Versatile Mage

Several teachers are squinting. Teacher Bai Mei said: "He has to cultivate three whole departments. The repair of the thunder and the fire system is already high enough. If even the summoning system has reached the middle level, then this guy’s The speed of cultivation is too terrible."

Mo Fan eventually did not display the mid-level summoning magic, which made all the teachers greatly relieved.

Almost scared to death by this guy, no contract beast.

Mo Fan's summoning system has already reached the middle level. The star map of the summoning department can also be very skillful. The problem is that he does not have enough funds to buy a suitable contract beast.

The price of the contracted beast is up to 40 million or more, and the purchasing power is not as good as the young pet of the Star Wars.

On the field, Zhao Ji scared a cold sweat.

When he found that Mo Fan did not have a contract beast, he couldn't help but laugh. This challenge was a well-known school, and if he completely ended this big devil, he would greatly improve his reputation. I want to come to the family and pay more attention to myself.

Zhao Ji knew that Mo Fan had not had much combat power. He did not give Mo Fan a lot of breathing opportunities. The middle-level magic of the fire system had already burned hot on his right fist.

Before the middle-level magic was ignited, his body showed a curved shield that wrapped him up. The golden light formed a 360-degree blessing, which perfectly guarded him.

Mo Fan's first-order magic is powerful, but it can't open up Zhao Ji's light defense. In addition, this Zhao season uses a spiritual light, and the defense ability is much stronger.

Mo Fan hates encountering the Master of Fire and Earth, and the same light system known for his defensive ability is also the most unloved by Mo Fan. Light magic can even perfectly control his shadow power. .

"Millennium - 霹雳 - Yaksha!"

Mo Fan directly used the middle-level ability, and the finger pointed at the night sky. A purple-black thundercloud quickly appeared on the top of Zhao Ji. With the flash of lightning at Mofan's fingertips, a rough purple black 雷 in the thundercloud The lightning flashed to the ground with great brilliance.

When the lightning dropped to half, it split countless fork-shaped lightnings, like a black claw that tore open the space, and the space shook with this force.

The power of the 霹雳-Nightshake is amazing. It can be regarded as the most powerful magic except the Jiuquan-Nine Palace. However, this ambiguous Zhao Ji seems to be deliberately tempting Mo Fan to use the middle-level magic that consumes magic energy. When he first extinguished the flame on his right fist, he quickly painted the magic of the light system.

"Guangyou - painting the wall!"

A golden ray of light was quickly weaved over the top of Zhao Ji, turning into a golden suspended wall with a curved surface.

The power of blasphemy slammed on the wall of this light, but it seemed to be absorbed. The roar of the group that was originally enough to cause great destruction was suddenly silenced.

The purple-black lightning was continuously decomposed, and it became a myriad of filaments spread over the entire gigantic-paint wall. Gradually, these filamentous lightnings began to disappear, and finally they were all opened.

"I want to kill me with a bang? How much effort do you have to continue fighting with me after a mid-level magic show." Zhao Ji smiled insidiously.

Mo Fan did not care about Zhao Ji’s provocation. He stood in the same place, and he was already exhausted.

"It should pay a price for your arrogance." Zhao Ji re-ignited the flames on his right fist.

The flame ring that spreads in all directions converges on his wrist as Zhao Ji's star map depicts, and the energy on his wrist is about to spurt out.

"Strong boxing - cellar!" Zhao Ji is also a strong man with a spiritual flame. His power of the boxing-mantle is the same level as Li Yujie.

The red flame illuminates the playing field, and Mo Fan has to use the Shield, and keeps going backwards, trying to avoid the fierce power of the most central part of the cellar.

Although the Shield was able to withstand most of the power, but the hot mantle petals were still on Mo Fan's body, Mo Fan's beloved blouse was quickly burned to ashes, revealing a burnt chest.

The flame is full of Mofan's body, and if it is uncomfortable, it has the resistance of the flame, and the body has already been burned beyond recognition.

The Shield can block the huge energy that the mantle flower is enough to burn the human body into ashes. The flames attached to the Zhao season have a strong burning effect but can't resist.

Mo Fan was injured. This flame made him hurt and straight, and there were obvious signs of burns in several places.

Zhao Ji saw that he had been injured by himself and had a smile on his face. He felt that he was close to victory.

His light blessing - the painting wall has disappeared, in this case he just gave Mo Fan a punch and the battle was completely over.

The flower of the cellar still has a large glaring flame burning in the stage, and Mo Fan, who displays the shield, stands in the flaming red, and the fire reflects a strange smile on his face.

Suddenly, a spike like a spear in the Shield of the Shield from the center of the shield without warning! !

This is the counterattack effect of the Shield!

It passed through the burning flower of the cellar, and a blink of an eye has appeared in front of some proud Zhao Ji.

Desperately stabbed like a cold sword that cut through the dark night, and smashed the area where the flame was red, and Zhao Ji, who was still proud, simply didn’t notice it, until the ice that could penetrate everything. When he hit, he yelled badly.

"Rock barrier!" On the referee's seat, a very brown element appeared in the hands of Wei Rong, who had a very quick response.

Almost no one saw him depicting a star map, and a rocky barrier appeared in front of Zhao Ji.

"嗏!!!"

The sinister anti-stabbing penetrated the rock defense, and the tip of the part was almost stabbed to the face of Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji cold sweat came out madly, his body was stiff, some incredible looking at the rock protection in front of him, and some horrified look at the thorns of his life.

"Zhao Ji, if you are facing the demon, you are dead. You lose, come down." Wei Rong snorted.

Zhao Jiyi’s disappointment, how did he not think that Mo Fan, who had no fighting power, would dying like a drug lord, and he lost the crucial challenge because of a little lax.

He looked up and saw Mo Fan, who had obvious burns on his body, forcibly supporting the dignity of a little defeat: "It is enough to hurt him."