at his feet, but as a swordsman, he was not capable of flying in the air, so his jumping trajectory was seen by all the spectators. This choice was obviously expected by the opponent.

——Fu Sheng Liomeng, who was in the center of the storm, bent over and gasped. He held his knees with one hand and raised his short stick with the other hand. At the moment when the shield around him disappeared, he aimed the blue light of the short stick in his hand at the jumper.

A silhouette in the air.

"So I hate this completely free way of casting spells. I even have to do the aiming myself..." The last drop of ice-blue light gathered in front of the short stick and gradually transformed into a pointed ice pick.

Object, he moved his weapon with difficulty, and the pointed cone also moved with his movements.

"But..." The next moment, his movements stopped: "You can't hide in the air."

A bright light flashed in the sky.

"How's it going? How's it going?" The cold breath that filled the sky finally gradually dissipated as time passed. Mengzhu loosened the hand covering his hood and looked anxiously towards the center of the large square:

"The current situation..."

She covered her mouth.

The shabby cloak followed the figure of its owner and finally fell to the square, but it fell smoothly to the ground, while the black figure on the other side flew far away from the place, and then rolled down to the ground. The air

There was a smell of blood in the air. It was the result of a deep wound on Fu Sheng Ling Meng's waist. The blood spilled into the air as he rolled, drifting together with the remnants of the previous magic.

The ice cone that did not shoot out in the end returned to the embrace of the air as the mage fell, and the white light that flashed in the air before finally disappeared under the land where the black-clothed scholar was standing, and was made up of earth and stone.

A deep sword mark was left on the ground.
Chapter completed!