My Archangel

The cold wind swept across the hall, and several huge wind blades were all formed behind him in a blink of an eye.

The air flow from the blade was surging violently, making a piercing sound, as if cutting the air.

'It still feels a little bit worse... and that's right, although my magic purity is at the top of the golden rank, the opposite is also platinum.'

The corner of his eyes jumped slightly, and after a short estimate, after realizing that there was a gap between the plural wind blades on his side and the Morik Longlong, Qiao Wen directly turned his back the moment he threw the wind blades. run.

boom--!

In the next instant, wind and fire were intertwined in mid-air, and the hot long dragon was cut into fragments of fireballs by several wind blades in an instant.

However, unlike the wind blades, which had no remaining power after passing the flame dragon, these fireballs contracted more solidly and exploded violently!

The thick black smoke screen began to spread to the surroundings in an instant. Although Qiao Wen who left the place in time was not affected by the explosion, his sight was still completely obscured.

"...Hehehe."

Seeing this scene, Morik, who had anticipated this a long time ago, outlined a ghostly animal sneer.

The eye sockets of his eyes were covered with delicate runes, and he had already prepared the means to see things in this thick smoke.

The black smoke was not simply a smoke screen produced spontaneously after the explosion, but the subsequent change of Morik's fire dragon.

It is also the upper magic of the platinum rank.

As for the purpose, it is obvious.

In the current situation where Qiao Wen only has dragon's breath that can make him fear Morik, as long as he uses a little means to block the vision of this little devil, then he is not a chaotic hammer?

This time, as long as he gets close, it is not the kind of "close-range" that is suitable for dragon's breath just now, but the "zero distance" that even the dragon's breath is useless, fist to flesh.

'These black smoke can't be seen through without the purity of the platinum rank, hehe... let me take a look, what will this arrogant and stupid kid... do?Or, let's just let the dragon's breath clear the way?'

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more ferocious. With such words confided from his mouth, his eyes were fixed on Qiao Wen, who had obviously lost his sense of direction in the thick smoke... He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and stepped into the thick smoke. Zhong used his fists to have a 1V1 man battle with this imperfect little devil.

However, in the next instant, as a behemoth rushed out of the thick black smoke, Morik's original footsteps suddenly froze.

As one of the few large buildings in the main city of Lisiren, the area of ​​this guild is quite large.

The floor area alone, including the platforms and areas of each category, is smaller than Vina's cabin.

Regardless of the floor area, the vertical height of the ceiling in the hall is even closer to 20 meters. In this case, Molick’s thick smoke can cover the lower area of ​​the guild hall in an instant. Covering the entire hall in a short time is obviously not realistic.

As his eyes touched the blood-colored pupils of the behemoth, Morik's expression on his face paused slightly: "The dragon summoned by this little devil...could it be possible to share vision?"

The expression on his face was uncertain, Morik was not sure of his current guess.

Because in his original speculation, Qiao Wen's dragon phantom, which has only used dragon's breath as an attack method so far, is probably only manifested through the talent of "Dragon's Breath". The tool dragon is nothing more than.

Don't look at this dragon looks huge, but if it is not surprising, besides breathing dragon breath, it can't even mere physical interference.

It is even more unlikely that there will be such a function of visual sharing.

The reason why he knows so clearly is because Morik had fought with a young god a few days ago. At that time, the tool dragon summoned by the young god didn’t know what it was, and even the most common dragon’s breath was used. No more.

'...But, if there is no visual sharing...what is going on with this kid now?Are you pretending?'

While staring at him closely, he closed his eyes in the thick fog, Qiao Wen with a calm face, Molick's teeth itchy.

He tried to observe carefully, but still couldn't see the reaction he wanted from Qiao Wen's face at this time.

If this is a temporary live performance... then this kid is too courageous.

In the end, Morik gave up the opportunity to attack.

The threat of dragon's breath is still there. He doesn't need to take risks at this time. As long as he uses his own advantages to fight steadily, then this kid will definitely only lie under his fist today.

After all... his dignified platinum-level veteran strongman, if he really rolls over and loses in front of so many people...that would be really shameful.

'It seems that the broom star has stunned himself.'

In fact, Qiaowen's dragon is just as Molick expected. At present, apart from the breath of the dragon, there is no function that can be called "visual sharing".

The height of twenty meters on the ceiling is almost exactly the limit distance that Qiao Wen's tool dragon can leave the body.

The reason why the dragon was able to cross the line of sight with Molick after flying up to the ceiling was simply because Qiao Wen had barely remembered Molick's direction before the black mist exploded.

After all, the giant dragon's eyes are quite big, as long as you look at the general direction, people in the nearby area can have the illusion that they are being stared at.

And even if Qiao Wen took a step slower and Molick, who was seen through his bluff, went straight into the black smoke for a meal of Euler, he was not very panicked.

The shield on his body is still full, and his fault tolerance rate is still high.

'But, is this a real battle... I always feel that... the amount of information to be processed every second is completely incomparable in normal conditions.'

Although he had watched the end of the battle from close range many times before, and it was basically the scene where the two gods were facing each other... but after experiencing it personally, Qiao Wen realized... how troublesome it is to do this kind of thing.

Your own hardware is basic, and every subtle movement up and down the whole body, and even every subtle expression change on the face, must be considered in a very short time.

There is not only pressure from the enemy, but also pressure from yourself.

If he is in actual combat, if his judgment is slightly wrong, or a little late, then he Qiao Wen is one step closer to the sudden death.

And... In addition to your own hardware and judgment, the ability to gather intelligence is also very important.

Just like now, as soon as Molick was deprived of the information that could be collected visually, Qiao Wen directly fell into a situation where he had to rely on "gambling" to barely maintain the situation.

A sudden actual combat is like a factory.

As long as there is a problem with one production chain, the entire factory will be affected.

'But...it's interesting, I seem to be getting more and more excited.'

Although it was the first time to face this kind of thing, Qiao Wen realized that he didn't hate this feeling whether it was soul or body.

The heart beats very fast, and it is not just a sequelae of the overloaded dragon's breath.

'In short, solve these black smoke first.'

It is very clear that my little trick is not possible to bluff Morik for how long, maybe the other party has started to circle the black fog to see if the dragon’s sight has shifted with him, Qiao Wen made a judgment in a short time. After that, several wind blades gathered around him again, and began to disperse the smoke screen around him.

However, although these smoke screens no longer have runes inside, they are still the high-purity magic power released by Molick. Only relying on Qiao Wen's current wind blade strength, the speed of dispersing is not fast.

'These black smoke has now spread, and can only be dealt with in this stupid way. Next time, you can consider using decomposition to deal with this stuff before it explodes.'

While dispelling the black smoke, Qiao Wen's brain is also thinking quickly.

It was only when this kind of real combat was needed that he realized how embarrassing it was to break down the so-called ten-meter range...