Wizard Bloodline

In the dense and huge shadow, Ronan saw a gloomy and deep figure slowly emerging.

The young man walked out of the black.

Stepping on the air, he came towards him step by step.

The crowd watching the battle around the square was slightly agitated, and the magic circle wizards talked about it.

"Travis"

"Travis"

"Travis"

"He wants the nightmare tungsten steel"

"He wants to sit in the top ten positions too much"

"He can't do it"

Ronan heard the whispers, everyone mentioned the same name, Travis's figure was projected on every spell screen, and the fighting "ring" was also the best position reserved for him.

This is a stage built specifically for Travis.

Everyone's attention is on Travis, to observe the end point of his gaze, to measure the distance he wants to go, and to speculate on his ambitions now.

As for the first step he took, what he was about to step on. No one would notice.

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he flew into the "ring" calmly.

"It's this kid!"

In the spectator booth, a bald man with a black mole on his nose sitting on a suspended metal throne looked away from Travis, who was "the center of attention". When he saw the appearance of his opponent, he made a slightly surprised sound.

"Do you know this level one?"

Someone cast a glance at him.

The bald man put his body, which he had just propped up, back on the back of the metal chair, sneered and shook his head: "He is a kid with good talent. I was the one who handled the entrance test.

It's a pity that he had to hang out with Bannigo. He wanted to be a stepping stone for others!"

"Oh."

The wizard who got the answer turned his head calmly, without much fluctuation on his face.

Even the name Bannigo has long become a thing of the past, not to mention that he is just an insignificant little person related to it.

On the other side, the wizard Basil, who was also paying attention to all this, gently stroked the scratches on his left cheek with his palm, and there was an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

After this battle, Travis got what he wanted, and he will get what he wants.

The resources obtained from the "intelligence" can completely make up for the old scars on his face.

Ronan raised his head slightly.

The "ring" for the fight has no ground. Travis stood in the air at a higher position than him, and above his head was the light film of the rune array.

A trace of black emanated from Travis, and the powerful mental force field of the second-level wizard enveloped the entire "ring" for the fight.

'Stronger than those two guys. '

'Much stronger'

Ronan silently compared Travis with the second-level green-eyed wizard and the middle-aged bald wizard he had fought before.

The most notable feature of the second-level wizard is the "crystallization" of mental power, and the soul seal is further enhanced.

After the second level, every slight improvement of the wizard will be much more difficult than before, so the gap between each other will become more obvious.

"Buzz--"

A strange trembling sound sounded.

Ronan looked up and saw dense scaly metal flying out from under Travis's robe. These metals emitted black mist like smoke, flying around Travis like a swarm of insects, and finally gathered behind Travis, like a strange and huge wing.

Powerful energy fluctuations came out from Travis' body, merging with the secondary mental force field, wrapping up the gazes from all directions. Mixed into a "momentum" that belonged to him, completely taking over this place, as if he had become the only master of this space.

"Shadow Stone Alloy is not a pure metal material."

Travis stretched out his hand and looked at his palm. The black metal pieces around him changed into various shapes in his hand.

"Whether it is a medium for metal spells or a conduction of dark spell energy, it is more than a little worse than the nightmare tungsten steel."

Travis said quietly with a calm expression, not like he was talking to Ronan, but like he was talking to himself.

"Even the effect of the [Silverization] talisman is not completely transformed."

The silver-white rune pattern on Travis' pale neck lit up.

He raised his hand and "let go" of the metal pieces spinning in his palm like a flock of pigeons.

Including those behind him, all the dense scaly metals flew away from him.

These metal pieces were plated with silver-white color one by one in the air, and then quickly combined to condense into huge crescent-shaped sickles.

A large number of dark free energy particles in the air gathered together, forming a thick black fog.

The terrible spell energy field spread, and dozens of silver-white crescent sickles were looming in the rapidly spreading black fog, like a ferocious and dangerous monster, silently waving its sharp claws in the hidden shadows.

In just a few breaths, the entire fighting "arena" was completely covered by shadows.

Travis stood on the shadows, and all the silver sickles hidden in the shadows were pointed in one direction - the position of Ronan in the center, silently revealing the piercing edge.

But he was not in a hurry to act.

"If this spell is performed through the nightmare tungsten steel... the power will be at least 30% greater than it is now."

Travis is now talking to Ronan.

He looked down at Ronan with an indifferent look and slowly took a step forward.

"Do you know"

The shadows under Travis' feet began to surge, with energy surging. The looming crescent scythe was all hidden in the shadows, but the danger in the air was rising straight up.

