My Archangel

Not to mention anything else, just talk about the fire dragon that Morik had just rushed in front of him, even if it exploded ten meters away, the power was quite terrifying.

Since the impact after the explosion is no longer a rune, the decomposition is also useless.

In other words, the next time he wants to break down Morik's magic in advance, he needs to take the initiative to get there and "accept" the magic with his face.

'...Tsk.'

Just as Qiao Wen thought of this, the black mist around him had been dispersed.

However, Molik was no longer in front of him.

Morik was no longer in the area near the area firmly locked by the dragon on the ceiling.

"Boy, you really are pretending to be."

As Qiao Wen quickly turned his head back, Morik's playful voice came from behind him.

"Then let's do it again..."

Under Qiao Wen's gaze, he licked the corner of his mouth with a loud voice.

At this time, Molick, who had circled behind Qiaowen's side, was still convinced that the dragon in the sky had no visual sharing function.

In other words, his means of interference is feasible.

boom!

In the next moment, it seemed as if some explosion sounded in Qiao Wen's ears.

This time, there was no such thing as the flame dragon, and Molick exploded the black mist in his hand, quickly covering the area near Qiao Wen!

Obviously, Molik's tendency is very simple. He uses this trick now. As long as Qiao Wen can't break it, he will be led by his nose, and the dragon's breath that can be used as a deterrent becomes a display.

This is a typical way of grabbing the opponent's weakness and squeezing to death.

And even if Qiao Wen is broken, as a platinum-level veteran strongman, he obviously can come up with a back move.

"Boy, depending on your appearance, you should have very little actual combat experience. It's pretty good to be able to do this, but it's a pity that you met me."

As Qiao Wen's vision was covered again, Morik's voice reached his ears again.

Under the black smoke, Qiao Wen couldn't even tell where Molick's voice came from.

But in the process, he reacted very clearly, realizing that the old oily's shield was still castrated, and he was afraid of his own wind blade, and was thinking of interfering with his own thinking to drill the wind blade around him. Covering the gap in the firepower net, he directly increased the number of wind blades around him, and then continuously controlled these wind blades to rotate around him——

Then, while spinning, as the surrounding black smoke was slightly dissipated, Qiao Wen didn’t have any ink marks. He followed the general direction where he heard Molick’s voice just now, and directly threw a wind blade blindly, drawing out the black smoke. A narrow path.

But unfortunately, I did not guess.

Moreover, because the black smoke itself belongs to the high-purity metamorphic magic power, the wind blade did not last long in the black smoke before it dissipated exhaustively.

Afterwards, the black smoke quickly re-shrouded, apparently by Morik.

'This old oily oil should be started soon, even if you don't do it, continue to drag it like this...I suffer from the consumption of magic power...'

In the darkness, Qiao Wen's thinking became clearer.

He knows very well that if he wants to regain the initiative, he can only find a way to use his strengths.

Compared with Morik, his only advantage... is the only second dragon's breath left...

Then the question was spared.

If he wants to take advantage, he needs to break through the black smoke that surrounds him and directly blocks the possibility of dragon's breath hit.

'This is too much trouble, I can't force it...Is this the platinum rank of the average per capita ratio...'

After gritting his teeth, Qiao Wen knew that he couldn't drag anymore, he didn't hesitate, and directly applied force, the wind blade that originally surrounded him shot directly in all directions!

In an instant, after consuming more than twenty wind blades' magic power at one time, Qiao Wen's vision recovered for a short period of time.

He also saw Molick again.

However, it is a pity that Molick still did not enter the range of his dragon's breath at this time.

Moreover, there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, he had expected Qiao Wen to do this for a long time, staying in place the whole time, waiting for Qiao Wen to waste his magic power.

"Boy, is the reserve of remaining magic okay?"

"Twenty shots of Gale Blade at once, so handsome, but how many times can you come again, once? Twice? Huh?"

When he met Qiao Wen’s sight, Morik’s smile became thicker and his tone was clear: "Speaking of which, are you ready to help uncle move the tinder? It's okay, uncle will show mercy when he is in a good mood. Shift."

"..."

Obviously falling into the wind and receiving merciless ridicule, Qiao Wen's face did not show a reaction that resembled a panic, but was particularly calm.

His current ability to withstand pressure is not as simple as being disturbed by a few words.

At this moment, he had regained his vision within a short time and directly commanded the dragon in the sky to dive down and pounce on Morik.

At the same time, in order to ensure that the control distance between himself and the dragon was kept within the normal 20 meters, he was covered in white steam and his physical fitness increased in a short period of time, and he also took the initiative to approach Molick's direction.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

A sneer leaked from his throat, watching this scene in front of him, Morik was not hurried, very calm.

It is very clear that if he is approached by the dragon to a certain distance, he will have to eat the dragon's breath again. He is not in love with fighting. While spreading the black fog again, he retreats, and he will disappear in the black again. In the mist.

In his judgment, as long as he can consume Qiao Wen for another round like just now, then this tool man dispute... there is no suspense.

Or, although it is a bit risky now, he can actually try to solve the battle directly.

"Still running? Can you run away?"

Seeing this scene, the voice leaked from Qiao Wen’s mouth, as if it was clear that now was his last chance. Dozens of wind blades gathered around him again, and then rushed straight forward, stirring the black smoke, and directly hiding the just now. Molick in it came out again.

At the same time, the giant dragon swooping down in the sky has also locked Morik, who is trapped in range!

'…grass?!Suddenly ran so fast... These white smoke... Could it be that this kid's body strengthened when he used the dragon breathing method?But why didn't the young dragon god have this reaction when he used breathing?'

At this moment, Morik, who was already almost ready even if Qiao Wen ran towards him with the dragon, suddenly panicked when he saw Qiao Wen's traveling speed that was clearly beyond his expectation.

He realized that the intelligence gathered by his judgment here was biased.

The eyelids jumped suddenly, and the vision above was obscured by the approaching dragon.