King's Dimensional Journey

It is only a matter of time before boundaries are breached.The icy spider will only be released from its rage if it drinks blood.Instead of going out and fighting for your life, you might as well wait for those magical traps to let off their last heat and fight them.

"But I won't give you that chance..."

Wang Mu's mouth began to speak indistinct incantations, it was like the terrifying sound of human vocal cords, if someone else just listened to it, it could drive people crazy.

Finally, the name of the magic is recited.

"Winds of Disease."

It's still a trick.In fact, what represents the wind not only attracts the wind that blows across the city, but also spreads diseases into the city.Its most famous incarnation, the Yellow Emperor, embodies the concept of the dreaded disease yellow fever.

The disease causes fever, muscle aches, headaches and difficulty concentrating, which can be fatal in Chinese martial arts that require concentration.

Be strong before you fight.

Under Wang Mu's gaze, the air began to heat up.There should have been no wind in the room, but a strange breeze blew.That slight whistling sound was like the hissing whisper of a disease god, unspeakably weird.

"Water armor."

Wang Mu kept chanting the second magic trick, which is the most famous water magic trick.Create a layer of armor on the surface of the skin, which can open some physical attacks, but it is ineffective against the blade.

"That should be enough."

Wang Mu squeezed his palm, felt the explosion of energy in his body, and walked cautiously in that direction.

While he was walking, the crazy hell was behind him like a ghost, floating above Wang Mu, constantly like chains embedded on the wall, to ensure that it would play an unexpected role in the war.

Everything is ready.

Yan Feng came outside Qi Limen, Wang Mu opened the door without hesitation, and then subconsciously rolled to the right.

Yo!

Facts have proved that Wang Mu's judgment was not wrong. The moment he lowered his head, three black keys with mahogany handles were handed over to her.

At the same time, Feng Qili wanted to change to the magic general, so he reloaded the black key from his cuff and ran towards Wang Mu, intending to use his best close combat to suppress Wang Mu.

"Welcome! Talk sharply!"

Wang Mu does not retreat, but advances, the moisture in his right hand freezes on the skin, and becomes an ice crystal like a diamond armor to meet Yin Yili's sharp black key, and his stand-in—crazy hell is characterized by invisibility in battle, from Silver Yili launched a quick attack from behind.

Under the charm of self-preservation and weakening the enemy...

He doesn't need to retreat! Ding!

The collision of ice crystals and blades made a clear sound.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is this all the power that the Church of the Holy Sepulcher represents?

Wang Mu was joking, he grabbed the black key of Qili with his backhand, and firmly nailed him to the position with the force of usurping.

"Then I'll tell you what a real fist is."

"Oh!"

The super destructive power of the fire exerted its due power, and the huge kinetic energy spread from the left rib to the whole body, throwing Feng Zhili out and smashing the wall of the house.

Are reactivity and risk perceptions undiminished?

Frowning, Wang Mu could see clearly that at the moment when Yan Feng was hit, there were only two people left to let Qi Li's charm sway, and use its huge magic power to strengthen his body, making it become as hard as steel.

"I'd like to see how many spells you have to say!"

The wind under his feet did not stay in place to observe the situation, but chose to pursue the victory.

He cut the cigarette with one hand and jumped up.When Yan Feng stood up, Wang Mu's second attack had already hit his 590 heads hard.

There is no doubt that with Wang Mu's own strength and the hardness of ice crystals, it is easy to smash a human head.

Of course Feng Yili also realized this.

From his brief conversation just now, he could see that his physical strength was restricted by some kind of magic or curse, and the physical strength he had gained in training was only an illusion at the time.

The curse continued to take a deeper toll on his body, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

But...magicians are not very good at close combat...

Thinking in this way, Feng Qili took a step forward and took the initiative to shorten the distance with Wang Mu

This gait is called "live step" and is a dangerous technique for octaves.

He turned his fist into a palm, gently "supported" Wang Mu's wrist, and pulled his attack in another direction, causing his center of gravity to lose balance temporarily, while the other hand suddenly rushed towards Wang Mu's heart .

—— apply force

Many people misunderstand this technique and think that only Tai Chi masters do it, but this is not the case.

In Chinese martial arts, there are many schools that emphasize "four strokes of a thousand catties", even the famous Bajiquan is no exception.

But perfect attacks are limited.

The black chain wrapped itself around the attacker's arm like a viper, parrying the oracle's blow.

At the same time, Crazy Hell was not idle, and kicked Feng Qili's arm and was blocked.The force of that force was so great that it shattered the skeleton of that arm, making it impossible to swing it again.

On the other hand, Wang Mu put one hand on the ground and jumped backwards to reduce the imbalance of the center of gravity.

"Father, Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound."

Wang Mu said out of breath. "My wild way, if I can't weaken your strength, when I feed myself back, am I afraid that you will be defeated the moment you are approached?"

It's not that Wang Mu doesn't want to use summoning magic, but the current summoning magic is too embarrassing, the cost of summoning a master is too high, and it can only be used once.

"... "

The Feng Qili who spoke did not pick up Wang Mu's words, but took two small steps behind his back, and opened the distance between them.

