he saw it.
The main attack power of the witches is reflected in spiritual magic, and the broken blades and long whips that almost every witch carries are just auxiliary weapons. When these witches with hundreds of years of warrior age stand in front of each other one-on-one At that time, the fight seemed extremely fierce.
Luo instinctively felt the spirit of jīdang scattered in the entire square, and the witches continued to perform close U-strokes relying on the weapons in their hands.At the same time, the eyes of each witch were flickering, and many witches They were all fine the moment before, even chasing the opponent, but the next moment they suddenly softened and fell down. It was defeated in the ongoing confrontation of spiritual magic.
When encountering opponents with equal mental power and no one can do nothing, the combat power of the body becomes the main weapon. The witches who have only learned the killing skills fight close, and the sharp flash of the knife and whip is almost deadly. Robben doubted that there would be no death in such a competition.
　　 After being injured here, it is estimated that it will take a long time to recover.
　　 Although Bazaar’s number is behind Nalan, it is the first to play. Robben and Nalan both ran to the Bazaar’s competition venue to cheer for Bazaar.
　　 Bazaar’s opponent is obviously an extremely experienced witch warrior. When he usually stops, he faintly carries a sense of vicissitudes of time.
　　 "You are Bazaar. I heard your name when you were fighting in the square." Bazaar's opponent looked at Bazaar with no hostility in his eyes, but spoke first.
　　 The other party looks very kind, and Bazaar is not so cold, and when they see it as his predecessor, Bazaar smiled embarrassedly: "We were a little impulsive that day, I'm really embarrassed."
"Hehe, I'm just under one hundred and fifty years old, and I'm standing here. I don't know whether I should praise you or blame you. The selection of the chief guard is completely different from the evaluation of the witch. All of them here are quite powerful. The witches of this world are different from those who have just walked out of the training camp and have not even mastered the basic skills."
　　 Bazaar heard the contempt in the other party's words, and she couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, but the other party's words were more sincere, and there was no irony at all, and she didn't have a good face.
　　 "This...hehe, who knows, there was a fight that day, and it feels like it's not much difference..."
　　 Bazaar’s opponent sighed: "No, this is completely different, because there is one condition that you don’t have, but we do have. Do you know who it is?"
　　"This...probably..."
　　 Bazaar was thinking about speaking, her face suddenly changed, a silver light burst, and the harsh metal crushing sound had begun to ravage Bazaar’s ears.
　　 The witch who was still speaking calmly just now came to Bazaar with a cold face, and the broken blade in her hand accurately pierced Bazaar's heart. If Bazaar reacted a little bit earlier, she would definitely be killed.
　　 The blade is deeply engraved on Bazaar’s rapier sword, and one or two sparks popped out from time to time. Bazaar’s cold sweat, which was just a cut.
　　 With a soft drink, Bazaar kicked it out, but before that, the witch had floated and then retreated, falling steadily to a place a dozen steps away from Bazaar.
　　 "Hehe, do you understand now? The gap between us..."
　　 Bazaar’s eyes flashed coldly: "I haven't seen how much better you are than me? The sneak attack was unsuccessful, and you are considered an idiot."
"Hehe... really stubborn girl. If you are an experienced witch, you won't give your opponent a chance to attack yourself. Moreover, we are still facing each other. I just have a few words to let you relax your vigilance temporarily. Now, I don’t have much experience with the enemy, and now I’m getting angry again, even my mentality is wrong."
　　 "I don't want to listen to your preaching, please come if you have the ability"
The witch shook her head: "I didn't expect that I would have to fight a guy who just walked out of the training camp. There is so much experience between you and me. There is no suspense in this competition. How about? Don’t give up directly. In that case, you don’t need to be injured."
"Joke" Bazaar did not dare to be careless, guarding the rapier in front of her, her eyes rolling lightly, "I'm standing here, but I'm here to fight for victory, and...my adults are also looking at me, and if you admit defeat , But going back will be punished"
　　 "Let a witch like you participate in the selection, it seems that the adult in your family is not smart either"
　　 Bazaar could not help being furious: "Do you dare to slander adults"
Robben was outside the court. Although the sound in the square was noisy and his spirits collided, he could still hear the conversation between Bazaar and her opponent more clearly. When he heard this, he immediately frowned, "Bazaar again. In the calculation"
"Flaws" suddenly, the gloomy light in the eyes of the witch opposite Bazaar soared a little, and with a soft drink, the long whip snake in her hand rolled towards Bazaar, and the distance of more than ten steps passed in an instant. Bazaar reacted, the black long whip had been wrapped around his wrist, and he was strangling the bones desperately.
　　 This involuntarily made the sweat bead on Harper’s forehead one after another, and the hand holding the rapier immediately lost his intuition.
"Look, this is the gap, I have already calculated it once with words, but you haven't learned the lesson yet. Hearing some irritating words from me, there was an emotional movement immediately. If I hadn't used the mental retardation magic just now , But directly impact your sea of ​​consciousness, I am afraid you have fallen down now."
