I obviously just want to be a dragon

Chapter 93
That was a feast.

A feast of spiritual arts.

At one end of the horizon is an army of phantoms coming in like a tide of beasts.

Professionals gathered at the front of the line of defense one after another, protecting the camp behind them, like a dam about to face the tide, but behind them, countless rays of brilliance rushed out like a meteor shower, blasting towards the incoming wave of phantoms.

"[Form 25 Hundred Lights]!"

"[Type 36 Vigorous Explosion]!"

"[Type 41 Bubble Mine]!"

"[Type 59 Jiaoyan heat source]!"

A range of attack-type spirituality techniques were used by a group of warlocks one after another, making the ring arrays appear on the wrists of the warlocks one after another, looking extremely gorgeous and brilliant.

All of a sudden, the incoming phantom army was ravaged.

Hundreds of thunderbolts descended from the sky like laser beams, raging in the phantom group, bombarding back and forth, causing bursts of roar.

The ground turned into a poisonous explosion and exploded, causing the poisonous liquid to pour down like a torrential rain.

Bubbles fell lightly and spread all over the battlefield. Once touched, they immediately turned into terrifying shock waves and exploded one after another.

Fountains of magma rose all over the battlefield, bringing scorching flames and turning everything into a sea of ​​​​flames.

Facing all kinds of offensives, phantoms were completely reduced to tyrannized wretches.

"[Thirty Styles: Scorching Sparrow]!"

Even An Zijin used the strongest spiritual technique he had mastered at this moment, setting off waves of high temperature and rain of fire. While rubbing against the air, he made the sound of birds singing, It swept out and landed on the battlefield ahead.

Under this astonishing offensive of the incoming phantom army, except for a few who were able to respond, the rest were devastated before they even had time to react.

Lightning and fire were accompanied by roaring sounds, and the venomous rain curtain caused the phantoms to emit scorched smoke as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid.

The violent roars of the phantoms were replaced by screams and wailing at this moment.

But the army of phantom demons still persevere towards this side, their eyes are fierce, their faces are ferocious, and their crazy appearance is like a beast that has been hungry for many years. started going crazy.

"[Form 25 Hundred Lights]!"

Seeing this, Su Ming who was in the group of sorcerers, like An Zijin and other sorcerers beside him, was not stingy about outputting his own spiritual power.

It's just that he only used 25 moves, a low-level spiritual technique. Even though he wasted so much, the spiritual power continued to surge as if it didn't decrease much, which made Su Ming feel that he wasn't enjoying himself enough.

He wanted to let go of his hands and feet, and directly output with all his strength.

He even wants to use the only high-level spirituality technique he has mastered, the 88th style with earth-shattering power———[Fate World Turn].

If it is a technique that is superior to many spiritual techniques, has already reached the peak of advanced spiritual techniques, and is close to the taboo techniques ranked 90th and later in the sequence, then Su Ming is confident that all the phantoms in front of him will be instantly wiped out. destroy themselves.

But in that case, Su Ming would run out of spiritual energy, fall down completely, and become an ant picked up by others at will, and expose all his details.

This made Su Ming only suppress the impulse in his heart, and patiently continued to use 25 moves to help the army of phantoms in front of him "scrape".

But the more he endured, the more irritable he felt in his heart, as if his whole body was bound by something, which made the fluctuation of spiritual power around him a little disordered.

The rush of spiritual power ran more and more violently in the body.

The heartbeat is also accelerating, making Su Ming feel hot all over his body.

"what happened?"

Su Ming noticed his abnormality, he was a little stunned, and felt more and more irritable.

"Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin next to him seemed to have noticed Su Ming's abnormality, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Su Ming.

Seeing this, An Zijin's heart skipped a beat.

Because, she saw it.

Seeing Su Ming's face, it was unexpectedly ferocious.

"Brother Su Suming? What's wrong with you!?"

An Zijin was a little scared, but also a little anxious.

"Me?" Su Ming seemed to be awakened, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

An Zijin didn't believe it at all.

With Su Ming's appearance, it doesn't look like he's okay at all.

But when An Zijin was about to lean towards Su Ming, she suddenly noticed something unusual.

I saw that on Su Ming's forehead, there seemed to be some lines that suddenly appeared and then disappeared, which made An Zijin stunned.

"what is that?"

An Zijin thought about it and wanted to speak, but for some reason, she couldn't speak again.

Because, An Zijin also felt that her heart was beating faster and faster, and her heart was getting more and more irritable, which made her feel like she couldn't vomit.

If An Zijin could see her appearance at this moment, then she would find that the same lines on her body suddenly appeared and then disappeared, flashing and flashing like disillusionment.

The difference is that An Zijin's lines appear almost everywhere on his body, while Su Ming's lines only appear on his forehead, and the scales are obviously different.

Of course, neither Su Ming nor An Zijin noticed this.

