Chapter 109: Fantasy Township ’s First Spell War

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"Qi Zhi Lin Zi three hundred 闾, Zhang Ying became yin, sweating into rain, standing next to each other, why is no one?"
This is the sixth century BC, when the sage Yan Zi was sent to Chu, he used to describe the large population of Qi.
If it is translated into modern vernacular, it means that the country of Linzi in Qi has a large population. Everyone can raise their sleeves to form clouds and cover the sun; when everyone wipes a sweat, they can form rain; the shoulders are next to the shoulders, and the heels touch the heels ... … In short, there are so many people in a mess!
Of course, this is just an art exaggeration, but Cheng Peng felt that if Yan Zi came back to life, he would laugh out loud and say, "Hey! This is the sight of our country!"
The vast expanse of the earth, even if Cheng Pengfei was in the air for more than ten meters, could not see its edge.
At this moment, the vast ground is full of players who come to watch the game.
Even on the horizon of his eyesight, he could vaguely see the silhouettes moving.
Players are not the well-trained military parade team at the festival. They cannot be arranged in a neat and dense formation. Instead, they are constantly walking and talking, which makes the already crowded ground even more noisy.
The cluttered voices merged together like a horse galloping, and the human head was heard buzzing.
Cheng Peng shook his head vigorously, and transported his true energy to block his ears. It was also because he really got a lot of energy during this time, otherwise he could n’t really use his internal force so precisely, if he had used it before, Plugging your ears and freezing your entire head by the way is a very personal suicide method.
Sure enough, after plugging his ears, the world was cleared at once.
Looking at the messy crowd, but not hearing any sound, is really a wonderful experience.
So Cheng Peng was actually interested in studying the distribution of players.
After such a study, he saw some problems:
Many of the players present are contradictory.
For example, he has seen the group of "little bugs have great ideals" that he happened to encounter in mountain roads. They guarded the uneasy Sidis in the center, and they were angry with another group of players who were at least five or six times the number of them. They were arguing. Yuan Jiumu even pulled out the long sword with lightning damage that Cheng Peng sent him. At first glance, he knew that he was very open.
On the other side, Wei Ye and He Ming were among the players dressed up by many fairy warlocks. Together with a woman with one arm and a horn and a bun, she was surrounded by groups of ghost players. On the ground, many players took out weapons and Spell Cards. If the woman's own momentum was not compelling, I was afraid that they would have already slashed their swords and cut Wei Ye into meat sauce.
In addition, he also saw two groups of puppets confronting each other; seeing large groups of players holding large swords, giant swords and other large weapons of violence surrounded by a group wearing super heavy armor, carrying far more than them The weapon is bigger and it looks like a super giant sword on the temple pillar. His face is full of anger and he doesn't know what to say.
Not only that, he also saw Wind, who was standing in the middle of a group of beautiful girls, the mask on his face had n’t known where to go for a long time, at this moment he was full of spring breeze, talking and laughing, not knowing what interesting things to say, those girls Laughing forward and back.
Cheng Peng couldn't help but send a text message: Wend, when did you start with the witch? People serve God! Don't make trouble to others!
The answer came back soon: the lovely loli with a big hat on my left and the beautiful elder sister in her red dress with a mirror on her chest are the gods of their faith.
What the hell!
Cheng Peng found that he still looked down on Wendue after all, and in less than ten days, this guy actually even soaked in the gods ...... That little girl is just fine. Wendt is not a loicn, about just It ’s just a good impression; but that red-haired woman with a hot figure and a strong aura ... Looking at her eyes and smile, I ’m afraid that there are only a few centimeters away from the "Raiders Successful".
So he gave Wind a sincere expression: hands squeezed his fists and raised his middle finger.
Then he deliberately ignored the male players who were breathing fire in the eyes of conservatively estimated thousands of people not far from Wind.
Let him die!
Continue to pay attention to the players, Cheng Peng also saw the Greek Ioria who was on the same road. This brother who is very good at burning fire is setting up a barbecue rack, using his left foot as a firewood, roasting a Golden goat now.
In front of the barbecue shelf, a white-haired boy in black is full of impatience, while a female player with no feet and no ghosts has a small meat-pickling knife in her hands, looking forward.
Cheng Peng also found Wang Hu. The guy was arguing with some guys with rabbit ears. A few seconds later, one of the tall girls in uniforms that seemed to be professional women did not know where to pull out a semi-automatic rifle. On his head.
Although he still wanted to find more interesting pictures, Cheng Peng had to take back his sight.
