Chapter 257: White Fox under the snow

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The ice magician stood quietly watching on the three-dimensional ice cube. Suddenly there were several cracks in the hard ice crack under his feet, and then Jack rushed out of the ice crack. The ice warlock and his guard made a move at the same time, blasting him away, and freezing him again: "I know this ice won't stop you, but now you die!"
Jack, who turned into an ice crib, was still flying down, but a dozen strong and stable ice shuttles had been stabbed behind him. Seeing it, I wanted to bump into it, and Jack's magic moved again. The crazy and filthy nematode broke the ice that sealed him, and quickly formed a rope, which was caught on the ice spike behind him.
The ice magician looked at him coldly: "You came out like this under the ice, too, a good guy. Worthless Warcraft, it's not useless at all, it's more powerful than I thought."
Jack looked back at each other as well, but said nothing.
At this moment, the mage of Caterpillar came in two of them: "Head, Jack!"
The ice warrior saw displeasure on his face: "...both of them were defeated? Damn it!" He glanced at Jack again: "Today's unbeaten victory, if there is a chance, next Fight again and again." After he jumped into the air, a winding ice band formed at his feet, and he recovered his guard and ran away.
Carter ran over: "Boss, why don't you chase it?"
"What to chase?" Jack jumped from the icicle and knelt to the ground. "Don't chase, we didn't have time to delay the effort, and quickly rescued Sando from leaving here. If the ice childish evil guy could not live here. It's not good to fight. Hey, what about Bertha?"
"Baisha was seriously injured, she asked me to come to see you first. She didn't want to drag us back, and went back to the tavern." Carter asked with concern: "Head, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I can still fight." Jack scrambled hard off the ground. "We'll go quickly and go to the office building in Cronstone."
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Over the Danluer castle, the difficult battle has been fought for a long time. Half of the leather, the true knight and the red robe magician are already seriously injured.
All three stood in the air and confronted each other. They were all exhausted and were doing their final fight.
Of the three, the half-skin looks the most complete, but he was actually the most injured. He had a hard and hard shell, but his internal injuries were already very heavy, and bleeding continued in the corners of his mouth. Fighting two people of the same level, even the most powerful warrior, can't stand it.
Half of the skin looked at the red robe magician. He always wanted to kill the magician first, and then deal with the true knight who can compete with himself in melee combat, but every time he tried, he failed.
The red robe magician was the least injured inside, except that there were eight wounds and the right foot bone was completely broken, but he could still fly in the air, which did not affect the thunder magic he was best at. His head griffin can also fly in the air.
The true knight knelt on his guardian fantasy lion, his left hand was covering his right shoulder, his right arm was gone, and there was still blood on the wound, apparently just injured. He exerted a little force and wanted to grow his arms again with the regenerative power of imitation elements, but the flesh and blood only grew a little and could no longer grow: "Damn, the strength is not enough!"
Cui Shan and Ting are still standing on the wall of the castle looking coldly.
"Miss, the battle is coming to an end. Our guards have a great advantage, this battle can win." Ting said.
Cui Shan didn't speak, but just looked at the half of the skin. She knew that if he didn't die, she would have no way to live.
Half of the skin took a few deep breaths, and his sharp eyes appeared again. He had already rested, and he would go to fight after rest.
The target is still the red robe magician. This is beyond doubt. The magician is more vulnerable than the true knight. In a battle like this, how to solve the magician faster is the key, but obviously, half of the leather did not do it. I don't know whether it was because of being detained for more than ten years, or whether these two guys cooperated very well.
For the true knight, he certainly knew that the magician could not be killed, so to fight his own life, he must also stop half of the action.
"Blood lion, go up!" Half of the leather's fighting rushed back, and others shot straight at the red robe magician in front of him. His guardian blood lion also slid down and cut the road straight from another angle.
However, the snow gryphon of the red robe magician is still there, it will not let the blood lion's attack succeed. Yingming's jingling slammed down with a strong dive attack.
The red robe magician quickly backed away, and the wooden wall, ice wall, earth wall, and thunder wall stood in front of him. But he knew that these could not stop the other party at all, and could only gather all the magic power to resist.
Of course, the true knight on the other side cannot allow half of the skin and success: "Magic flow lion, hurricane!"
The roar of the magic lion, the huge flapping wings and the gleam shining from the horn on its head, the wind twisted like a rain, torn in the air irregularly.
After the blood lion collided with the snowy gryphon, he was suddenly caught in the turbulent wind, and the feathers on his body were all over the sky.
The real knight shouted, braved the pressure of the powerful fighting spirit and the tear of the wind, and rushed to the side of the half of the skin: "This is my last strength, eat my last move, Temple Fist!" With a blue and white halo left fist, he hit the back of half of the leather heavily and hit him. The twelve thunder and lightnings of the red robe magician followed him with a loud noise.
