Cataclysmic Transformation

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"what--"

Ron's eyes widened, and Xia's attack worked. I saw a big hole in the body of the black knight. There was no trace of blood in the wound. The burning fire burned the black knight's half body black, a smell of burning smell. Spread out.

The power of the Black Knight is spreading, and even Homelin's soul power has signs of instability.

After this move, Xia Ya's breathing also became rapid, and the towering **** also fell together, showing that this move consumed a lot of grudge.

Xia Ya grinned reluctantly, "Is this the so-called undead magic? It doesn't seem to be too good ..." She pointed at the one-handed knight sword in her hand and shouted, "You have already lost, and don't hurry up and capture!"

Homelin rolled his eyes strangely and smiled, "Hey, lost? It's still early ..."

With that, he flipped it with one hand, and a cyan air appeared in his palm, tangling around his fingertips.

"Death winding ..."

The blue air mass was gently pushed out, and a cold cold wind was like the evil spirits from hell, with a powerful evil force, but his goal was not Xia Ya, but the Black Knight.

Why should he bombard the Black Knight?

Ron's heart almost jumped out of his throat, is Grandpa Khomelin crazy?

Even Xia Ya was taken aback, protecting herself with a shield.

No, Homelin is not crazy ...

I saw that the youth's air mass wrapped the black knight tightly like soft cotton. There was a black air on the black knight. The injured half of the body actually grew out of miracle, and it seemed that there was no harm at all.

Xia Ya was completely dumbfounded, and the Black Knight returned to combat, feeling more fierce than before.

"Grandpa Khomelin, what was that undead magic just now? It's so powerful, in just a moment, the black knight recovered." Ron was communicating with Khomelin with his soul.

"It's nothing." Khomelin smiled. "Death winding, it's just level 6 undead magic. When your strength reaches the high level necromancer, you can release it ..."

"This magic can not only heal undead creatures, but can also be used as a battle magic, Ron, you have to watch it carefully." Khomelin said seriously.

"Well, Grandma Homelin, I will!" Ron nodded heavily.

At the moment when the souls of Ron and Khomelin intersect, the Black Knight has already started to attack, and he fights with Xia Ya. The black knight's attack and defense are extremely powerful. Just a black knight, he fights Xia Ya It is difficult to separate.

At this time, Xia Ya had no previous pride. Now, her hair and sweat are scattered on her face, and her breathing is short. Even the moves have become scattered, and she was defeated by the black knight's bone gun.

At this time, Xia Ya knew that the other party's undead magic was far beyond her imagination, and she deeply regretted her reckless behavior.

Especially in the face of a fifteen-year-old child, Xia Ya's self-esteem was greatly affected. Unexpectedly, her strength as a genius was even worse than a fifteen-year-old child.

Looking at the little figure next to him and the indifferent expression on his face, Xia Ya was in a state of chaos, and even her moves became unruly.

On the other side, Khomelin was light-hearted. While he was commanding the Black Knight with spiritual knowledge, on the other hand, he personally Ron, through his words and examples, plus live examples in front of him, Ron looked more and more felt There is a feeling of rushing.

"... A necromancer is not as simple as summoning undead creatures to fight for himself. Such a necromancer can only fall on the lower ranks. The same necromancer has the same strength as a real necromancer. The strong man must be able to perfectly cooperate with the undead creatures he summoned, so that he will become two or more active attackers, and the opponent will be busy, like this ... "

Khomelin said, making a mysterious gesture with both hands. At this time, Ron felt that the raindrops around him were like being gathered together, and a powerful force filled the entire space.

"Lon" 's body appeared a faint light blue light, where the light went, a lot of soul power was condensing.

"Bone Spear ..."

A spear suddenly appeared in the hands of Khomelin. The spear showed a white color, and the bones of Bersonsen showed a sense of evil. The only thing Ron could be sure was How powerful is the soul power contained.

At this moment, Khomelin shot without warning, the long bone spear with a strong rotation, making a piercing sound.

Bone Spear, with a powerful evil spirit force, relentlessly flicked Shaya's one-handed knight sword.

When fighting, I was most distracted. Then, the black knight bone gun was swept down from the horse. When she stood up, the sharp bone gun pointed at her throat.

At this moment, Ron also understood the meaning of cooperation.

"Does the Necromancer cooperate with the summoning creatures? I think I can do it ..." Ron thought silently.