Because, the protagonist appeared.
There is no sun or moon, and there is enough light to illuminate. In this sky, two figures emerge.
Wearing a plain red and white witch costume is naturally a Boli Lingmeng; and the other wearing a pink gorgeous dress and bat wings is undoubtedly the vampire Remilia Srekat.
"I'm ready, can I start?" Remilia went straight to the subject as soon as she opened her mouth. "The rule you proposed is very interesting. I have been familiar with it these days, and now I am confident enough to be able to Master it well, Boli Witch, your undefeated myth will now come to an end! "
"I also hope so." Boli Lingmeng still looked indifferent, as if he did not care about the other party's threats at all, "but I think it is necessary to reiterate the rules."
Then her voice rang in the sky.
Not loud, but it overwhelmed all the noise, and clearly reached everyone's ears. Even Cheng Peng, who blocked the ears, clearly understood what she said.
"First of all, the battle should be upright, and the challenge must be clearly raised and the opponent ’s consent must be obtained before the symbolic card system can be launched."
"I know that everyone has something they want to get. These must be stated before the battle. As a bet for the battle, if you are not satisfied with the bet, you can not bet, but in any case, you can only collect the bet agreed in advance! "
"Before the war, you must state the number of Spell Cards you plan to use. Before using the Spell Cards, you must clearly declare that you must not attack them!"
"The party that has run out of runes is a failure. Of course, it is the same as the exhaustion of physical strength. The loser must surrender the bets agreed in advance, and must not be denied."
"The battle must be carried out according to the spell cards. You can't say one set and one set. If you find it difficult, design a spell card that matches your fighting habits!"
"Even if the Fuka battle is relatively safe, it is not absolutely without danger, so be sure to think twice and make a considerable consciousness!"
"Finally, because the strong might lose to the weak, you should not be ashamed or angry even if you fail, let alone get revenge!"
"The above is the rule of the Spell Card Battle!"
After saying this, Bolimeng stared at the impatient Remilia: "Do you have anything to add?"
"Then let me just say, don't forget the bet!"
"If I lose to you, I will not only stop you from covering the sky with red mist, but will also block you from hindering you monsters; and if you lose to me, you will not be allowed to launch anything that can be called The serious state of affairs of "changing!"
"Very good! Same as agreed!"
"Then look at this, this is the symbol card I am going to use."
"Why don't you see, the two sides' Ska has been agreed before the battle."
"The ceremony always has to be done, at least to set an example for the future."
After procrastinating for about ten minutes, the fight between the two finally began officially.
The first shot was Remilia, a vampire known for its powerful but rarely attacked directly, but released a charm card that resembled an Impressionist picture.
"Dark rune nightmare."
With her as the center, the ray of light suddenly spread out, completely covering the whole sky.
As the blood passed by, everyone noticed a drop in temperature, and some players who were afraid of cold even started to tremble.
For vampires, cold and blood are their allies.
With the release of this symbolic card, there were successive screams among the players.
"Eight! Eight stars!"
"Is it unclear that it was a seven-star before? Is it wrong?"
"Not everyone will be wrong!"
"What's the matter? Seven stars and eight stars are not the same thing at all!"
"Eight-star ...... This is already the highest level under the normal level of Fantasy Township, unless those few ... Do you say that Missy has been hiding strength?"
"The plot bonus! It must be the plot bonus! As a firm Miss II party member, I do not admit this assessment!"
Remilia cannot naturally ignore the players' marvels. She is facing the biggest enemy in her life, how can there be room for distraction!
Although relying on the plot or the constructed battlefield to improve her strength by one level, Remilia ’s preparation is not that much. She flapped her wings and opened the distance with the Bollinger Dream at an amazing speed, releasing The second symbol card.
"The Mountain of Prison Needles!"
The red-backed Fuka, painted with a horrific needle mountain, exploded violently, turning into needle tips with countless flashes of cold light, forming a large and mighty cloud.
Just less than half a second later, the torrential rain of the roaring needles had flooded the location of Bollinger Dream.
In the needle rain, the voice of Boli Lingmeng came.
"Body technique moves clouds and water."
The torrential rain of needles seems to be endless, pouring for at least one minute.
And when the deadly rainstorm finally stopped, everyone saw a Boli Lingmeng standing in the same place, safe and sound.
The red brilliance swirled around her, but it was already very dim and seemed to be broken at any time.
"I can't imagine you can do this!" She smiled. "This battle will look very difficult."
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