Half of the skin was beaten up and down in the air, and the plasma in his mouth spattered like rain droplets. He raised his breath to pressurize the fighting spirit, and stopped in the air. The fighting suddenly raged: "Then go Let's die!" Strongly struck by the lightning strike that fell down, the fighting was shocked, and he flew back from dozens of meters away. The solidified fighting in his hand hit the true knight's chest and directly hit him. Slammed into the brick wall of the castle.
The red robe magician shouted loudly, "Gryphon!"
His snowy griffin recovered from the vertigo of the collision, sprinted to the sky, and used his dive force again.
Half of the leather just used the fighting strength just now. It was already weak, and was hit by the body of seven or eight meters, hitting him on the ground.
The red robe magician breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted the blood lion who was about to rush out of the wind. But at this moment, half of Pei Qiang suddenly took off his strength and suddenly took off to his side. He groaned in his heart: "It's over." The big fan patted him with his big hand.
The crackling sound of ‘pop’, like the sound of watermelon crumbling. The red robe magician had no time to gather strength to resist, and the moment of paralysis caused him to lose his life.
"This guy is far from the true knight, just a waste of power."
The red robe magician died, and the snowy gryphon instantly lost a touch of spiritual contact with the owner, flew across the sky and flew to the distance, leaving no sorrow at all, and left here.
The Magic Lion did not leave because his master was not yet dead. It flew to the wall where the master crashed and guarded there.
Half of the skin turned back and stared at Cui Shan.
Ting was shocked: "How could this happen! The two of them actually..."
Cui Shan bit her lip tightly, and she didn't expect it to happen. A true knight and a red robe archer would defeat a violent warrior.
"I said, I'm going to kill everyone around Paloka!" Half of the skin fell on the blood lion and slowly flew to the wall, staring at them with big eyes.
Ting shivered straight. Although the two of them also had a little fighting ability, they were so scared that they had forgotten everything in half the skin. And even if half of the face is a dying tiger, the two of them can't beat them. Under such a fighting spirit, they can't stand a single move.
When half of the skin lifted his hand to swing it, his heart was shocked, and the pain on his body made him unable to use his strength for a while: "Temple Fist! The true knight's secret skill is really not a child's house..."
Seeing this, Cui Shan turned her heart across: "Ting."
Ting heard the hostess shouting and immediately understood. At this time, if you didn't fight, you only had to die. If you fight, you still have a chance to live. Now you waved her pink fist and started working right and left, striking on half of the skin. How to say she is also a junior knight, there is still some combat effectiveness.
Cui Shan also remembered the spell of fire magic in her heart, one by one fireball, the fire burst and spread out.
Half of the leather has been injured too much. I just tried my best to defeat the true knight and killed the red robe. Now the injury has happened. For a time, he has no strength to parry, only the beaten.
However, the flesh of the half-skin is still very arrogant, so hit him, he can hardly cause much damage except for his inability to resist.
Cui Shan's eyes were cold. She knew that if she didn't kill him at this time, it would be over when he eased a little, and shouted, "Ting, open his mouth!"
Ting's heart moved, and he jumped to the strong body of the half of the skin, pulling his teeth hard. Cui Shan also pressed her hand to his mouth, and the fire element in her hand poured into his stomach.
Half of the skin was shocked, grabbing the two of them, trying to pull them off, but it didn't make much effort.
Cui Shan finished the fire element, and immediately avoided Ting, the magic moved: "Explode!"
There was a bang, and flames erupted from half of the skin, eyes, nose, and ears, and fell to the ground without moving.
Cui Shan and Ting were sitting on the snow, staring at half of the skin. A gust of wind blew off the snowflakes and hadn't seen him for a long time.
Cui Shan couldn't help but ask: "Dead? He just died like this?"
"It should be dead." Ting was not sure. Such a powerful guy was just killed by the two of them.
Cui Shan tweeted: "You go and see."
"I'm going?" Ting pointed at himself in surprise.
"Yeah, go quickly, don't you want me to go!"
Ting had no choice but to move it carefully, step by step, and poked with his finger. When he didn't respond, he probed his neck again. Then he turned back and nodded to Cui Shan: "Dead."
Cui Shan was relieved and fell to the snow.
Ting was also laughing and suddenly froze: "What about his blood lion?"
This sentence scared Cui Shan to sit up immediately and looked around. I saw that the blood lion had fallen to the ground long ago, and the tongue sticking out had long been frozen. I didn't know when he had died.
"Is it too injured to die?" Ting asked.
Cui Shan thinks not: "It still has the strength to carry the master flying over, how can it be injured and die."
"That's...?" The two stood on the walls of Danluer's castle, and there were no other people left or right.
Only in the distance of the night, under the snow, the white fox walked quietly to the distance, and her clothes were still stained with a feather of blood lion...
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