Rebirth of the strongest magic chef

Chapter 401 Showdown
"Lemon popsicles!" The Dark Tiger King recognized the familiar man at a glance, almost gritted his teeth and cried out.

A hundred or so demigods were shocked when they played with furniture. They stood here and discussed for a long time, while Lemon Popsicle and Qingqian were staring at them all the time?

"Aren't you all shit eaters?" The Dark Tiger King turned his head and shouted at several archers and assassins.

These people lowered their heads, but they seemed extremely aggrieved. The three major guilds joined forces, and there were a hundred demigod players. These people never expected that someone would dare to spy on them, let alone suddenly appear and block the way.

If it wasn't for Qingmei who wanted to take people away, Jiang Yan wasn't prepared to show up, but the situation on the court was already very clear. Young Master Qingmei clearly wanted to go back to Qingmei Chen to take charge of the overall situation, and Jiang Yan couldn't let him do so.

At this time, Mr. Qingmei suddenly stepped forward and said: "My Qingmei City was attacked by the throne and the night attack. I am in danger. I am in a hurry to go back and save it. I hope that President Popsicle can let our Qingmei City people pass. I am very grateful!"

Jiang Yan and Qingqian looked at each other and smiled.

"If I remember correctly, the people who besieged Qingmei City and our team to fight the tiger tonight should be RECALL. Speaking of which, this RECALL has a lot to do with you Qingmei."

Mr. Qingmei's expression changed slightly. He didn't know that the tiger attack tonight also joined the attack on Qingmei. However, judging from the current situation, the biggest threat is the throne and the night attack, and the tiger attack tonight is only a few thousand Humans seem insignificant in comparison.

As for the relationship with RECALL, to put it bluntly, it is just some hatred and grievances, which can be big or small.

Mr. Qingmei didn't mention this issue before, just out of concern for his own face, hoping that Jiang Yan would open the way and not prevent Qingmei from returning to the city.

"President Popsicle, back then in the extremely cold glacier, we Qingmei let you go with President Qingqian. As for the tiger players led by RECALL tonight, I probably didn't get your order. I won't pursue it. I It can also be guaranteed that from today onwards, Qingmei Villa will have nothing to do with fighting tigers tonight!" said Young Master Qingmei bitterly.

These words are tantamount to expressing their attitude. After today, Qingmei Villa will no longer be in cahoots with the Dark Empire, nor will it choose to fight the tiger tonight as an enemy.

It's just that these words are insincere words, and they are not words that Mr. Qingmei can say normally, but at this time, for the sake of the guild, he has to do so, even a little humble.

Although the Dark Tiger King is simple-minded, he can still hear the meaning of these words. He can't help but snort coldly. He has no regrets about his previous thoughts and decisions. He fought side by side with Qingmei Villa, and the friendship that formed an alliance no longer exists. .

"I don't like to hear Qingmei's words. What does it mean to let us go? I remember that you were the one who wanted to do a game, right? It was agreed that after doing it, the well water would not violate the river water, but Qingmei also joined forces with the darkness to suppress us. What you said is simply farting." The little beauty jumped out from beside Jiang Yan and said slightly angrily.

This was indeed the case. Back then, Jiang Yan and Qingqian happened to meet Qingmei's large army in the ice field and were surrounded.

If Master Qingmei hadn't been too self-confident, Rudu Dadanfan and the second son Qingming were defeated one after another, Qingmei would never have let them go.

"So, you guys are not willing to give way?" Young Master Qingmei's eyes turned cold, his staff lightly tapped, and nearly [-] players behind him pulled out their weapons all at once, all looking like they were about to fight.

"It's impolite to come and not to reciprocate. At the beginning, Qingmei insisted on doing three games with us. Feng Shui took turns. How about we do three more games today?" Jiang Yan laughed.

Mr. Qingmei was about to answer, but he saw the simple tea and light meal jumping out, and said in a low voice: "Boss, time waits for no one. If the lemon popsicle insists on delaying the time, after three games, Qingmei City will be gone."

Young Master Qingmei suddenly refused, and Jiang Yan said: "I think so, Qingmei Villa sent ten mages, as long as they can defeat me, I will get out of the way, and I will not embarrass Qingmei again in the future, how about it?"

Mr. Qingmei hesitated, as if he was a little moved. After all, the ten demigod players are still mages. With the joint efforts, even the lemon popsicles may not be able to resist it.

