I, the Heir of Heroes

The activation method is still in motion without stopping, but there are a large number of invisible blades gathered around the body, and the number is not at the same level as the attack just now.

With such a huge amount, it is completely impossible for him to control all of them with his computing power and magic power.

The method of conversion, no longer trying to cancel the activation, the key position of the CAD key was suddenly changed, he did not want to hurt Jia Luo on the opposite side because of his wrong spellcasting.

- Move the coordinate target of magic towards the sky.

I thought so in my heart.

however

The situation repeatedly exceeded his expectations.

Not only can the activation form not be terminated, but even the perfect change of the target of the spell cannot be achieved.

Feeling helpless, he looked at Jia Luo with fearful eyes.

- Run away!

That's what he said in his scared eyes.

Gallo noticed, and was even fully aware of his opponent's intentions from the very beginning.

"Still worried about others..."

Continuously casting magic and excessive release of psions will cause the exhaustion of psions. Once severely overdrawn or even excessive, it will affect one's own magic power and even the future of the magician.

He didn't think about himself for the first time, but turned his worried attention to Jia Luo.

"This is not the way to stand on the opposing side!"

Yes, standing on the stage of this competition, they have been opponents and enemies from the very beginning.

Jia Luo murmured, ignoring the hinting eyes of his opponent.

——The complete A-level magic [Hot Wind Blade Rain] will be completed soon.

An arrow burning with crimson flames appeared at some point in the empty left hand, and the sunlight around the competition venue could be perceived to be gathered, and the visibility within the field of vision was significantly reduced.

Everyone in the auditorium also gradually discovered the abnormality of the arena.

But at this time, the unstoppable ultra-high-destructive A-level magic was completely out of control, and countless invisible wind blades emitting heat waves flew forward.

Instead of moving towards the icicle that should have been destroyed, all targets were directed at Jia Luo.

The short distance was instantly spanned, and everyone seemed to be able to hear the cutting sound of tearing space.

A dull, astonished expression appeared on everyone's face.

There were even screams in some parts of the arena.

however--

Everyone seemed to see the flares erupting from the sun.

"The sun, turn into armor."

The lonely whispers slowly echoed around Jia Luo, and the suppressed miracle in his body released a trace of it to the eyes of the world.

A sacred, transparent and bright flame ignited from the armor, and the soaring flames enveloped Jia Luo's whole body.

Like a moth to a flame.

All the wind blades did not make any waves.

However, it is not over, the release of magic is still going on, and there are still countless air being accelerated and condensed.

However, Jia Luo didn't give him this chance.

As a spellcaster, he obviously has no ability to continue mobilizing psions according to the activation pattern, and his shaking body all explains his weakness.

The flame that annihilated the wind blade disappeared, revealing Jia Luo standing in the middle without any damage. The distorted light around him all reflected the terrible high temperature of the flame just now. The undamaged platform made everyone understand Jia Luo's ultimate magic control ability .

The arrow built by the left hand has been placed on the bow at some point, and the bowstring that has never appeared suddenly appears, and the scene of huge psions hitting the reality is set off around Jia Luo.

The dense circulation, the brilliance is all over the sky.

The existences that are difficult to perceive directly gather at the strings, and the terrible psion output oppresses the illusory longbow.

Traces of fragmentation appeared quietly, and the longbow had long lost its original appearance.

Twisted, deformed, crossed, as if being run over by invisible pressure.

Perhaps only the charged arrow and the bowstring held in the left hand tell the identity of what kind of weapon it is.

The arena suddenly fell silent, and everyone was staring at the miraculous light.

The CAD hair in Jia Luo's hand was bouncing with unbearable arcs, and the exaggerated output of the psion gradually made it lose its proper function.

"It's the limit!"

Jia Luo thought so calmly in his heart.

The bowstring tightly held in his hand also loosened.

In an instant

——The impact cyclone representing the sonic boom exploded behind Jia Luo, and the roaring sound echoed in the empty and tense arena.