The Psychic Girl

"Look at how cowardly you guys are, I'm going to take action first!

Where are you going, little sister? Do you want me to accompany you? ! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Accompanied by an obscene laugh, the man who had previously insulted Ye Lianxi and the others finally couldn't help but show up first.

"You came just in time! It was not convenient to attack here just now, but you brought yourself to my door!"

Gong Yimian, who was originally facing Ye Lianxi, turned around while speaking. He had wanted to teach him a lesson while waiting, and now finally had the most appropriate opportunity.

"Hey! You, a young boy, still want to be a hero and save the beauty? Practice for a few more years before you challenge Grandpa!"

The man looked at Gong Yimian with disdain, and a faint spiritual energy immediately emanated from his body. A black blade wrapped in spiritual energy also appeared in his hand. He quickly approached Gong Yimian who was standing in front of Ye Lianxi.

Worried that Ye Lianxi might be injured by mistake, he jumped away immediately.

It turned out that the man was a practitioner, or what is now called a Reiki master.

In less than a moment, the black blade had swung three times, leaving a trajectory that seemed to penetrate Gong Yimian's body. Its speed was as fast as a weightless wing, but Gong Yimian dodged it every time.

The man probably didn't expect that Gong Yimian would be such a difficult character to deal with. His expression gradually changed from smugness at the beginning to surprise and finally to panic and even fear.

The attacks were dodged one by one, but the spiritual energy had been consumed by more than half, and the man was embarrassed. While the man was stunned, Gong Yimian had already circled behind him and said with a chuckle,

"Is this all you have? Now it's my turn to fight back!"

"What are you guys still standing there for, you cowards? Quick! Come on! Get these two people's number plates first!"

Gong Yimian stared at him blankly, and the sudden cold look made the man sweat coldly down his back. He immediately shouted for help from the people around him who were ambushing like him.

But no one here is as stupid as him. Everyone is waiting and watching, hoping to reap the benefits after the fight between the parties, so no one has come forward.

That eye glowing with white light, a burning pure white light, just one glance at it was as if countless pairs of sharp swords were piercing into his body, making him unable to move.

The silent king of the earth,

He who knows the principles of the changes of mountains,

Brave warrior,

Behemoth the Resolute!

My great ally,

Following the sacred contract of blood,

Starting from the beginning of my bloodline,

The end of my bloodline.

Answer my call...】

The spell words that had been muttered had already begun to be chanted when Gong Yimian had been dodging the attacks, and now they were just waiting for his final urging.

"…Bury my enemies!"

As this last sentence was chanted loudly, the originally silent forest soil began to rumble as if rocks were shaking, and the underground that was tightly connected to the trees began to shake instantly.

The ground began to crack and sink, spreading from the man's feet. It seemed as if countless hands were pulling the man towards the crack in the ground that had cracked for no reason.

Everything happened too suddenly, and many speculators who had been hiding in the dark were also affected.

They seem to have forgotten one thing: for warlocks who inherited the natural power from their elven ancestors, the forest is their best place to gain benefits!

The spells drawn by the sorcerer can generally be divided into five different attribute categories, namely gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

Gong Yimian knew the rules of the test, which were that one was not allowed to take anyone's life, so when he used the path he walked along when avoiding the attack as the station, he chose an earth-based technique that was loud thunder but little rain. It looked very lethal and had a wide range of impact, but the actual damage it caused was limited and relatively mild.

Although Gong Yimian did have the intention to kill the man with the number 80 on his chest.

Bending down to pick up the number plate that the man had dropped on the ground, Gong Yimian snorted coldly, feeling that he had finally vented his anger for Ye Lianxi.

At this moment, a man with a plate number 173 on his body and wearing a simple light grass-colored samurai outfit jumped up lightly from the sinking ground. The man's hair was tied tightly into a bun on his head with a light grass-colored headband. From head to toe, there was no other color on his clothes except light grass.

The sword traced the path of the sword in the darkness. His sword pierced towards Gong Yimian like a needle mountain.

Seeing that everyone else around him had almost given up, No. 173 was still persisting. It seemed that this man's hunting target was Gong Yimian!

As long as he defeats Gong Yimian, plus the card number 80 that Gong Yimian just got, he can directly get four points. In this way, as long as he protects himself and the guard card, he can accumulate the full ten points!

This is definitely something worth trying.

An invisible sense of oppression followed the edge of the sword and came towards Gong Yimian and the others, but Ye Lianxi felt that his sword was unusual.

She, who was originally just watching the fight from the side, immediately rushed to Gong Yimian, sacrificing a strand of black hair floating on her shoulder to stop him from counterattacking and chose to quickly retreat to avoid him.

However, the swords that attacked from all directions, such as straight strikes, sweeping strikes, and falling strikes, were relentless. With the help of the thrust of the sword winds, Ye Lianxi and Gong Yimian quickly retreated to ten meters away.

That sword was not ordinary. It had a deep resentment attached to it, and the long-term killing and blood on the sword made it even more violent and bloody.

It seems that the man in front of him is not just a spiritualist, he also practices witchcraft. If he attacks improperly, he may suffer the backlash of the sword.

As the influence of the technique that Gong Yimian had previously launched gradually faded, some people around him began to recover from their shock.

Ye Lianxi and Gong Yimian both knew that two fists were no match for a group attack, so the most important thing now was to escape from this surrounded place as quickly as possible.

Without saying a word, they looked at each other and nodded. Gong Yimian immediately bit his finger on the ground and drew a rectangular rune in the air. The blood dripping from his finger left a red mark in the air, and a faint white light flashed.

Gong Yimian, who has elven blood, has a talent for attracting natural spiritual power that most warlocks can't even dream of. When faced with an emergency, the power of his blood can help him complete magic circles and rituals instantly without chanting.

Just as everyone reacted and prepared to rush forward to besiege the two and seize the number plates, Gong Yimian looked up and shouted.

"escape!"

Time seemed to stand still for a second. As the world spun, the earth escape rune suspended in the air began to emit a brilliant light. The spiritual energy of countless creatures floating from the depths of the forest spontaneously became the power of this rune. In the blink of an eye, the two people who were still in everyone's sight disappeared at the same time...