Chapter 402: New lower limit of brain damage

Feather arrows can't penetrate the hot wall of fire, it doesn't mean that I will feel comfortable in it.
If it hadn't been for the blade to resist the flame falcon's impulse, now my hair would have been burnt clean, and I would be treated like a pig singeing.
The large amount of magic carried by the Flame Falcon finally slowly weakened, and the scorching sensation from it also slowly faded at the same time. This was the performance after the magic was exhausted.
It's just that the magician in front of me is still holding his magic wand to me, and the second flame falcon on the wand's head has already taken shape. It seems that she intends to use this trick to consume me here!
At the moment, there are only two feasible methods. The first is to capture the annoying young archer as a hostage to make her attack aimless. The second is to forcibly break through the arrows and approach the magician as quickly as possible. And cut off her magic wand with the most violent means.
The magic wand is the medium used by the magician to condense large-scale magic. When it destroys the magic wand, she can only release the most common magic missiles. In terms of my current defense and resilience, it is at most painful and traumatic. It may not be possible.
Think about the reason why I was attacked this time, that is, I want to go to the cafeteria to eat food, and then look at the current situation, I feel sad in an instant.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help sighing, and while resisting the Lianzhu Arrow, I began to think about how to deal with it.
The first method is the most effective and the most convenient, but it is a bit despicable, especially when the thought of capturing the annoying young archer as a hostage makes the whole person feel nauseous of swallowing a toad.
I don't blame me for feeling this way, it's that your young man gave me a bad first impression.
So, I forcibly decided to try the second method.
While using the straight sword to block the seventh feather arrow, I moved, my feet hit the ground hard, and slammed out. I felt like I had turned into a cheetah as swift.
At the same time, my eyes were fixed on the expression of the magician. From her frowning brows and shrinking pupils, I could perceive that she was nervous.
Maybe it was because she had rarely encountered this situation in the past, or she thought it would be too late if she didn't do it.
In short, when I was about four meters away from her, on the head of the magic wand, the unformed flame falcon was released, flapping a pair of wings that were several sizes smaller, and hitting me.
Head-to-head with Harold, I might lose, but if it collides with a flame falcon that is incomplete, I can still win with ease.
As for the remaining 20%, my clothes were burned to 10%, and my hair was scorched.
I held my breath and concentrated, with my strength in my hand, the blade of the blade outwards, slashed out sharply, and invariably let out a soft drink: "Broken!"
call!
After a blast, the flame falcon rushed forward. From the middle position, a thin slit with flames opened out. The remaining force remained unabated. It rubbed my shoulders and slammed into the past. , And made an unnoticeable explosion sound.
The female magician who was less than two meters apart, the magic wand in her hand was also divided into two parts from the middle position. One part was still firmly held in her hand, and the other part fell to the ground with only a light sound. ring.
Looking at her expression, there was horror in astonishment, and there was still confusion in disbelief.
Especially when she looked at the half of the magic wand in her hand, her heartache and lingering complaints were released wantonly, and her eyes looked at me with a complex smell.
However, I just glanced at it, because, not far away, the young archer that disgusted me was shooting at me regardless of occasion.
"It's really worthless. Your teacher hasn't taught you. Do you know how to stop?"
I muttered, the whole person turned into a cheetah again (I think), and rushed towards the young archer.
Before, I focused most of my attention on the female magician, so I didn’t care about him. Now, when I took time out, he was still endless. This is a typical nose kicking, which requires severe Great education!
Most of the feather arrows he shot didn't hurt me. With a single swing of the knife, he blocked all the arrows. In the blink of an eye, I was less than two meters away from him.
Throw your hands, swing your knives, chop and slash, all in one go!
The powerful bow that looked very impressive, after the blade was slashed, silently split into two pieces.
The arched young man had an expression of consternation on his face. After a few seconds, his legs began to tremble, and then he sat down on the ground, his whole body began to tremble.
How come all the adventurers with a little bit of brainlessness have been encountered recently?
Either they were arrogant when they didn’t agree with each other, or they started to do things when they didn’t agree with each other. After being abused, all of them looked like a lamb who had been rounded, as if they had suffered so much wrong, so much insult, and so much torture. of.
I really want to point to his face and say to him: I tell you, I have no wicked taste, otherwise, it’s just your expression, this attitude, you will be bound, dripped, hanged, and beaten. Don't give up if you break it!
However, I did not say it.
Around a circle of rookie adventurers about my age, they watched from afar with trembling. Not far away, there was a beautiful magician who was about the same age as Yula, staring at me with complicated eyes, and at the same time being caught by these two strands like searchlights. I was really ashamed to speak under the eyes of.
At this moment, from a distance, I saw two familiar figures approaching-Harold and Yura.
The two of them walked very fast. They didn't have much meeting, and they came to the front. First they looked at the surrounding scenes, and asked me a little helplessly: "You did all this?"
"Yes, president!" Seeing Harold coming, the man sitting on the ground had the strength to get up from the ground and complained first: "Yes, he did it. Captain Yuffi was also injured by him!"
Yula's face was strange, a bit funny, and a bit helpless. She looked at me first, then at Captain Yuffi who was not far away, sighed, walked over, and greeted in a low voice. I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, I just want to see how Harold solves this matter.
Harold looked unhappy, he was silent a little, and said to the young man: "Morris, do you know who he is?"
"He..." Morris had a dumb expression on his face, his mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound. After a while, he said, "Who is he?"
With these three words alone, this man named Morris has refreshed the bottom line of the brain damage world.
Meow didn't understand it, so he asked Harold who I am, isn't this sick?
This guy won't be someone on it, otherwise Harold would close his eyes and cover his ears, and he wouldn't allow such characters to enter his guild!
This is not to strengthen one's own strength at all, it is completely a humanoid scourge!
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