Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 163 Warlock
Zhao Dezhao remembered that not long ago, Jiaoyue had told him that he had taken refuge in a powerful person.

He secretly said in his heart:
"This person calls himself a Taiwei? Could it be that he is the mysterious and powerful Hong Taiwei that Jiaoyue said?"

In connection with Haoyue's sudden change of position, he became more and more sure of his guess.

The unattractive middle-aged man in front of him, who is full of bureaucratic sourness in every gesture, is probably far more powerful than he imagined.

But the strange thing is that whether it is a powerful illusion or space magic, they are already the means of the fairy family.

Using this kind of spell, at least has the strength of the earth immortal level, but it didn't cause the world here to self-destruct?

This person hides so deeply, I am afraid that the plot is too big, far beyond what I can guess.

And I actually wanted to kill him just now to take the clearance mark...

Thinking of this, and feeling the power of the magic technique personally, Zhao Dezhao's face turned pale, his back felt cold, and he felt inexplicably fearful and uneasy. not moving.

run!run now!
The farther away from this person the better!
His thoughts turned, he turned around and was about to run away, but before he could jump out, suddenly a series of stone pillars rose from the ground under his feet, blocking his way.

Zhao Dezhao turned pale in shock, and turned around quickly, trying to jump out to the right.

Suddenly someone shouted:

"Where to go!"

Thick stone pillars rose up one after another, covering Zhao Dezhao's surroundings completely, with no way to escape.

"who?"

At this moment, Zhao Dezhao panicked like a frightened bird. Seeing that he was trapped, he roared loudly, shook his sleeves, and shot out two bursting sword qi, splitting the two stone pillars in front of him, and wanted to get out of the trap.

But the moment he rushed out, a dazzling saber light swept over.

The saber intent burst out, carrying a dense cold air, as if it wanted to freeze people's blood.

It was Xiao Xiangdong.

At this time Zhao Dezhao had eaten the weight and made up his mind. He didn't care who the visitor was, he just wanted to escape.

He shot out a burst of sword energy, slightly deflecting the light of the saber, and galloped to one side without retaliation.

Xiao Xiangdong smiled coldly, pointed with his left hand, and shouted:

"Kun Gua! Dungeon!"

A huge stone pillar rose from the ground, blocking Zhao Dezhao's way again.

Xiao Xiangdong raised his saber and slashed again, the sharp blade seemed to strike lightning in mid-air, and struck towards his left rib.

And at the same time, as if it had been well-rehearsed, a tyrannical palm attack also came towards Zhao Dezhao's back.

This time, the front, back and left were blocked, so Zhao Dezhao could only run to the right.

As if he had expected it long ago, Xiao Xiangdong's sword was halfway, and the other hand squeezed the formula, and shouted:

"Li! Pyrotechnic!"

Three fireballs suddenly appeared out of thin air on the right side of Zhao Dezhao, and flew towards him. Before reaching his body, there was a wave of heat, burning his skin.

In a hurry, Zhao Dezhao stretched out his hand, and the strong wind swept across, and two fireballs bounced off, but it was too late to hit the third one.

The flame rushed up his robe sleeve and exploded violently. For a moment, the flames splashed everywhere, and his body, hair, and beard were all ignited.

Although the flames were not big, it was still extremely painful. Zhao Dezhao could only roll on the spot, extinguishing the sparks on his body, and then stood up.

At this moment, half of his beard was burned off, his hair was loose in a bun, and his clothes were torn with several holes.
Zhao Dezhao was furious in his heart, and knew that it would be difficult to get rid of the entanglement no matter what, so he stood still, posing as a white crane spreading its wings, ready to fight.

In front of him stood two young men, one with a stiff face and a human skin mask.

The other one was Xin Ziqiu.

……

not long ago.

under a big tree.

Xin Ziqiu patted Xiao Xiangdong on the shoulder and said:

"In this case, Old Xiao, let's discuss it carefully, but you have to explain to me first.

"How much skill do you have? Since you are about to step into the middle-level walker, you shouldn't only have one-handed sword skills, right?"

One of the two is a first-level walker, and the other is a quasi-middle-level walker at the peak of the third level. The difference in martial arts is not too great. Although Xin Ziqiu completed the promotion in the fourth-level world and gained far more than ordinary walkers, he has self-knowledge. The gap between Lao Xiao must be far more than that.

They are good friends, and Xin Ziqiu knows Lao Xiao very well, knowing that he is used to hiding everything in his heart, and will never reveal his depth unless he has to.

If it wasn't for this, it wouldn't have been more than a year for their dormitory partners to know Lao Xiao's family background.

And it is estimated that if Pang Zhijun's mother hadn't been ill, Lao Xiao would probably be able to hide it until graduation.

Xin Ziqiu doesn't mind these things, who doesn't have any secrets?

But since the two of them want to cooperate now, they have to ask about their strength before they can formulate the details of the plan.

Sure enough, Xiao Xiangdong nodded and said:
"What I am good at is not martial arts. The saber technique is obtained from the empowerment of the Whirling World. I just use it to hide my identity."

Xin Ziqiu was not surprised at all with an expression of "I knew it":

"Then what are you good at?"

Old Xiao blinked his eyes, sized Xin Ziqiu up, and then said:

"I am the descendant of the word 'shu', and I am good at the divination method of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, and the spells derived from hexagrams."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, gently squeezed his thumb, index finger and middle finger, and a petal formed of red flames bloomed in his hand.

"Here, this is the Li Gua, the Fire Fire Art."

While explaining, Lao Xiao flicked it lightly, and the flame petals flew out, burning a small piece of weeds on the ground.

Xin Ziqiu's eyes moved, he was surprised in his heart, and he cursed after a while:
"Old Xiao, you uncle, I thought you were close combat like me, but you turned out to be a mage!"

No wonder this kid has thin skin and tender flesh, he doesn't look like he has worked hard and practiced martial arts.

Xiao Xiangdong rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't talk about it, it's useless. I'm a secret. It's you. I wouldn't tell anyone else. How about it? I'll leave it to you. Is there any way?"

Xin Ziqiu shrugged:

"There is a way. I will be a tank to pull monsters, and you will be responsible for the output. I have a golden bell cover and Wutu Shenlei body protection. No matter how powerful Zhao Dezhao is, as long as he is not a fairy, he will definitely not be able to kill me in two or three hits, and I promise to hate Pull it firmly. Don’t you still have a trump card?”

Xiao Xiangdong punched him angrily and said:

"Are you playing "World of Warcraft" with me? Zhao Dezhao is very good. We don't have priests here to add blood, so don't get beaten to death."

Xin Ziqiu took out a ring from his bosom, put it on his hand and said:
"Don't worry, I still have treasures."

Xiao Xiangdong looked at the ring, and saw that although the ruby ​​inlaid on it was clear and pure, there was a deep bloodstain in the middle, full of evil power, his eyes lit up immediately.

……

(End of this chapter)