Chapter 1775: duel

"Old gentleman, please continue to cast the spell." Joe An urged calmly.
Thinking of Haikou, which he boasted just now, the old man's face became more ugly and exclaimed angrily: "Why do I keep urging my old man to make a move? Don't your kid only use a spell to counter it, won't you take the initiative to attack?"
"For the time being, it is enough to have this trick." Joan answered frankly. "When this trick does not work, it is not too late for me to consider taking the initiative to attack."
Qiao An dare to accept the challenge of old book father, self-confidence mainly comes from the "myth countermeasure"!
Although the opponent is a 20th-level mage, but if the spellcasting resources are really compared, Joan, the 9th-level mage, has an overwhelming advantage.
Now that you know where your strengths are, you must of course make the most of your strengths, not expose yourself to shortcomings, otherwise it wouldn’t be stupid.
Joan was so honest, and he was telling the truth, but these words fell into the ears of old books, but they were so harsh, as if every word carried a sharp sarcasm, which made him deeply embarrassed. No complacency.
"Damn the devil! From now on, my old man will get serious, and see how long you can run wild!"
The pages opened and closed, and the old book father blasted a colorful cone of light to Joan with anger!
When Joan saw the rainbow flying in the sky, he was relaxed at first, and even wanted to laugh.
The magnificent style of this 7-ring spell is too astounding, and you can guess what it is without identifying, not to mention that he just copied this spell not long ago, and he can't be familiar with it.
Three "mythical powers" were extracted in the flash, and Joan successfully countered the "rain spray" with a random wave of his hand!
What about the high cast level?
What about higher order spells?
After all, your spell slots are limited, but I have the support of "banks" behind me. I can use my spell slots to deposit and still rely on credit overdrafts. I can use up my spell slots with just one "mythical countermeasure". Call it "caucasian", "injure people with their own"!
"Wow! Little guy, I'm angry! Seriously warn you, my old man is really angry!"
Three consecutive shots, all used the same move against the opponent, the old book father shivered with anger, the book binding line is about to crack.
"You wait! Stinky boy, you wait for me! Let you know the consequences of angering my old man!"
The old man of the ancient book forbeared his anger and focused on the spell. The open pages exuded a chill, condensed into an ice crystal lens in the air, compressing the cold magic of the entire 20 energy levels to the limit, and focusing through the lens, turning it into a beam of cold light. Blue and white rays, directed at Joan!
This spell Joan witnessed for the first time. In a hurry, he could only identify a certain ice spell of the "plastic energy school", with an energy level of about 8!
In fact, after recognizing this information, you can try to carry out a "mythical countermeasure". However, Joan feels that this is not necessary. Anyway, there is a spirit collar in his body. All ice spells, no matter how high the level, he does not need to ignore it.
With a snort, the strongest ice spell "Extreme Cold Ray" below the 9th ring hit Joan's chest, only a small piece of frost condensed on the surface of the robe, and the rest of the magic was absorbed by the "Essence Collar", even his hair. Not hurt.
Old Book Father stared staringly at the collar around Joan's neck, and his face became strangely weird, as if thinking about something.
"That collar... strange, I remember that I can only resist minor cold damage. How can I stop the 20-level "Extreme Cold Ray"? Is my memory really bad?"
Joan listened to his own words, and wanted to tell him that the spirit collar had undergone two co-harmonys, which greatly enhanced its power and was immune to all cold damage.
However, in a flash, he dismissed this irrational thought. After all, the duel is not over. How can he actively show his opponent his opponent's cards.
Qiao An sees that the old book father is still thinking hard, and I don’t know how long it will take to understand. I simply don’t bother to wait, inspiring the
Giant Transformation
that comes with the
Essence Collar
, from human to nine troll forms, leaving One head is dedicated to countering the old man's spell, and the remaining eight heads chant the same mantra as if they were singing a chorus.
The old book father finally recovered, and looked at the young master with a big change in surprise.
"Huh? What is your kid trying to become a ghost?"
"Old man, please be careful, I will launch a counterattack."
Joan issued a warning with that free head, while the remaining nine heads chanted a mantra spelling "elite field" at the same time.
"Vala!"
Joan cast "Magic Missiles" with eight heads at the same time. Forty missiles, like a purple bee in a nest, roared to the old book father.
The old man's face changed greatly, and he immediately rushed to "shield" to block the magic missiles that were tracked one after another!
It was not easy for him to stop the storm-like offensive here, and Joan had completed a new round of spell-casting.
This time, he used the "power of myth" to cooperate with the "power of magic" to display the "mythical missile" he developed. Forty "strong mythical missiles" penetrated the old man’s magic shield and hit him in succession. , Forcing him to close the dragonskin case to avoid tearing the fragile pages of the "mythical missile".
Stood through a round of mythical bombing storms, before the old book father took a breath, he realized that Joan was preparing a new round of missile volleys, and he couldn't help but be amazed where this little mage had so many spells. Bit, as if inexhaustible.
The old man's body is an ancient book, and the fragile paper can't withstand the second wave of mythical missile cluster bombing, hurriedly chanting mantras, and used a life-saving spell.
While performing a "multi-headed spellcasting", Joan always kept a head to watch the old book father's move. When the other party just started casting a spell, Joan noticed a familiar distortion in the magic network distributed in the surrounding space, and the time flow rate seemed to be Is slowing down.
He had experienced this strange feeling not long ago, and he was deeply impressed. He immediately guessed that the old book father would cast the 9-ring spell "Time Still"!
"Come on!"
Joan inspires five "mythical powers" in one breath, and robs the ancient book father before he casts his spells.
Another perfect "mythological countermeasure" makes "time still" stillborn.
The old book father was tormented by his "one stroke of freshness", and he endured the urge to spit blood and shouted: "Shut up! Daddy, I've had enough!"
"Sir, do you mean... I have passed your test?" Joanne asked in surprise.
"Passed! Passed!" Gu Dad grumbled angrily, "Where is this still I test you? Obviously you are testing my old man! After so much tossing, my old bones are afraid that you kid will live It's shattered! The gods are here, how can there be such a pervert in the world, it's terrible!"
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