Chapter 497: Caster

Jiang Jiumei's long sword is the Xuanjingzong Treasure. The sword is inscribed with runes of light spells. As long as you use true energy, you can naturally release powerful light spells.
If this spell is released on the half-elf beast, it can definitely play an unexpected magical effect. However, this scribe is indeed a person with great power, and the power of the spell will be dissolved into invisible between hands. The strength of such strength is by no means comparable to the extreme realm.
At the same time, the scribe held out his other hand and shot towards the long sword stabbed by Ni Yinghong.
How good was his gaze, he could see at one glance that Ni Yinghong's martial arts practice was extremely low, but Jiang Jiumei had extremely moral practice, which gave him a high glance.
However, just as his finger was about to touch the long sword, his heart was suddenly abrupt, because he sensed a force that threatened him. Without thinking about it, his fingers shrank back like lightning, and at the same time his eyes were lucky, and he released suddenly with a fierce and fierce momentum.
He wants to crush the opponent with his powerful momentum that transcends the extreme realm, so that this woman who dares to attack him and challenges his dignity will be frightened.
However, at the next moment, he suddenly saw Ni Yinghong's eyes brightened. The spiritual power he released failed to cause any impact on her, and the sword was still stabbed without any pause.
In his heart, the scribe even felt a powerful anti-bite ability. His eyelids shook, his own spiritual will was as firm as a mountain, and he borne this anti-bite force.
But at this moment of hesitation, Ni Yinghong's sword flashed in his hand, and a chill had already invaded his body.
The scribe's body shook slightly and immediately focused on Ni Yinghong. At this time, he suddenly discovered that although the woman's martial arts realm was not worth mentioning, but her mental strength was so powerful that he also felt so disappointed.
This chill is actually the skill contained in the long sword, but the skill power that Ni Yinghong has instigated with such a strong spiritual power is far more powerful than that of Jiang Jiumei.
The scribe was caught off guard for a moment, but was frozen for a moment.
But at this moment, Jiang Jiumei, who was hiding behind Ni Yinghong, seemed to only release her skills, fluttered and came to the scribe in a flash. The long sword flew and pierced his throat mercilessly.
This sword, condensed the strength of her body, that sword light flashed quickly and ruthlessly, and showed a body of martial arts.
Such a hot hand, as if there was a deep hatred between them, made Feng Yiyuan, who was a spectator, and other people scared.
The scribe groaned, and it was simply irresistible. In the upper realm, practitioners are divided into spellcasters and martial artists. The so-called spellcasters are those who are extremely powerful in spirit and constantly release various spells. The warrior, as the name implies, is the strong man who cultivates the flesh of the body, and contends with the caster with a strong physical quality.
He had made a mistake in his original judgment. Although he found something wrong at the moment, it was difficult for him to get out of the dilemma for a while.
Seeing that sword stab, the sharp sword light made goose bumps on the skin of his throat.
The magic weapon, which the woman holds, is not only a skill equipment, but also a magic weapon!
If he was stabbed directly by this magic weapon, even he would not dare to say that he could retreat.
In a critical moment, the strong man's essence and energy instantly rose to the extreme, and his power burst out at this moment.
"boom……"
An incomparable force suddenly exploded from his Dantian. That force was so powerful that he instantly broke free of all restraints.
He raised his arm and immediately pulled out a folding fan, standing upright in front of him.
"Ding!"
Jiang Jiumei's long sword was pointed on the folding fan, but the powerful magic weapon never cut the folding fan.
Magic weapon, this folding fan turned out to be a magic weapon, and it was also one of the strange weapons. If it was based on value, it was definitely not under Jiang Jiumei's sword.
The scribe blocked the sword, and there was a faint chill in his heart. But he didn't really care about it, just thought he was careless. However, when he moved slightly and wanted to lay down his identity and take the initiative to attack, he saw that Ni Yinghong extended his Qianyuyu hand and waved towards him.
Suddenly, the airflow around him changed strangely, as if a small vortex was formed, and each vortex was instantly transformed into a wind blade. These hundreds of wind blades greeted him with a horrible roar Fly away.
Caster!
The scribe's face changed dramatically, and he finally determined that he had indeed encountered a caster.
Even in the upper realm, the number of spellcasters is extremely scarce, because the spiritual power talent is much rarer than the physical talent, and once the spiritual power is successful, it is definitely a pride-like existence. Therefore, the caster is much more popular than the warrior.