Suddenly, his calm tone became extremely cold, as if long-suppressed emotions surged out in the form of exploding ice streams.

"I have waited too long for this moment!"

The moment the words fell, dozens of cold lights suddenly lit up in the shadows that filled the arena.

Dozens of crescent metal scythes that had accumulated their momentum to their peak, wrapped in billowing black mist, all appeared from the shadows, and silently slashed at Ronan's position. Dozens of long scythes were pulled out from the void in an instant. traces of silver.

"it's over."

Not only Travis, but also many Magic Circle wizards who were watching the battle also had this idea in their minds.

Some people have already turned their attention to the arena, begun to estimate the growth of Travis's combat power after this battle, and think about the chances of winning against him again.

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a majestic and powerful spiritual force suddenly dropped from the sky.

The old third-level wizard who was responsible for presiding over the competition selection cast a faint look at the stage belonging to Travis. His eyes fluctuated slightly, and the huge silver bat beside him immediately opened his mouth and pointed in the direction of the ring as if he had received some instruction. It spits out a huge white energy beam, and the rune array that makes up the arena rapidly thickens at a speed visible to the naked eye after being infused with the energy of the beam.

Travis's expression suddenly changed while he was inside the rune circle.

He opened his hands, and a strong spiritual power came out of his body.

But before he could make any actions or reactions, the sharply shrinking shadow on the arena quietly froze, and the black mist that had been boiling and surging seemed to solidify.

"Click——"

The sound of something breaking.

The next second.

"Boom!"

With the sound of a huge explosion, the solidified shadow on the central stage exploded, and vast amounts of snow-white and countless dark blues poured out overwhelmingly.

The terrible cold air washed hard against the energy shield at the edge of the ring, causing ripples one after another.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then saw in disbelief——

The huge void arena, now wrapped in the light film of the rune array, has suddenly turned into a blue-white "ice ball".

Countless ice edges of frost, snow and ice, large and small, were suspended in every inch of the arena. Dozens of silver-white crescent metal sickles were frozen in the air, and their entire bodies were covered and frozen, like some kind of special decoration hanging on the wall.

And in the center of this extremely cold place, a young man who is the "source" stands quietly.

A large amount of ice and snow surrounded him, and dark blue cold currents stretched out from under him like the veins of a glacier, spreading throughout the entire ring space like a spider web.

Countless mysterious Qi machines intertwined around the young man to form two extraordinary force fields. The Qi spread out, gently lifting the hem of the young man's robe, and instantly passed through the light film of the rune magic circle, sweeping across the entire competition square.

"Uh-huh!"

"Swish!"

At this moment, countless high-ring wizards who were sitting peacefully or lazily on metal seats suddenly straightened up in their seats and blurted out with deep shock and emotion.

"Double domain superposition?!"

"Double domain superposition?"

Travis's arrogance and calmness have all disappeared at this time.

He took a deep breath with an ugly face, his eyes quickly darkened, and then an extraordinary power of law, which was also intertwined with countless mysterious qi, slowly emitted from his body, along with the ubiquitous coldness. The momentum of the breath is unparalleled.

Ronan turned a blind eye to Travis's actions. He just looked at Travis, and then said calmly: "I can understand your mood, because I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

After saying that, Ronan's figure disappeared and he soared into the air like a Yaojiao ice dragon.

The silver-gray robe made a slight sound under the wind and snow. Ronan appeared at the same height as Travis. The silver-white nightmare tungsten steel flowed down like water, condensing into the shape of two swords in the palm of his hand.

"burst!"

Travis recited a short syllable with a cold expression, and dozens of crescent scythes frozen by the frost exploded together, turning into countless silver-white metal scales and quickly flying back to him.

Travis began to recite the spell quickly, and the powerful spiritual force field and the power of the legal domain spread outward at the same time. The ice and snow in the covered areas quickly melted, and the cold air dissipated. The competition arena that was almost completely occupied by frost began to return to the arena bit by bit. Travis' control.

While Travis was chanting the incantation, Ronan also moved.

He strolled towards Travis with his two swords in hand. The realm of despair built with the power of the twin ice extraordinary realms as anchors had evolved and transformed into a higher form.

The proficiency of [Desperate Frozen] itself has increased a lot than before, and with the equally proficient [Ice Vein], the two auras of despair and extreme cold are intertwined in the field, and the degree of ice is raised to a Unprecedented heights.

Wherever it passes, even the air is frozen into imperceptible particles.

The space in the competition arena was not large. Ronan kept moving forward, and the field of despair collided violently with the force field released by Travis.