The two were just silent and irritable, and continued to release spirituality techniques towards the battlefield ahead, as if they wanted to vent something, and their techniques gradually became irritable.

Su Ming and An Zijin like this also did not realize that with such venting, their spiritual power fluctuations became more and more chaotic, and the spiritual power in their bodies was also skyrocketing crazily.

Such anomalies naturally won't fail to attract the attention of people around them.

"Hey, look at those two"

"Is this the first time they have released spirituality?"

"Area-of-area attack-type spirituality techniques consume more energy than ordinary spirituality techniques. Even if they use low-level spirituality techniques, if they release them without interruption like this, the spiritual power should have bottomed out, right?"

"Who are they? Where are the senior three-star warlocks? Or hidden four-star warlocks?"

"No, look at their uniforms."

"That's clearly two students!"

"is that a lie?"

"It's just a student, can you have enough spiritual power?"

"Damn it"

The warlocks around became dumbfounded.

Even the few three-star warlocks who were regarded as king bombs by this line of defense looked at each other in blank dismay, and the eyes they looked at Su Ming and An Zijin became a little strange.

But Su Ming and An Zijin, who were in an abnormal state, didn't realize all of this, and they were still releasing spirituality techniques as if they were catharsis.

Just when the fluctuations in the spiritual power of the two of them were so disordered that they could set off an air current and blow away the surrounding warlocks, a vision occurred.

"what!"

A warlock screamed for no reason, spurted blood all over his body, and fell directly to the ground, life or death unknown.

"Shh!"

A dark shadow appeared from behind the sorcerer. His hands were as sharp as blades. After pulling out one hand from the fallen sorcerer, it was immediately bathed in blood and threw itself on the other side.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of tearing, You Ying bit off the warlock's neck, and began to suck up blood trembling all over.

"not good!"

"Fuyingmo!"

"Everyone be careful of your shadow!"

There were bursts of exclamations and roars, waking up the warlocks whose attention had been drawn away by Su Ming and An Zijin, and also waking up Su Ming and An Zijin.

"Fuyingmo!"

Su Ming's complexion also changed suddenly.

Voldemort, a phantom that can cling to shadows and act like a ghost.

They can't appear during the daytime, but once it's night, they will turn into the most terrifying assassins and start brutal hunting.

When everyone was focusing on the phantom army on the battlefield ahead, these silent ghosts sneaked over and appeared in the Warlock's camp.

"Woo~~"

"Woo~~"

Like the whistling of black wind, Shadow Demons appeared one after another from the shadows of warlocks one after another, killing everyone present.

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!".
The sharp blade sliced ​​across the warlocks' bodies, causing them to scream and tear apart in an instant.

"Counterattack!"

"Fight back!"

Someone kept shouting in a panic, so that all the warlocks had to stop the range attack spirituality technique they were preparing, and use other techniques to start fighting the Shadow Demon.

"Oops!"

"Go and support the warlocks!"

When the hunters in front discovered this situation, they were shocked.

But they didn't have time to turn back to support, and the army of phantom demons, who had lost the scope of the warlocks' range attack spiritual spell bombardment, roared ecstatically and rushed towards them at a faster speed.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Zijin!"

"Boy!"

Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei yelled, but they couldn't come back at all, they were entangled by some strange phantoms.

"Go away!"

Lei Hao rushed towards Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei, swiping his big sword vigorously, protecting the flustered two people.

Xu Qianqian, who took out the dagger, was about to meet the enemy. Seeing that Su Ming, who was in the warlock camp, was also being targeted by the Voldemort, he subconsciously turned around for a moment and wanted to rush over.

"Qianqian! Be careful!"

Seeing that Xu Qianqian was distracted, Li Wei hurriedly shouted.

"You really care about that Su Ming, my dear sister."

Xu Yanyan was leading the hunters of the Xu family to fight against a group of sharp blade demons, and happened to see the situation on Xu Qianqian's side, and a sneer twitched at the corner of her mouth.

Xu Qianqian quickly regained consciousness, resisting the urge to rush to the rear, and faced two screaming monsters that rushed from mid-air.

All the professionals began to fight their own enemies in the chaotic formation, causing blood, broken body and limbs, corpses and swords and swords to appear continuously.

At this time, Su Ming was indeed entangled.

"Woo~~~"

A Voldemort sprang out from the shadow behind him, and pierced Su Ming's back with a claw.

"Brother Su Ming!"

Seeing this scene, An Zijin couldn't help but screamed.

"------!"

Su Ming only felt his temples twitch suddenly, and his own spirituality frantically alerted.

"[Type 28 Spiral Fire]!"

At that moment, without thinking about it, Su Ming turned around and released a large area of ​​flames.

On his forehead, the weird lines finally fully emerged, reflecting the firelight, it was extremely ferocious.

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