Lost, I actually lost! And also lost to a waste necromancer.

Xia Ya's heart is blank, he! He is a fifteen-year-old child.

Xia Ya looked at Ron incredulously. Is this really the strength of a fifteen-year-old?

"You lost ..."

At this time, "Ron" stood in front of her, his face did not have any complacent appearance, only a calm expression.

"Just kill me……"

@ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html Xia Ya closed her eyes, she could not bear the humiliation of such a disastrous defeat, and the hot tears rolled down.

"I don't like killing people, you go ..."

Khomelin was not a murderous man, he didn't feel any murderousness on Xia Ya, so she let her go.

"I ... I ... I'm going to kill you ..." After hearing this, Xia Ya not only did not feel happy, but felt infinite humiliation. She ignored the bone gun in her throat and threw it at Ron fiercely.

"Damn, this little Nizi is crazy ..." Seeing this, Homelin was startled and hurried away.

At this moment, his mind turned, the black knight moved, and the bone gun swept across Charlie, Charlie crouched down in pain, and then, "Ron" gently spit out the word.

"Bone prison--"

I saw a click, and several long white bones protruded from the ground, holding Xia Ya firmly inside, unable to move.

"You killed me ... you killed me ..." Xia Ya did not know why, shouting hysterically, her fragile self-esteem shattered like a crystal ball.

She collapsed!

"Cough ..." Huo Meilin coughed and said to Ron, "This little Nizi is a little crazy, and I will leave it to you, let me deal with it ..."

Khomelin turned into a black gas and disappeared into the ring.

Ron felt that the control of his body was back, he moved his hands and feet, and then turned his gaze to Charya trapped in the bone prison.

Xia Ya received a lot of excitement, her eyes were dull, her eyes were blank, and her mouth murmured, "Kill me ..."

If it is defeated by a strong man, it is better, but she is defeated by a 15-year-old boy. This is unacceptable for Xia Ya, and it is also the reason for her proud self-esteem collapse.

A pair of worn felt boots with bare feet appeared in front of her eyes. Charlie slowly raised her head. Ron walked to the bone prison and reached for her sword.

"Are you dying?" Xia Ya's face appeared relieved, and she closed her eyes. "It's okay to die, so I don't have to face this humiliation!"

Faint tears hung on his fabulous face, but the stubborn expression made people feel love and pity, and Ron felt a trembling heart.

For a long time, Ron sighed, "Come on, don't follow me ..."

After he finished speaking, he thrust Xia Ya's sword on the ground and turned away.

Xia Ya was angry, she bit her silver teeth desperately, and the shame of the fiasco did not make her so angry.

It was a kind of ignorance, naked ignorance, that is to say, the other party, a fifteen-year-old child, did not put her in the eye at all, and did not even kill her too much.

Charlie's eyes shone murderously, saying one by one, "Ron, you will regret it, you will regret it ..."

There was a crying cry from Xia Ya in the valley, but Ron had already gone far.

...

Ron didn't worry about Shaya at all. Grandpa Khomelin told him that the bone prison would loosen after a while. This bone prison could only trap her for a while. With Shaya's ability, it was not difficult to get out of the trap.

"Grandpa Homelin, what the **** did you say about the lady? Why did she come to kill me, and I let her go, she seemed dissatisfied?" Ron asked Homeriin innocently.

Khomelin smiled, "She is a knight, and the dignity of the knight does not allow her to fail, especially in your hands."

"Why?" Ron asked. He really didn't understand Xia Ya's mentality. He let her go and hated herself, but why?

Khomelin smiled and did not say this. He used Ron's body, but his strength was his own. Imagine that a self-proclaimed genius was defeated by a 15-year-old child. It was Ron who could understand the blow.

Seeing Homelin not answering, Ron also turned to other topics, laughing, "Grandpa Homelin, that pretty lady's strength doesn't seem to be too good ..."

"No, Ron, you are wrong ..." Khomelin smiled. "She is very strong. At her age, her strength can reach such a level. It is indeed not easy ..."

"You reached this level at her age, and I am very happy ..." Khomelin smiled.

"Wow, it turns out she's so powerful, Grandpa Homelin, did you use all your strength to defeat her?" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course ..." Khomelin smiled.

"No, I only used 20% of my strength ..."

"..."