　　 Bazaar’s face was full of pain. Just now, a flaw was caught by his opponent, and he was hit by the mental retardation magic, and his reaction was slow by three points, and it turned out to be like this.
　　 "Dang Cang", Bazaar's unintuitive hand could no longer hold things, and the rapier fell to the ground.
　　 "Give up...I don't want to be too embarrassed by such a young junior. If you don't mind you, you won't be able to be a fighter anymore."
The severe pain from the wrist caused Bazaar to tremble slightly. She raised her head fiercely. Bazaar's face was a little pale, but she stubbornly smiled: "You still want to shake me with your mind attack, right? "
　　 gritted her teeth, Bazaar yelled fiercely, the arm pulled by the long whip had already returned, the tight long whip suddenly loosened and bounced back.
　　Bazaar, who was free from the bondage, paid a heavy price. The broken wrist bone that had been strangled by the long whip just broke, and the whole wrist was torn off...
No matter how blood splashed from the broken wrist, Bazaar's toe was picked up, and the thin sword that fell on the ground was kicked directly, and it followed the long whip like a sharp arrow to attack like the witch, while the light in the eyes rolled, Two hands have already drawn a magic circle in front of him quickly.
Bazaar’s opponent didn’t expect that Bazaar would choose such a brutal style of play. If one hand said no, just don’t need it. After a dazed effort, the slender sword had pierced in front of his eyes, and the long whip shook fiercely. , The accurate u of the whip body was on the long sword, and the fierce force directly beat the rapier into two knots.
　　 The face of this witch is a little ugly. Although the rapier was shot down in time just now, the point of the sword after it broke two knots still hit her shoulder reluctantly.
"Since you are so persistent, don't blame me." The witch looked at her shoulder, and her anger surged. She was actually injured in her shoulder by a generation who had only been out of the training camp for 20 years. With a little accuracy, it might be stuck in your heart or neck.
　　 just wanted to do something, the witch was suddenly surprised again, this time because of the magic that Bazaar was moving.
　　 The witch who was competing in the vicinity of Bazaar had already noticed, and all retreated to the distance, looking at Bazaar in astonishment.
　　 "You... are you crazy?" Bazaar's opponent couldn't help yelling.
Bazaar’s face now shows a little madness: "Yes, I am crazy and lost my hand, and my road of warrior has come to an end. This competition is my last battle as a warrior or you give up or... …" As he spoke, the small magic circle in front of Bazaar had already been released.
　　 "Don't Bazaar" Nalan's eyes flashed with horror: "The master will... Um..."
　　The words did not continue. Nalan, who quickly stepped forward, had her mouth covered by someone behind her back, and took off again.
Robben leaned into Nalan’s ear and said, "Don’t worry, Harper’s is okay. How can she do stupid things when she is smart? Let’s just watch." After that, Robben let go and covered Nalan’s mouth. hand. "
　　The magic that Bazaar uses now is a magic that witches can only use once in their lives-self-destruct
　　 The power of inducing the magic of the whole body to explode is quite amazing. This is also an important value of the witch as a warrior. Often a witch who has lived for a long time can cause extremely amazing destructive power. The reason is this self-explosive magic.
"No one will benefit from this, and neither will your adult." Bazaar's opponent was nervous. Even a witch who just came out of the training camp, the power of self-destruction is extraordinary. If you retreat too far, you will lose, but if you don’t retreat immediately, you must be unable to retreat at this distance.
　　 At this time, even the referee ran away far away, and the feeling of being exploded by the witch must be uncomfortable.
"Now, it's not the time for me to consider those. Now you give up." Bazaar stared at the witch in front of him, her eyes were like a hungry wolf, and a black light in her hand was slowly flowing, only to the end. With a little mental traction, this magic is about to move.
　　 The witch on the opposite side couldn’t help but slowly left sweat, and she put a bit of determination on Nalan’s face. When her fingers started to move, the witch said loudly: "Well, I give up, you win."
　　 said, the witch slowly backed away: "It's just a pity that once this magic starts, it can't be stopped. Bazaar, your death is actually worthless."
　　 "Referee, did I win?" Bazaar turned her head suddenly and shouted at the referee who was hiding far away.
　　 The referee is now afraid that Bazaar will come over, and hurriedly shouted: "Yes...you won now...now you go to a little open space"
　　 Bazaar smiled, and suddenly a relaxed look appeared on his face: "Which is so troublesome, it's not enough here."
As soon as 　　 said these words, everyone's complexion changed, and they immediately retreated far away, while the witch opposite the Bazaar had already flew back.
　　 "Walking away in such a hurry? I haven't given you a gift for attacking me."
　　 The faintly shining black light on Bazaar disappeared instantly...
　　 All those who followed Harper’s every move were taken aback. This light was a sign that magic was about to move, how...how did it disappear? Once the witch blew herself up, it was irreversible.
