Versatile Mage: Are you going to let me play in the National Championship?

Chapter 117 Holy Judgment! ! !

"Die!"

In the sky above, the middle-aged man's eyes were extremely fierce, and his body ignited with a burst of green aura. The green aura instantly enveloped the middle-aged man's body.

This is obviously a very special poison method.

In the mist-shrouded sky, the snow-white clouds corroded into gas the moment they came into contact with the green air.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the green gas condensed in his hand suddenly released a large area.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a green wave with a height of 100 meters fell from the sky, like a massive sulfuric acid rain falling towards Song Yaoguang's position.

Looking at this green wave, Song Yaoguang took a deep breath.

I saw that the clouds and mist in front of me disappeared instantly under the corrosion of this green wave.

As the green wave approached, Song Yaoguang felt as if all the water in his body had evaporated under the influence of the approach of this huge wave!

You must not be hit, otherwise your body will turn into a mummy!

Having made up his mind, Song Yaoguang decisively used his mind power to speed up.

The whole body was like a bullet, falling in a straight direction toward an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The green wave behind him looked extremely abrupt under the blue sky.

Whether it is clouds or wind, they are all swallowed up by this green wave.

With such a wide range, Song Yaoguang knew that it would be difficult to avoid, so he activated the teleportation movement without any hesitation.

With one hand, he pinched it, and the silver thread wrapped his body, and in the blink of an eye the whole body disappeared.

The moment he disappeared, thunder suddenly sounded in the sky above the middle-aged man!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~"

A huge, extremely white thunderbolt, like a flawless white dragon, fell on top of the middle-aged man at lightning speed.

The white electric light hit his face, and the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, his hands suddenly raised, and his clothes instantly expanded under the influence of the power of thought. The invisible power of thought was driving the surrounding air, forming a pattern in front of the middle-aged man. A huge space barrier was formed.

And at this moment, the giant white dragon with a diameter of more than ten meters and a width fiercely poured down towards the middle-aged man.

The electric dragon and the space shield were intertwined with each other.

But the middle-aged man's spatial attainments were obviously very high, and the white thunder and lightning seemed to hit a sharp blade.

The lightning, which was ten meters in diameter, was instantly split into two halves by the defense formed by its telekinesis!

The middle-aged man's heart trembled, and veins popped out on his forehead.

He did not expect that this person's high-level Nirvana Death Light could be so powerful.

Is this the thunder and lightning blessed by the divine seal? It is indeed extraordinary.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, waved his big hand violently, and the surrounding space suddenly trembled.

Under the urging of the middle-aged man, his telekinesis quickly dispersed the thunder and lightning in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Song Yaoguang escape.

You must know that your spiritual realm has reached the late stage of the Seventh Realm, so killing this person is naturally more than enough.

The middle-aged man did not hesitate at all, and the spatial perception in his mind instantly explored the surrounding sky.

Within a few seconds, Song Yaoguang's position was quickly locked.

Today, you can't run away!

Tangmen, mansion.

"Brother, is it really possible this time? It seems that none of the troops sent last time survived."

A young man said with an ugly expression.

The man in the tunic suit who was leading him sneered when he heard this and said: "Not only is it okay, I can also catch you alive."

As he spoke, he looked upward.

This time he sent the top ten killers on the Mysterious Ranking, which was already a hunting king level. Even if that person is also a super mage, it is impossible to escape from his hands.

"That's good, brother. It seems that the secrets in the tomb will eventually belong to our lineage."

The young man laughed.

"This is natural. The Tang Sect has been dormant in the imperial capital for many years, but it has never been able to rank as the fourth largest family. As long as we master the secrets in the tomb this time, I think the fourth largest family will not be too far away!"

Above the atmosphere, Song Yaoguang was wrapped in an invisible air shield. His speed was also very fast. In almost the blink of an eye, the background behind him changed again and again.

Song Yaoguang looked at the compass in his hand. His current direction was the Parthenon and he would pass through the Alps along the way.

While he was thinking, suddenly the space around him began to beat violently.

not good! ?

Song Yaoguang was startled and stopped suddenly towards him almost as a reflex.

The position in front of him also flashed a silver light at this moment!

After a few seconds, the light became larger and larger, and extremely dazzling.

Song Yaoguang raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he suddenly guessed something through his fingers.

It's a moment! ?

"Holy Judgment, Demon Judgment Sword!!!"

Before Song Yaoguang could react, a solemn voice instantly resounded throughout the navy blue sky! As if calling for the protection of the God of Light, I saw streaks of holy blue light breaking through the turbidity between the clouds on the low-pressure blue clouds, followed by a majestic cross made entirely of holy blue light. The sword fell vertically, like the sword of a god falling to the earth. It was so shocking and full of power!

The huge Demon Trial Sword, with a diameter of more than ten meters, seemed to embellish the entire sky. The light of the Holy Spirit shone on Song Yaoguang's face. Song Yaoguang felt that his face, his own The skin is almost melted by this Holy Art!

At this moment, Song Yaoguang felt as if time had stopped, and his skin was as dry as an old man in his twilight years under the baptism of holy light.

Do not!

I can't die!

Song Yaoguang's heart tightened, but he could no longer avoid this distance!

I can only try this black dragon armor!

Thoughts flew by, Song Yaoguang suddenly summoned his black dragon armor!

Under the urging of the middle-aged man, the huge holy sword fell on Song Yaoguang's body without any mercy!

The surrounding air and elements seemed to have been drained away, and the golden giant sword hit the black armor.

Looking at this scene, the middle-aged man already looked like a winner.

You must know that his light system is of sub-celestial nature!

Even a monarch-level demon would be crippled if he ate the Demon Trial Sword.

What about a human being?

The power of the Holy Art continued to penetrate into Song Yaoguang's chest, and Song Yaoguang quickly used his mind power to protect his head.

Under this holy power, Song Yaoguang felt a sense of insignificance in his heart.

The thoughts of resistance in my mind were getting weaker and weaker at this moment.

Black Armor's elemental immunity constantly reduces the energy brought by the Holy Art.

But what surprised Song Yaoguang was that this person's attainments in the light system seemed a bit exaggerated!

"Buzz!!!!!!!!!"

The lightsaber slowly inserted into the armor and got closer and closer. Song Yaoguang felt that his head was shocked in extreme pain, and the defenses of the black armor in front of him were being melted through layer by layer.

Time passed little by little, and Song Yaoguang's skin began to fester.

"Haha, if you still refuse to give up, you will definitely die today!"

Looking at Song Yaoguang under the Holy Art, the middle-aged man laughed.

Rather than killing the prey directly, he prefers to watch the prey struggle to the death for the hope that does not exist at all!

"what!!!!"

Song Yaoguang roared loudly, veins even appeared on his forehead, and his whole body disappeared into the clouds.

Song Yaoguang held the Holy Sword with both hands and concentrated all his mental power in one place.

In an instant, hundreds of tons of telepathy were poured into this giant sword.

Song Yaoguang wanted to tear this lightsaber into pieces!

(End of this chapter)