He looked at his right arm, which was broken into pieces and useless, although it still had the potential to heal.

"...Master Spearman, why did you attack the Asaka family?"

"Are you joking?

After waiting for a long time, such a sentence seemed to make Wang Mu laugh. "Archer's master must be Obasanka. As a magician who targets the Grail, does he need a reason to attack the Grail?"

"different positions…"

Feng Yili's eyes were blank, and his expression did not change. "Archer said you were a priest of the evil god.

"...want to report to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre?"

Wang Mu's mouth lined up, showing a ferocious smile again.

"Think how you got out of here alive first, and don't think I'll have the slightest pity for the priest."

Chapter 48 Restrictions

The hands are covered with ice crystals, inserted into the ground, the snow and ice melted into water, the summit of the mountain within the invisible stone.

acidic water.

"Dissolve capsules!

On the floor, on the ceiling, on the wall, the yellow eye slowly oozes, giving off a foul, sour smell.

easy!

The strange-shaped liquid droplets saluted in front of the speech peak, instantly corroding a small hole in the ground, and kept smoking.

Just seeing it was enough to make it fatal, and Feng Yili carefully avoided the pool of water on the floor.

"Then you can't escape."

Wang Mu closed one eye, licking the acid in his mouth with his tongue.

The deadly sea water had no effect on him, and he was protected by the god of the sea.Instead, it's like a stimulant.

The escape route is blocked, leaving only a desperate struggle.

Feng Yili didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so she turned from stillness and instantly pressed the pressure on the black button with her only left hand, wanting to re-enter the melee and gain a certain advantage.

But Wang Mu would not give him this chance.

Taking advantage of the madness of hell, Wang Mu's hands turned into ice crystals again, this time the shape was not like knuckles, but claws, with sharp fingertips.

He had scribbled on the walls and had acid all over his paws.

Then Wang Mu turned the acid into his own bullets and threw them out with force.

Yan Feng did not choose to avoid Qi Li, he stopped, kept making black keys, and quickly opened the corrosive liquid with his sharp sword face.

When they were all gone, the room was filled with white mist, completely obscuring the view.

He listened intently to the sounds around him, his nerves tensed, ready for a sudden attack at any time.

At this moment, Wang Mu's voice came from directly in front of the fog——

"Eat him, hounds of King Thedas! Strange smoke puffed from the corners, and from the smoke their heads emerged, and at last their bodies took full shape.

Superior Race - Hound.

Despite its name, it bears no physical resemblance to a dog, and it even appears to Wang that bats are more numerous.

"Uh……"

Yan felt a pain in his back, and when he looked back, it turned out that a disgusting guy was sucking his blood with a long hollow straw.

He picked up the black key with his intact left hand without hesitation, and cut the creature Wang Mu summoned into three or four pieces.

This is strange.

Obviously the other party made a special move to cover their sight, why did they summon such a weak demon? Feng Qili was puzzled at the thought.

In his opinion, maybe the big spider outside the door is better at destroying magic than this monster.

"Strange?

Wang Mu's voice came out from the thick acid fog, filled with the malice of cat and mouse.

"Let me tell you why the Tyendax is so weak in a frontal battle, but is called the superior race."

His voice had hardly fallen when, in the corner of the room, the terror of King Tyndas' Hound reappeared, and sprang upon his speech.

...the second one?

Yan Feng rushed beside Qi Li, holding up the black key, trying to imitate the head that the monster had just cut off.

But it was sidestepped.

As if anticipating the attack of these words, the monster turned quickly to avoid the fatal blow, leaving three bloodstains from sharp claws on his shoulder.

"Some say they are the pets of the 'Unifiers', others say they are 'restless beasts'..."

Feng Yili spent a lot of effort, and he would be nailed to the ground by the monster when he threw the black key again, and the acid mist was poured into his lungs too much. Obviously unbearable.

"... "

But there is no time for him to rest now.

The strange monster appeared from the corner again, and kept biting him.

"Once they identify a target, they never stop hunting until the other person is dead."

Wang smoked his cigarette back and threw three chains over Yan's legs and left arm, further restricting his movement.

"Of course, some people think that if we can't get away from the hunt, then it's best to destroy this monster... Am I right?"

The tall priest didn't answer, just arched his body slightly, and used his dark power to pull out a distance of two meters, dodging the attack.

"...so it is. No matter how many demons you summon, I will kill it.

Yan Fengqili's indifferent expression did not change.With a flick of his fingers, he tossed the black key into the air and grasped the mahogany handle with open teeth.Then he used his coordination to tear through the Hound's body.

Here, three king lightning strikes on the ground are confirmed dead.

"You're so weird."

Wang Mu seemed to hear something funny, his shoulders kept shaking.

"'No matter how many people I summon'?" I'd love to, but I don't have that much magic.It's the summoner you killed just now. "

Same one? Impossible.

Feng Yi quickly glanced at the ground, the monster's body was still left, it was not his hallucination.

And then the fourth.

"Whether you kill or attack, there's only one King Tyndall on this plane."