Simple tea and light meals don't think so, he knows Jiang Yan's character well, if he is not absolutely sure, he will not bring it up.

This is a person who never fights uncertain battles. Lemon Popsicles, big and small, have experienced countless battles. Except for the time when the dark siege, Lemon Popsicles can be said to have never been defeated.

"Boss, absolutely not, join hands with Darkness and Aotian, and kill them directly." Sudanfan suggested.

"That's right, we are a hundred demigods, are we still afraid that this couple will fail?" Second Young Master Qingming followed suit.

The Dark Tiger King kept his expression on his face, but he kept sneering in his heart. Even if Mr. Qingmei asked for help later, he would never do anything.

After all, the plan has changed, and the next step is to disband Ome Villa, take the opportunity to take over Ome's people, and complete the formation of the third guild is the most important thing.

Jiang Yan smiled, "Fifteen mages."

Qingqian also chimed in and said, "Why, a group of elders, are you afraid that only one person will fail?"

"That's good. I won't attack. As long as you can defeat me, you will win." Jiang Yan said again.

Ruanchadanfan and the second son Qingming were about to speak, but saw Qingmei Gongzi waved his hand, "Okay, it's settled!"

A group of people dispersed in all directions, leaving space for Qingmei and the others.

The Dark Tiger King originally liked to watch the excitement, so he naturally wanted to stay and watch at this time. In his mind, if the lemon popsicles couldn't stop Ome, then he would let the dark people take action and delay Ome's time as much as possible.

Although Aotian City was attacked by Chaos, Aotian and Chaos are actually not much different in strength, one has the advantage in the city, and there is no problem in defending the city, so Aotian's players are naturally not as flustered as Qingmei.

This time, Mr. Qingmei personally selected the 15 mages with the most aggressiveness. Even if the lemon popsicles move extremely fast, it is impossible to resist the simultaneous attack of [-] people.

These people also included Ruchadanfan and Second Young Master Qingming, who can be said to be the strongest mages in Qingmei Villa second only to Young Master Qingmei. With them, Young Master Qingmei feels at ease.

Of course, he himself will not play.

Originally, he used more to fight less, and when he played again, he seemed a bit bullied by more, and it was not good to spread the word, not to mention that as the leader of a meeting, he also had his own pride, and he would never bother to end the game in person, let alone it was not a one-on-one match. fair duel.

More than a dozen mages lined up, and directly opposite, Jiang Yan's long sword was inserted into the ground, with a relaxed and indifferent expression on his face.

Seeing that young and handsome face, the confidence of the ordinary people inexplicably decreased a lot, and even gave birth to some uneasiness.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Shoot!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen staffs pointed at the same time, the fireball roared, the ice spear pierced the air, and there were also wind blades and tornadoes mixed in, forming an incomparably huge magic vortex.

This was the result of a quick discussion with other people in private. Although the lemon popsicle promised not to make a move, he did not say that he would not run away.

If you condense some large-scale spells, it will take a certain amount of time to accumulate energy, and this place is extremely wide, even if a dozen people shoot at the same time, it is very likely that they will not be able to touch the lemon popsicles.

Therefore, the final result of the discussion is to cast low-level spells. Low-level spells are quick to charge, and the shooting time is extremely short, so it is difficult to give the enemy time to react.

If some ordinary people cast it, the damage of these low-level spells is really negligible, and it can even be said that it is not enough.

But those who were present were all elite mages from China, cast by them, these low-level spells were also amazingly powerful, and what was even better was that they almost didn't need to be charged, and they were extremely fast and extremely fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the magic vortex the size of a millstone enveloped the lemon popsicle, it could be said that it fell on the head.

But the rough tea and light rice and the others held up the staff again to release the next round of spell skills.

Even if the lemon popsicle is No. 1 in China, it may not be able to stand this round of spells. Even if it does not die, it will definitely lose its skin.

As long as a group of people cast these spells continuously, at most a few rounds, the latter will undoubtedly die, and in terms of time, it may not take a few minutes.

There was a bang, bang, bang, and the vortex formed by the second round of spells followed closely behind, hitting the lemon popsicle again.

A group of people only saw that as the duel started, they led a group of mages to cast spells continuously.

The place where the lemon popsicles stood was constantly exploding, accompanied by rising smoke and flying sand and stones.