The two auras fought and fought, squeezing out twisted shapes in the void.

It is obvious that the realm of despair after the superposition of Ronan's dual realms will gain the upper hand. The space controlled by Travis is constantly being compressed and defeated one after another.

"[Dark Curtain]! [Shadow Harvest]!"

After Travis's force field space was squeezed to a rather narrow level, his spell guidance finally ended, and black rune lines lit up dazzlingly on one side of his cold and fair cheek.

In an instant, the scaly metal around Travis suddenly condensed into an extremely huge crescent sickle, and countless black mist was generated out of thin air, connecting into a large dense cloud.

Like a crescent moon peeking out from the dark clouds, the cold light falls like water.

The silver-white giant scythe released bursts of violent energy particle fluctuations, cutting large black ripples in the air, and silently aimed at Ronan and slashed hard.

The deep, cold and extraordinary power of the law that was wrapped around him and belonged to Travis also completely burst out.

Just one face-to-face meeting smoothly cut through Ronan's realm of despair.

It exceeds Ronan's mental strength by at least ten times, and coupled with the inherent power of the second-level spell, Travis's spell attack cannot be countered head-on even by Ronan's double superimposed power of law.

The wind and snow lingering in front of him suddenly parted, and the strong wind that cut his face blew the white hair on Ronan's forehead, but he seemed to turn a blind eye, and the calmness in his extremely blue eyes was still more stable than an iceberg.

Ronan leaned down gently, crossed his swords in his hands, and took the initiative to meet the huge crescent sickle with a swift forward slashing gesture.

The second before the sickle was about to collide, two surging blue flames rose from the sword like a tornado and wrapped around Ronan's body.

"clang--"

The extremely clear sound of metal collision.

The giant crescent moon scythe that slashed down diagonally trembled slightly, as if its momentum of cutting everything suddenly stopped, and the black mist surrounding the giant scythe also dissipated in large swaths.

Ronan's figure quietly appeared behind the Crescent Scythe. Before he could stop, the spell-breaking flames burning on the Nightmare's swords were so intense that they almost enveloped half of his body.

He cut through Travis' mental force field and legal field force field as easily as cutting brittle paper, and drove straight forward without any hindrance.

"The third kind of extraordinary power?!"

In the audience seat below, a magic circle wizard suddenly squeezed the armrest of the metal seat beneath him, his eyes flashed and he slowly said: "The effect breaks the spell."

Travis watched helplessly as Ronan's figure continued to grow in front of his eyes. The several rings he wore on the fingers of both hands and the black diamond earrings on the earlobes of both ears shimmered.

A protective spell barrier was generated, blessing him layer by layer.

Then, under a pair of silver sword tips entwined with blue flames, the layers were quickly broken open layer by layer.

Travis' sharply contracted pupils reflected the blazing blue that was approaching and enlarging. His expression was distorted and suddenly became ferocious.

The crystalline mental core in his mind vibrated violently.

Travis roared silently, and the spiritual power belonging to the second-level wizard was released without reservation at this moment.

Pure mental power set off invisible and terrifying storms and tsunamis in the void, and Travis's entire body bloomed with an unparalleled dazzling "light" from the inside out!

This is the purest and most direct wizard method, a brutal attack on the spiritual level, a contest and collision of hard power.

No wizard would choose such a fighting method. Even if he wins, his mental power will be seriously damaged.

But at this time, Travis just wants to win, and just wants to make the opponent in front of him hesitate, fear, and give in... to buy a little breathing time to recall the Crescent Scythe!

Under the "light" of the extremely blooming spirit, the young man's figure seemed to be really forced to retreat.

However, Travis felt a little relaxed before he could.

The next moment.

A long and well-proportioned hand suddenly came over, directly tore open the mental force field around Travis that was so thick that it was almost solid, and then strangled his neck fiercely!

When a wizard is approached, someone grabs his neck.

So no matter how noble his identity and powerful his strength were, he would completely lose his elegance and majesty.

With an extremely ugly face, Travis kept trying to use both hands to break away the hand that was strangling his neck, but in vain.

He also tried to summon a spell, but the center of his eyebrows was firmly locked by a sharp and cold feeling.

He still wanted to struggle, but the hand had already pulled him closer.

Travis met a pair of extremely blue and clear eyes. The owner of the eyes pointed the tip of a long sword with steaming silver mist at him, looked into his eyes, and said calmly word by word: "Look , Travis, this is the nightmare tungsten steel you want.”

"But here you go. Can you catch it?"

Travis's struggling movements stopped for a moment, and he stood motionless for a moment, and then the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.