However, this is the lower realm, where the spiritual power of the world is far inferior to that of the upper realm.
Here, even if the caster has strong spiritual power, the magical power it can cause is very limited, and it can't even contend with the same level of warrior. Therefore, in many lower realms, it is basically difficult to give birth to qualified casters.
Different environments create different cultivators, no matter where they are placed, this is beyond doubt.
A huge question mark appeared in the scribe's heart.
In this world, how could someone cultivate spiritual power to such a terrible level?
Feeling the screaming wind blade, his figure flickered, and the folding fan in his hand was a series of attacks, and the wind blade was either blocked or evaded, and one by one resolved.
However, at this moment, Jiang Jiumei was rubbing herself up again, and when the sword light flashed in her hand, there was still a strong light glaring.
There was nothing in the scribe's heart, Jiang Jiumei's long sword was nothing, but the constantly flashing light skill spells made him quite afraid. At this moment, the light on Jiang Jiumei's sword was faintly visible, but the attack was not released. It was like a fierce beast ready to go. It was the most headache before the moment it really threw out.
He shifted his body while waving a folding fan.
Ni Yinghong stood still, his sword in his hand released ice skills, and the other hand continuously released the wind spells he was good at. The two complemented each other and doubled their power.
Of course, if she was the only one, the scribe would be able to kill her close even if she was injured. However, in front of her there is another Jiang Jiumei, this girl is fierce and fierce, but she has an excellent fighting talent. The long sword played an incredible magical effect in her hands, especially the light skills that would be released at any time on the sword, it was a headache.
The two figures flashed and entangled in this small area.
In the distance, Feng Yiyuan and others looked dumbfounded, and they absolutely could not have imagined such a result.
In their imagination, once this scribe took action, it would definitely be a killing in all directions, and no one could compete. Even if Ouyang Ming was able to summon the two great beasts from afar, he would have to fall into the hands of the scribe first.
However, no one had thought that Ouyang Ming didn't even show up. With the cooperation of the two women, he had already competed with the scribes.
Feng Yiyuan and Xiao Hualing glanced at each other, and they both saw the disturbing colors in each other's eyes.
How can this world suddenly become unreadable?
However, how did they know that Ni Yinghong, with the help of Ouyang Ming, directly lifted the spiritual power to the limit of this world, and along with the birds, felt the power in the wind and gave her control over the wind spells A refreshing performance.
In addition, the skill equipment that uses Wu Hanning's ability as a sample, and the Xuan Jingzong's skill tools, can greatly enhance the strength of both of them.
It is precisely due to the sum of various reasons that they are allowed to let go of a battle when facing scribes, without losing ground.
However, after all, the strength of the equipment is not self-cultivation. At the beginning of the war between the two sides, the scribes steadily stabilized ~EbookFREE.me~ successively resolved the infinite murderous opportunities of the two women. When he stood firm and became familiar with the routine of the two women, he was completely relieved.
Although Ni Yinghong's wind spells are unpredictable, the ice spells in her hands are always the same as Jiang Jiumi's light skill spells. After mastering the rules, it is not a fear.
After another fight, the scribe sneered, and suddenly said: "Two juniors, hand over things!"
In his hand, the folding fan shook a few times, and weirdly opened Jiang Jiumei's sword in his hand. Jiang Jiumei took a sip, and immediately inspired the light spells on the sword, but the scribes had already prepared, and the folding fan opened in his hand, and the fan surface of the magic weapon blocked all the spells. The face pushed forward suddenly, hitting the sword like a row of mountains.
Jiang Jiumei snorted, her figure flew back, and when she retreated, there was a hint of blood overflowing at the tiger's mouth.
Seeing that the situation is not good, Ni Yinghong released the frozen skill again.
However, the scribes who had been prepared for a while turned around diligently, avoiding the chill in a strange and unimaginable way.
It is extremely difficult to be able to evade spell attacks with your own speed and predictability. However, Ni Yinghong controlled the skill equipment after all, and the skill power above could not be easily mastered, so he found the flaw and avoided it.
Just when Ni Yinghong's face changed greatly and he wanted to release his own wind spell, he saw that the scribe's body flickered and he swooped towards himself.
The timing was just right, even if Jiang Jiumei wanted to support it, she was caught off guard.
Ni Yinghong laughed bitterly. It turned out that his sister's strength was still not enough to compete with the real strong.
She closed her eyes, but at this moment, a dog bark suddenly sounded in her ear.
"Wang!"