After more than a dozen rounds, he stopped the movement of his hands with a little panting. He stood aside the staff and waved his hand, and the group of people around him also stopped singing.

More than a dozen demigod players shot at the same time, blasting and killing with more than ten rounds of spells. Even a god of war who is full of buffs is here, and he can only drink hatred, let alone a swordsman player with little blood volume?

It's just that when the smoke and dust not far away cleared up and the tall and thin figure was revealed, the group of people were shocked.

Jiang Yanzheng stood motionless on the spot, with a faint smile on his face, maintaining the same movements as before, with the long sword inserted into the ground, slightly slanting across in front of him.

"How is this possible!" Sudden exclaimed, and a group of Qingmei sorcerers were also full of disbelief.

As the elite players in China, these people are most aware of their own strength. However, if more than a dozen people shoot at the same time, killing more than ten rounds in a row, it is impossible for anyone to hold back!

However, the facts were right in front of their eyes, and they couldn't help but not believe it.

"How about it, do you want to continue?" Jiang Yan raised his chin and asked provocatively.

The second son, Qingming, took two steps forward and shouted: "Cast all the strongest spells, one hit will kill you!"

A group of people no longer hesitated, raised their staffs again, and began to chant spells one after another.

Accompanied by those obscure characters spitting out from their mouths, the elements of the five elements caused sharp fluctuations in the air, and dark clouds emerged out of thin air, forming a line above Jiang Yan's head.

The fire dragon dances wildly, the ice dragon roars, the wind whirls up and down, mixed with silver snakes and electric snakes, and the thunder is fleeting.

In addition to the common ice and fire, there are also wind spells and thunder skills known for their bursts and attacks.

A full half a minute later, as a fire dragon with teeth and claws fell down, like falling dominoes, skills poured down like a torrential rain.

Crash, clatter, torrential rain, but soon there was a strange sound like rain hitting plantains.

After all the skills scattered in the sky, everyone could see the scene inside clearly.

Jiang Yan leaned forward slightly, with his right hand across his chest, holding the hilt of the sword, and his left hand in the same posture, a golden oval mask enveloped him, despite the terrifying skills, when he touched the golden mask All of them dissipated one after another, vanishing into nothingness.

On the other hand, the golden mask is as stable as Mount Tai. Even the thunder-type skill, which is famous for its explosion and output, just makes the golden mask tremble slightly, just like the ripples on the water surface, but only for a moment.

In the golden cover, the blood bar above Jiang Yan's head remained motionless, clearly showing a full value state.

This time, not only Qingmei's players, but all the players present widened their eyes, almost unable to believe the scene in front of them.

If it is said that Jiang Yan can withstand more than a dozen rounds of small spell bombardment, and the impression it brings to them is not obvious and intuitive enough, then he can perfectly withstand the strongest blow of more than a dozen demigod mages, and he is not injured at all. If so, this can definitely be said to be the strongest defense.

This is not the strongest defense, but it is Jiang Yan's strongest defense skill at the moment - absolute defense.

As long as the player's attack cannot reach the critical value of absolute defense, the damage caused by this attack to Jiang Yan will be 0!

At the moment, if you want to break the threshold of absolute defense and attack Jiang Yan himself, only the anger skill can do it, and it must be the anger skill cast by a demigod player!

This is where Jiang Yan's confidence lies in being able to utter wild words in front of Mr. Qingmei. With the absolute defense of the God Slayer, this group of mages who are temporarily unable to perform anger skills, no matter how many there are, will hardly hurt him.

"How is it?" Jiang Yan smiled and looked at the old acquaintances such as the old acquaintances, the second son Qingming, "If you are not convinced, you can continue."

Ruan Chadanfan and the second young master Qingming both showed anger, and were about to continue to attack, but the cold voice of Mr. Qingmei came from behind: "Enough! All Qingmei's brothers, join me in the attack, and give me this bitch. Kill!"

However, Young Master Qingmei saw that he could not win in an upright duel, and finally decided not to waste time, but to rely on the advantage of numbers to kill Jiang Yan and Qingqian in one fell swoop.

"It's really disgusting to dare to call yourself a son without faith!" Qingqian was furious, jumped to Jiang Yan's side in twos and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

Jiang Yan had expected it a long time ago. With a low shout, endless black light poured out of his body, and his figure also swelled, like a huge black shadow of a demon.

(End of this chapter)