PFC Chapter 441: Watch this knife carefully
Chapter 441: Watch this knife carefully
Arena No. 5.
The battle was extremely fierce. Pang Pang stood on a sword and used his hands to command the remaining more than 2,000 swords to form a murderous sword formation.
As for Leng Xuan, his fat opponent, every time he took a step, extremely cold ice would rise from the ring. The sword formation composed of more than 2,000 flying swords could not break through the defense of the extreme ice for a while.
Suddenly, a slight gunshot was heard, and a ray of energy shot straight towards the fat man on the flying sword.
"Hehe, I can't hit it, I just can't hit it, Brother Leng, come here." Pangpang always paid attention to Leng Xuan's movements. When the ray shot towards him, he turned his head slightly and dodged it.
Standing on the flying sword, Pangpang scratched his butt, then stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, with a smug smile on his face.
In the center of the ring, Leng Xuan's cold expression twitched visibly, as if he felt offended.
He didn't reply, and an even stronger cold air emanated from his body. White cold smoke swept across the entire arena, freezing it into an ice sculpture in an instant.
"Sil...it's so cold!"
Pangpang was finally moved. He rubbed his palms quickly on his arms, trying to get a little warmth, but there was no effect at all. Instead, the temperature became colder and colder, and even a layer of icicles formed on his clothes.
"Let's warm ourselves by the fire first."
The magic power surged in Pang Pang's body, and a fire magic was released. A small fire dragon surrounded him, and he felt a hint of warmth.
However, just as the fire dragon was formed, Pang Pang sensed danger and immediately controlled his flying sword to dodge to the side. Looking down, he saw countless tiny ice spikes rising from the arena.
"Oh my god, Brother Leng, you are so cruel!"
"Next, I'm going to use some big moves, so be careful."
"bring it on."
Leng Xuan focused his attention and saw Pangpang waving his hands continuously, and magic circles with different patterns quickly formed in the sky: "Here it comes."
As Leng Xuan muttered to himself, the dense magic circle above the sky was finally formed, covering the sky with overwhelming magic, attacks formed by gold, wood, water, fire and earth, all kinds of magic, fireballs, water dragons, asteroids, wooden thorns... and so on.
They were densely packed and all shot towards the bottom of the ring.
Leng Xuan frowned, squatted down, and placed his hands on the ring. As the extreme ice law surged, an ice curtain quickly rose on the ring, trying to block the overwhelming magic in mid-air.
The wooden thorns pierced the surface of the ice curtain, but could only penetrate a little bit of the ice surface.
The fireballs and other attacks were a little slower, but also followed closely behind Mu Ci. All attacks landed on the ice curtain, creating a gorgeous scene.
The attacks continued and the magic did not stop. The first wave failed to break the ice curtain. Pangpang continued to move down a little bit, and the second wave of attacks shot out from the magic circle again, and it was more ferocious and powerful.
"Brother Leng, this all-encompassing magic is also considered a forbidden spell. As long as the magic power is not extinguished, attacks will continue to come out of the magic circle. How... are you going to break it?"
Leng Xuan, who was protected inside the ice curtain, heard the words and heard the cracking sound from the ice curtain. He knew that the ice curtain would not last long, and effective ways to break the deadlock kept flashing through his mind.
"Magic is scattered. As long as I attack one point, I can break out." Leng Xuan muttered to himself. Just then, the ice curtain was broken. He didn't have time to think about it. He used the extreme ice to form a set of solid ice armor for himself, and then rushed forward.
Faced with countless magics, Leng Xuan chose the lower level of ice, "water"
He rushed straight towards the water dragon, and before they met, he stretched out his hand and struck out with a palm. Extreme coldness spurted out from his palm, freezing the water dragon into a popsicle the moment it touched it.
Then he stepped on the ice dragon with both feet and used the force to jump towards Pangpang.
"Brother Leng, I forgot to tell you one thing, magic... can be controlled." Pangpang chuckled and stretched out his hand to Leng Xuan, no matter it was the magic that was about to hit the ring, or the magic that was continuously shot out from the magic circle.
They all made a sharp turn and attacked Leng Xuan in mid-air with precision.
"You can't fly, and there's no leverage this time. Brother Leng, can you... still dodge it?"
"If you can't avoid it, break it with force."
Leng Xuan responded calmly, his whole body shaking violently, and endless extremely cold air surged out like waves at this moment. Then, like a hedgehog, countless ice spikes faced the violent magic attacks of various types.
The magic attacks of gold, wood, water, fire and earth in the front were instantly dispersed, and the ones behind followed closely, and they were in a stalemate with ice for a while.
"Break it for me..."
A loud roar came from Leng Xuan's mouth, and the power of the ice spikes increased greatly, instantly penetrating all the magic, and even the magic circle was destroyed.
"I lost."
Leng Xuan, who had broken through the magic circle, was about to continue his attack, but when he saw a giant sword a hundred meters long, emitting an aura of destruction, pointing at him, only a few meters away, he knew there was no need to continue fighting.
He landed on the ring and admitted defeat with a faint smile.
"Hey, admit it, admit it."
Fatty dispersed the giant sword into more than two thousand small swords, collected them, and then left the arena: "Fatty, I won because of my abilities and treasures. If I didn't have all the treasures, I might not have won."
"Winning is winning, losing is losing. I wish you a good ranking, Chubby classmate."
"Brother Leng, you still have a chance to make it into the top 20. After this round, there will be three top 20 spots that you will have to play in a tiebreaker. Let's work hard together."
The two chatted and laughed, and soon returned to the audience. In response to their companions' blessings and comfort, they both responded with smiles.
But his attention was soon attracted by a fight on a ring.
I saw.
On Arena No. 3, Lin Qiye was emitting violent holy light all over his body, forcing Zhao Kongcheng out of the sword domain. Zhao Kongcheng was also slightly injured by the heat of the holy light.
"Damn, Xiao Qiye, your method of breaking his moves is really simple and crude!" Zhao Kongcheng touched his face and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not disfigured. "This is going to be difficult. Seraph, Goddess of Night, Monkey King, all-magic... There are so many abilities that I don't know how to fight them."
"It's not a life-and-death battle, so just fight. The winner keeps moving forward, and the loser keeps working hard." Lin Qiye shrugged casually.
"Come on, Dad." Zhao Kongcheng's child kept waving his hands in the audience.
"Come on, Lao Zhao!" All members of Team 136 were shouting at the top of their lungs.
Zhao Kongcheng smiled lightly, and with his right hand he slashed across the straight knife that had accompanied him through countless battles. He looked at the audience and laughed: "Son..."
He was in the audience when the child shouted, "What, Dad, what did you say? Speak louder. I can't hear you."
Zhao Kongcheng laughed non-stop, and his voice rose a degree: "You have to watch this knife carefully."
"I still can't hear clearly, Dad, please speak louder."
When Lin Qiye heard what Zhao Kongcheng said, he smiled happily, and the black knife also burst into endless brilliance.
After a while.
Zhao Kongcheng finally moved and stopped talking, but he believed that those who understood would understand.