Vol 5 Chapter 421: Black and white into the Xuan to boost morale

Although Gongsun Bing's fist was not fast, it was powerful.
Every one of his punches seemed like Master Zhu dancing in the mud. It seemed extra laborious, but there was a strange beauty. The prey caught in the quagmire can only scream in fear, unable to struggle, until in the end, they are squeezed into a mass of plasma by the heavy pressure.
After Gongsun Bing joined the front line outside the Black Prison Castle, it quickly developed in favor of the wizards.
A five-person hunting team is on the battlefield. There are swordsmen wielding big swords and fighting hard, warriors are rushing to the sky, and there are various monsters and monsters flanking the field. Of course, more wizards choose the most traditional way. Under the blessing of the battlefield, he flipped through the book and recited the spell loudly.
The curse light was shining everywhere, and the colorful magical brilliance almost covered the light of the two suns in the sky.
The reserve wizards behind the city wall did not wait full-time. Many people assisted the wizard group at the broken wall to repeatedly release the
fire curse
to suppress the big willow that was turned into a
fire tree
by the vice-principal’s magic. The'Kotos Fire Giant' on the wall.
Even so, the giants of Kotos and Big Willow are still stubbornly reversing the spells on their bodies, and brown bark and mottled green shadows have slowly emerged under their feet—if they hadn't been suppressed by the wizards on the walls, their recovery speed would have been even greater. Faster.
In addition to the bronze armored corpse, other great wizards on the battlefield, including the two other great wizard-level senators of the Lower Moon Council, also played a great role.
Hun Bu Yu followed Gongsun Bing and entered the battlefield.
He was playing with a few chess pieces in his hand, black and white. On the way down from the tower, the ghost tribe senator threw the chess pieces in his hand, and suddenly there was a huge translucent chessboard between the world and the earth.
The chessboard was spinning under the gaze of everyone, and it grew bigger and bigger, and it enveloped a few miles in a moment.
"Who can use black and white into the mystery,
Thousands of life and death are round. "
Accompanied by the voice that I don't know if it was a spell or an emotion, the chessboard fell suddenly, covering the monsters within a few miles below, and then the soul fell into a fit, and disappeared in the chess game with those monsters.
Viewed by outsiders, the chess game is black and white. Although there is no player, the chess pieces move by themselves. If you look closely, you can see that the white chess pieces are clearly in the shape of a monster, and that each of the black chess pieces is reflected in a silent appearance, crying or laughing, or frightened or angry, or thinking about it, or Indulge in silence, so all kinds of things.
Heizi moved fast, and in just a few moments, Baizi was slaughtered several dragons by Heizi. He couldn't even escape the gaze that fell into the corner. Under the inexplicable change of the rules of the chessboard, he was eaten one by one.
When the last white piece disappeared, the black piece clattered around and disappeared in a corner of the chessboard.
The huge, translucent chessboard once again enveloped a piece of sky, and then continued to rotate and expand, putting it in and out, repeating the previous process.
The whole process did not contain the slightest smoke, but the speed of killing demons was second to none, not even inferior to the flying sword that divided thousands of cyan rays.
Different from the two predecessors.
Su Shijun originally planned to stay on the tower and cast the spell steadily.
She unfolded a large gorgeous paper, William was holding the pen holder, Milton held the inkstone and rubbed the ink, the witch patrolled the pen holder for a long time, and finally chose a small rabbit pen, soaked in ink, and drew on the paper. A big tiger with a white-fronted eye hanging down.
When the ink was closed and the pen was stopped, the tiger shook his head, then wailed, yelled to the sky, and fluttered left and right on the paper, aggressively.
The witch frowned slightly, tapping her fingers on the paper a few times.
The tiger groaned, taking small steps, Shi Shiran ran out of the drawing paper, then stopped at the witch’s feet, turned over, showing his belly, and licked his paws obediently. I’m very cute, don’t let me go to the battlefield. Stance.
Su Shijun lowered his eyelids, looked at the pen and ink in his hand, and then at the tiger that looked more like a cat at his feet. After a moment of silence, he finally shook his head and uttered a low voice:
"It's hard to paint a tiger and skin, but it's hard to paint bones.
After speaking, the witch dropped the rabbit hare, walked down the tower, took off the foxtail behind her, turned it into a big hae, dipped in the sky full of blood, and then swiped the bright sun smeared on both days. Heartily, in one fell swoop.
When he stopped writing, there was a scarlet ghost howling, struggling in the air, jumped down, fell into the swarming army of demons, and started fighting wantonly.
The witch nodded in satisfaction.
With the first evil spirit, there will be a second, a third, and a fourth. The farther to the back, the faster she draws. Later, she just dipped the blood-filled foxtail pen and flicked it in the air. Throwing out the spots of blood, the blood will automatically become a hideous evil spirit, fighting with the army of demons.
In just a short time, the witch had three thousand evil spirits and countless soldiers.
Then she drew a big drum, held the foxtail pen upside down to make drumsticks, waved her belt and hit the drum head, drums and dances together, and the momentum was uplifted. Even the wizards fighting in front of the barbican also raised their morale and vigorously. Rejuvenate.
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"What an amazing technique."
Sir Ulrich looked at the scenes in the distance with admiration, and made no secret of his regret: "The five clans of the Council under the Moon, each of which inherits ancient legends... They could have been our natural allies."
"Natural ally?"
Su Jiade clicked his chin with a hoarse voice, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction: "The world is booming, all for profit; the world is hustling, all for profit... You are so old that you still believe in the words'natural ally'. child."
"I just thought of a student I once taught, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Sir Ulrich's voice was gentle, his eyes crossed the break of the wall of the outer fort, and he seemed to see the couple confronting the vice-principal and the four deans. A big sea monster, full of nostalgia in his tone:
"That is a very good lich. Although she is very young, she has enough courage and ability... You know, she has the courage to leave the Yellow Land alone and board the Mist."
"It sounds really courageous." Su Jiade tilted his head and glanced at the Lich Instructor: "But why do you think of her at this time?"
"Looking at the outstanding young wizards opposite, I can't help but wonder how many of them can compare to my student... The wizards have wasted too many good seedlings... As long as there is proper guidance, they will eventually be among us. One member."
As he spoke, the Lich Instructor stepped forward, and the thick shadow beneath his feet spread like a dark cloud, turning into a billowing black tide in a moment, rushing towards the head of the city.
Before the outer fortress of the black prison, a green snake neighed, and people stood up, opened their mouths, and spit out a cold current, turning into an invisible dam, blocking the billowing black tide.