My Archangel

Can't avoid it.

Lifting his head, looking at the destructive dragon's breath that had been fully formed in the giant dragon's mouth and jaw, Morik felt cold.

He knew very well that the more he reached his current level, the more extreme the battle situation would turn.

Sometimes, just a small detail is enough for him to ruin all the advantages he has accumulated before.

And it is obvious that now...

It was overturned.

Under Morik's gaze, the dragon's jaws suddenly widened to the limit, and the boiling air wave spewed out at this moment, directly spraying directly towards the inevitable himself!

Oh no.

Dead.

Ruined--

That's strange.

"Is it true that the same trick can work for me Morik twice? Naive! Stupid kid, you really are a platinum fellow!"

In an instant, countless earth walls rose from the ground, dangerously and dangerously blocking Morik in the middle of the dragon's breath!

However, it is still not enough.

As in the previous scene, these seemingly thick and solid walls melted into bubbles and melted in layers under the dragon's breath.

But it was this short moment of delay that made Molik start to operate!

Under the wall, undercurrents surge!

Molick was actually constantly building new earth walls, while carrying these walls to withstand the dragon's breath for a short time, and then rushed to Qiao Wen's side!

At this moment, in order to ensure that he could control the dragon, Qiao Wen, who had actively approached the magic power... was directly exposed within a range of less than 20 meters from Molik.

At this distance, even under the pressure of the dragon's breath, even if he was carrying the earth wall, Morik was sure to approach this kid before being sprayed by the dragon's breath!

He has moved.

Like a violent hare, carrying Dragon's Breath and Tuchuan on his back, he has gone forward!

In his vision, Molick noticed that Qiao Wen's face was also obviously shocked and unexpectedly panicked.

He even staggered back two steps and almost fell.

It seemed that this little devil, who had been arrogant and boundless since just now, finally knew that he was afraid.

However, it was too late.

Even if he noticed the various fireballs, wind blades and ice cones around Qiao Wen that were used by him in a hurry, Morik did not stop.

The magical shield on the body surface flowed, he knew that this kind of magic that did not reach the platinum level, he could withstand it.

And as long as you can catch this little devil, catch this little devil who dares to look down on himself and speak wildly to himself... it is his victory!

After just half a second, the indomitable Morik against the wall that was continuously melting and regenerating under the dragon's breath collided head-on with a large swath of attribute magic summoned by Qiao Wen.

The explosion sounded, and the smoke loomed around, but Molik still staggered out of it, and went straight to Qiao Wen, who was already unable to retreat!

The castrated version of the shield on his body had been broken.

He was bloody, his armor was shattered, and his face was gray, but Morik's eyes were full of light that reflected Qiao Wen's horrified expression!

That is...the light that is about to win!

Dragon Breath, after he had managed to get close enough to reach Qiao Wen, he had stopped breaking through the layers of soil just a short distance.

"Boy! Good fight! But this time... it's the victory of the master!"

Throwing away the dirt wall he was carrying, Molick jumped up, directly squeezed his punching fist, and went straight to Qiao Wen's door!

At this moment, the whole body was surrounded by fire, and behind was the blood-red dragon that had no effect except for watching the battle. Morik, who hit Qiaowen from a high position, looked like a god of war!

However, in the next second, in Molick's field of vision, Qiao Wen had once again constructed several wind blades at an extremely fast speed.

For some reason, this time he suddenly felt that the speed at which this kid condensed the wind blade... seemed to be twice as fast as the previous few times...

But it doesn't matter!

At this moment, Morik's accumulated combat experience played a decisive role!

Even though he was in the air, facing the oncoming wind blades, he twisted his body strangely, avoiding these wind blades dangerously and dangerously!

Although he still injured his limbs and felt weak in his hands and feet, obviously, this did not affect his next lore!

The entire right arm, which was formed into a fist, was entwined with fire, and Morik judged the speed. Since the physical strength was not enough, then... he used magic to supplement it.

With the current distance, this kid could no longer escape him.

And as long as this boxing, as long as it can be hit... there is no doubt that it is his victory.

Oh yeah, by the way, I almost forgot before I knew it, I can't kill this kid, it's almost enough to fight a half.

Anyway, this is the guild, and the pastor can be cured immediately.

Although this little devil is defiant, let alone, he really has two brushes, but it is a pity that he met Morik.

Given time, the future can be expected.

Moreover, after all, he was the only one who was so lucky to be able to help him carry the tinder, but he couldn't kill him quickly.

Boom!

Thinking of this, Molick punched out and hit Qiao Wen directly.

However... at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

Qiao Wen was indeed hit in the face.

However, it only caused his head to lean slightly to the right by an octave, and his entire body remained unmoved after being rammed by the punching fist.

No, to be more precise, what Molick hit at this time... was only the thin transparent shield covering Qiao Wen's facial skin.

And the shield rammed by the fists and flames that had been released... at this time it did not even shake up.

"…Eh?"