Magic Punk

Under the cover of night, the small glider fell silently into the jungle.

Like a drop of rain falling into the deep ocean.

Xuan Yi took off the dazzling red and white military robe on his body - he is not Lan Liuyan, he has absolute strength so he can run rampant, and the black and gray Dark Star tight-fitting combat uniform inside is not only convenient for movement, but also more suitable for hidden.

As for Ye Ya, the ever-changing Green Wings were originally the best concealment clothing. Now with a slight change, Ye Ya became a forest princess wearing rabbit ears and an emerald green dress woven from leaves.

At least that's how it looks on the surface.

Xuan subconsciously wanted to touch the white, straight and fluffy rabbit ears on the head of the Ninth Princess. Ye Ya was stunned but did not object until the other party's hand began to rub the fine hair on it. Come over, your cheeks instantly turn red: Hey!

Xuan Yi didn't pay much attention to Her Royal Highness the Princess's objection, but asked seriously: Are you sure that in addition to being cute, such ears are helpful for concealment?

Ye Ya said calmly: What human being has such ears?

Elf?

I'm afraid elves don't have such long, white rabbit ears.

Xuan Yi calmly put down the hand holding the opponent's rabbit's ears. At this time, a harsh explosion suddenly came from the distance!

Is anyone fighting?

Should we really say that this is the night of the second day? After two days and two nights of getting familiar with the environment, now all fields are in fierce competition?

Thinking like this, Xuan Yi approached Ye Ya with a tacit understanding and let the opponent's blue wings envelope him.

Through the battle with the Xing Dao Chi brothers, Xuan Yi now has a better understanding of the concealment function of the Blue Wings, which is far more secretive than his own risk of getting close to the battlefield.

Seeing the mist-like gauze covering the two of them, walking like ghosts in the jungle, Xuan Yi couldn't help but smile slightly.

This feeling of mutual dependence and help is better than expected, especially since there is no atmosphere of intrigue.

The girl's rose-like body fragrance slowly filled his nose.

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Yu Qingxuan held the crystal staff, and his beautiful face was covered with beads of sweat.

She was wearing a large, snow-white mage robe, and her long green hair was tied tightly behind her head like seaweed. She looked coldly at the woman in gorgeous clothes wearing a paper mask in front of her, her dove-gray eyes filled with anger and unwillingness.

Are you so afraid to show your true colors to others?

The woman in gorgeous clothes turned her head and exhaled like a blue breath, making the thin paper mask whistle on her face. Then she smiled slightly exaggeratedly: Since you want to see my true face, you can take off the mask and see for yourself. look.

What I hate the most is the kind of man who only talks.

I also hate women who only cry.

Yu Qingxuan silently held the staff tightly and said nothing.

If she had the ability to beat this woman to the ground, why would she say such a thing.

But the other party's method is strange, and she still doesn't know what the other party's ability to know is.

But one thing we can guess is that it is mostly related to paper.

However, are there really boring people who use paper to gain knowledge?

Can it be deduced to this extent?

Yu Qingxuan made a fist with his hands, put it against his lips and coughed twice, then suddenly made up his mind, clenched the staff with both hands, looked at the woman in gorgeous clothes in the air, and said two words calmly.

Wind and thunder.

When wind and thunder come out of your mouth, there will be wind and thunder.

Although orthodox magicians are declining nowadays, after all, with the emergence of various powerful professions in the Zhizhi Realm, the living environment of this traditional and ancient profession is getting worse and worse. However, in the field of high-end powerful people, magicians It can still firmly occupy a place with its more versatile positioning and more destructive magic.

After all, compared to ordinary practitioners who are knowledgeable about physical and mental phenomena, magicians are born as a profession to leverage the power of heaven and earth. Their own magic power is more like a catalyst used to leverage the world. It's like the wad of paper stuffed in when starting a fire.

In other words, with the same magical power, magicians can often make more powerful attacks than other professions.

Of course, only in the later stages of the career.

The moment Yu Qing said the word Xuan Fenglei, the world immediately gave the girl the response she wanted.

She is a magician of the three elements of feng shui and light. If according to the old magic system, she should be at the level between the great magician and the magister, which is far from easy.

If the other party hadn't used that inexplicable and incomprehensible method to make her subject to him everywhere, she wouldn't be in such a mess.

With this thought in mind, with the girl as the center, the whirlwind began to rise slowly, stirring the surrounding leaves, tearing them apart and drawing them into it, and finally formed a green storm, which contained faint electric light.

Nine sections of compound magic.

The wind roared and the thunder roared.

The woman in gorgeous clothes quietly watched the storm gathering around Yu Qingxuan without any intention of stopping it. When she watched the storm slowly take shape and then sweep towards her, she smiled leisurely and raised her hands. He stood up and snapped his fingers loudly at the same time.

At the same time as the crisp snap of fingers echoed, countless snow-white paper airplanes began to fly out from under the hem of the woman in gorgeous clothes. They seemed to be endless, forming a flying fleet in front of her.

Then the white fleet flew straight towards the speeding whirlwind.

The so-called moth flies into the flame, nothing more than that.

But what if there are enough moths but the fire is not strong enough.

Yu Qingxuan watched as the thunderous whirlwind she had expressed hope for was blocked in the air by the opponent's nearly endless paper planes. Although those paper planes that looked extremely weak were indeed torn to pieces the first moment they came into contact with the storm, But I really couldn’t stand the nearly endless paper airplanes flying out from under the skirts of women in colorful dresses.

Is it the fourth-dimensional skirt?

Even at an extraordinary moment, Yu Qingxuan still couldn't help but make such malicious speculations.

But no matter how malicious speculation is, it can't change the reality before us.

Yu Qingxuan could only watch in vain as the torn pieces of paper flew back to the woman in gorgeous clothes, just like a swarm of bees returning to their nest. It didn’t take much thinking to know that these pieces of paper would be broken into pieces. It was reshaped by her, turning into endless paper airplanes and swamping her again.

This seemingly evenly matched confrontation did not last long. After all, one person had everything he said and the other had infinite meaning.

When the last ray of wind was cut away by the paper airplane, the woman in gorgeous clothes put her fingers under the mask, licked her fingers gently and said with a smile: Are there any other tricks?

If not.

Can I enjoy you?

Before he finished speaking, gunfire rang out.

The snow-white turbulence shot out from not far away and crossed the originally not very far distance in an instant.

The smile on the woman's face completely froze before it could turn into astonishment.

Only the huge wound that penetrated from the chest and turned most of the body into confetti was left.