　　"Explosion"
　　 Bazaar suddenly yelled, and the black light on her hand exploded suddenly. When everyone heard this loud shout, they all instinctively shrank back.
　　 The witch who was flying away suddenly had a warning sign in her heart. She instantly understood what was going on, and she couldn't help but a bang in her mind: it was counted.
　　"Boom"
　　 Accompanied by a dazzling fire, a violent explosion sounded not too far in front of Bazaar. This is the location of the witch. At this time, Bazaar had already been lying on the ground to avoid the strong impact.
　　Everyone present is extremely different, why...why did that Harper’s opponent explode instead? A figure shot out from the thick flames of smoke and dust, and fell directly to the ground, rolled a few laps, and stopped moving. It was the Bazaar's opponent who was now completely black and fainted.
　　 Bazaar endured the pain and stood up, hehe smiled and said: "It's not in vain that I gave a hand, the power is really good"
　　 "It's really bad for you to come up with such a way. If you pull your entire arm down together, then maybe you can't say so much, and you have passed out..." A voice came from behind Bazaar.
　　 Bazaar immediately turned her head: "My lord, I won"
　　 "What do you do next if you beat you big-headed ghost?" There was no smile on Robben's face, and a violent shudder knocked on Bazaar's forehead.
　　 "It hurts... It hurts..." Bazaar's face showed pain again.
"Master, Bazaar looks like this, so don't blame her." Nalan caught up and quickly pulled Bazaar's broken wrist, quickly using magic to stop her bleeding, from the broken wrist to the present, on the ground A lot of blood has been shed.
　　 Robben shook his head helplessly, looked at Bazaar reproachfully and said: "Don't use such tricks in the future, it is very dangerous."
Bazaar’s apologetic head: "My lord, I’m so sorry. As soon as I do it, I will find that I am really not the opponent of this witch, but I don’t want to lose in the first game...so..." At this point, Bazaar was physically alive. Shaking and falling down.
　　 "Bazaar" Nalan screamed and supported her.
"It's okay, the blood is flowing a bit more, and I should faint...One will come more than one, really..." Robben sighed, "Let's go, go back and heal her first, the next selection seems Bazaar can't participate anymore."
　　Roben and the three left in the amazement of everyone in the square. After that, everyone's attention shifted to the witch who was blown out by Bazaar.
　　 "It's the broken hand"
　　While raising the witch to the unit price, a witch noticed the whip on the ground that had been blown up to the point, and suddenly thought of something.
　　 The people around were taken aback, and then they understood, but at the same time their expressions became very strange.
Bazaar’s strategy is very dangerous, because the self-explosion magic is genuine. If the brain suddenly fails, or the hand shakes a little, it may really explode now, but what Bazaar really wants to explode is not his own body, and It was the severed hand that had already come a distance from himself.
The severed hand was tightly squeezed on the witch's whip, the target was very good, and after shooting down her long sword, she found that she was releasing the self-detonation magic, and the witch ignored that watch as Bazaar thought. It seems that it has no meaning to cut off his hand.
In the end, Bazaar used the broken hand as a guide to activate her own self-explosion magic, and because it was only one hand, its power was very limited.The witch was only stunned by the blow, otherwise the distance would be so close. There is no scum left.
　　"But...Is that witch already able to use self-explosion magic so skillfully? It seems...I have never heard of anyone who can control self-explosion magic so freely, besides...Is it dangerous to practice this?"
　　 "I have never heard of anyone who would use this magic like this. Once he explodes, no witch can survive."
　　 "Is that witch a monster?"
　　 "She broke her hand, what should I do in the future? Not to mention her combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, but she also has characteristics that cannot be concealed. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
　　 "Hey, the amazing witch here, it seems that this is the end..."
　　 Harper’s Bazaar performed a wonderful play. Whether it was the witch, the referee, or the people watching in the square, it was full of discussions.
　　 While in Robben’s VIP apartment, Bazaar was lying on G with a pale face, Nalan was releasing some healing magic for her, and Robben was carefully examining her injuries.
　　 "It seems nothing. The witch did not cause any harm to Bazaar in spiritual magic. It seems that Bazaar is underestimated. As long as the severed hand is cured, Bazaar will be fine."
Nalan listened to the results of Robben’s examination, and patted ngfu with confidence: "Bazaar suddenly used a self-explosion, which scared me to death. This crazy woman, wait until I wake up to see how I clean up. she was."
　　 "Uh...Sister Nalan, I am the wounded..." Nalan was cruelly here, but Bazaar woke up quietly.
　　 Robben immediately lowered his face: "You also know that this will hurt you?"
　　 "Sorry...sir" Bazaar was a little weak when she spoke.
　　 "I don't see that you are sorry, do you think that if you can't die anyway, someone will heal yourself and lose a hand?"
　　 "Uh...yes..." Bazaar smiled happily.
　　 Luo Ben is really angry and funny: "Forget it, heal the injury first, and then clean up you"
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