Superman's Journey

Guess?There is no need to guess at all.

Looking at the blood drop that shattered from the chain, and then looking at the teammate who had been in sight without any damage, how could the reincarnated people not realize at this time that Lincoln disappeared just now, and the target he was targeting Not any of them now, but an assassin who has been hiding his existence from the beginning to the end, wandering outside the crowd like a ghost.

If it was before, the assassin would undoubtedly be the safest, because his teammates would not be able to detect his existence, especially the enemy.

But this time, what they met was Lincoln. The ghostly disguise was useless in Lincoln's eyes. He used the assassin's method to hide himself from everyone, and then came behind the assassin. Exercising the way of others.

The assassin's superb concealment skills became the cause of his death at this time. Until the moment he fell completely, no reincarnation could see his figure, and his disappearance from the sight of his teammates made him unable to be seen. The lens of the flower edge is locked, so that the chance of resuscitation is completely lost.

But that's okay, the assassin's attack method is too monotonous, everyone has seen that his attack method is weak, even if he dies in front of everyone, Hua Yuan will not waste the opportunity on him.

As an Assassin, their attacks cannot be effective against people, and as an Assassin, they cannot hide their whereabouts in front of the enemy. When the two most important abilities have been declared invalid, Huayuan and the others will naturally not think about saving the lives of others. An insignificant person.

The assassin died, and until the moment of his death, his body was not revealed in the deep space. It can be said that he had practiced his concealment methods into his bones.

Holding the chain half hidden in the void in his hand, Lincoln stood upright, confronting the reincarnations in front of him: "Kill one, now, are you ready, you are going to kill the second one."

The mage seemed to be deeply stimulated by Lincoln's words, the expression on his face froze, and the magic power all over his body froze instantly, and forcibly recondensed the colorful clouds above his head that were about to collapse.

This is an indescribable feeling. For the first time, Lincoln saw the scene where his biological force field was broken, and the raging torrent hit his body directly, tearing away his flesh and blood.

The mage's breath became quicker, and his fingers were at two points in the air, and the magic power points combined with runes were instantly built in the air, and then the power of the elements boiled, turning into chaotic beams and bombarding Lincoln directly.

Lincoln raised the half-broken chain in his hand to look at it, and then threw it aside with a slight wave of his hand, so that it finally dissipated again: "Although it couldn't kill me, but this level of attack, It's more than enough to kill anyone else, but I didn't realize that you, a mage, are actually the strongest?"

The essence of a magician is nothing more than a variety of uses of magic power, but with such a majestic energy accumulation, it is not necessary to use spell reconstruction, because there is no spell that can reconstruct such a massive amount of energy at once.

The moment the light dissipated, flesh and blood came back to life, Lincoln looked at them and smiled: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you could actually hurt me! Yes, very good!"

The extreme torrent of energy failed to harm Lincoln, but the escaping terrifying energy fluctuations directly swept away the chain in his hand, leaving only half of the chain in his hand, which was still of different lengths.

"This, how is it possible?!" The mage looked at Lincoln who seemed to be unharmed, dumbfounded: "This, it shouldn't be."

"It's not bad."

"Try again? Energy attacks are useless to me." Lincoln smiled and stretched out his hand to catch the light beam, but the next time, the mental power that was originally just constantly probing his brain and spirit became extremely concentrated at this moment. Get real, and block his raised arm in the air for a moment.

The indescribable images were reflected in their pupils, completely submerging the world in their eyes, but just when they were shocked by this magnificent change, a pair of big hands suddenly tore the dreamy picture completely to pieces open.

The energy of the two needlepoints facing the wheat awn made the colorful cloud exude a dangerous atmosphere, but the mage didn't care about it, and suddenly controlled it and smashed it in the direction of Lincoln.

The world fell into a silent silence, and at the same time, colors so gorgeous that human eyes and words could not describe them spread sails in front of them.

Seeing the sharp and introverted light beam whizzing towards him, the mage's eyes widened, but his body could no longer move an inch, because the terrifying spiritual force released by Lincoln directly nailed him to the spot and could not move.

Slamming it down directly is the most impeccable attack with the least dead ends.

In that short moment, the seemingly harmless light beam directly hit Lincoln.

Sometimes, the more devastating an attack is, the more unpretentious it is.

Stared at by Lincoln's playful eyes, the mage's muscles tensed involuntarily, and the pores on his body began to shrink at this moment, and an indescribably dangerous feeling shrouded him, as if being stared at was something unbearable. Things that will die, but are better than death.

The energy hidden in the cells was released, and the terrifying counterattack completely extinguished the energy beam in an instant.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see the essential laws of the world's operation, and the veins of energy flow were so clear, as if zooming in and slowing down before their eyes.

The chaotic light beam whizzed through the air like a train, and after that, the figure of the mage disappeared completely.

boom!
Before the mage finished speaking, he saw Lincoln constructing the method he had used earlier in the air with exactly the same technique as himself.

Huayuan tried to revive the mage from the mirror, but in this brief gap, Lincoln looked back at the psionic master who had been using mental interference to spy on him.

The mighty pressure rushed to his brain like a tsunami.

The huge pressure increased the pressure inside her brain like the hydraulic oil of a hydraulic machine. Finally, the fragile skull could no longer bear the terrifying pressure and burst open with a bang.

And just as the body of the psychiatrist fell staggeringly, the mage had just walked out of the mirror.

Lincoln looked at the corpse on the ground, and smiled at Huayuan, who had another mirror shard pierced out of his body: "Another one died, do you still want to be resurrected?"