Chapter 226: angry

The flag is used to arrange the magic array.

The finalist of the illusionist is to draw a phantom array. They can't draw a phantom array during the battle, so they will draw the illusion in the flag before the battle, so that only the flag will be arranged when the battle is over. can.

The most important point against the illusionist is to prevent them from arranging the flag. Once the illusionist’s flag is set, the effect of the illusion is very beneficial to the illusionist, whether it is an ordinary illusion or a illusion. The threat of killing is very big.

Therefore, Zuo Yun did not succeed in a shot, and the next shot stabbed the dark flag on the ground.

However, when Zuo Yun’s shot was stabbed out, a black mist emerged from the flag, and when the mist appeared, it shrouded toward the left cloud.

These black fogs are a way of blacking soul attacks.

Strictly speaking, this flag is not a black box to arrange a magical position, the black flag is just a bait, when the left cloud attacks the bait, the black flag will release the black fog, and the left cloud is tied.

No one will let the illusionist arrange the illusion when it is more than the battlefield, but the magical battle mode is flexible and changeable, and Zuoyun has been careless for a long time.

"Want to destroy my flag? Dreaming..."

A black sneer appeared on the face of Black, and then the flag of several colors was continuously thrown on the ground.

At this time, Zuo Yun was tied by the first flag, and naturally there was no way to separate his mind to destroy the flag behind the black.

"Puff puff……"

Black screamed and threw out six flags, which were arranged in equidistant hexagons, just trapping the left cloud in the middle.

Then the black screams out of the illusion, and a real element is input into it. The six flags are illuminated at the same time, and the phantom is activated.

Zuo Yun was hard to get rid of the black fog generated by the black flag, but then he was caught in the black illusion, and the left cloud standing in the illusion was like a big enemy. Sting out.

In all fairness, Zuo Yun's shooting method is very strong. When each shot is pierced, it is like a poison dragon. The top of the gun is even more shining. This kind of shooting method can not be made overnight, and almost no one on Xiaoyufeng knows that Zuo Yun will use a gun. This shows that Zuo Yun has a big practice in the dark.

However, Zuo Yun, who is in the illusion, is stabbed in the air with every gun. Even if the black is close at hand, Zuo Yun can't find it!

At this time, the black screamed with a smile, and took a water fire stick from the whiskey ring and walked slowly to the left.

"Being in my magical array, I can't tell the true and false of the illusion, you can only let me kill at the moment!"

The black-sounding array is not a fantasy array, but a very strange magical array. It will not be harmed in this magical array, but the magical array will create a lot of black-sounding illusions. The rifle of the cloud's long volley is the illusion of assassination of black cymbals.

Therefore, Zuo Yun’s shooting method is even more powerful. At this moment, he is unable to distinguish the true body of Heming in the illusion. Therefore, the battle of blacking should be able to win easily.

But just after Heming came to Zuoyun, when he was ready to raise the water and fire stick to Zuo Yun, Zuo Yun seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned around to return a carbine.

"call--"

The long gun was pushed from the hand of Zuo Yun, and a little cold on the tip of the gun was straight toward the black chest.

Hei Minggan did not realize that Zuo Yun could find his true body in so many illusions, so he suddenly saw Zuo Yun’s so fierce blow, and the whole person did not react, and suddenly took a breath of coolness. The whole person is desperately shrinking to the side!

"Hey..."

Although the speed of black-sounding was fast, the clothes on the chest were still cut by the long gun of Zuoyun, and a sound of rupture of the cloth was heard.

Zuo Yun shot a hit, followed by a shake of his hands, and the voice of the followers was a few guns.

The black beep was scared to climb on the ground, and eventually escaped the shots of Zuo Yun.

"This, this guy..." The black face was gloomy. After the original fantasy was opened, he thought that this fight had already won. I didn't expect this guy's perception to be so sharp, under the siege of many illusions. Also able to find your own body!

With the power of black-sounding phantom, Zuo Yun certainly cannot identify the authenticity of the illusion, which shows that Zuo Yun itself has a very keen sense of ability to lock the black-sounding killing.

The forged illusion in the magic array is the same as the ontology. Even the killing can be forged, but the strength of the black sound can't reach that step, so it will happen just in that scene.

"I didn't expect you to have a good sense of power, but you are a little stunned! How about this time?" Black smashed out a slender spar and pressed it in toward the illusion, when the spar was After pressing in, suddenly burst into a surge of energy.

The magic array is the control center of the magic array. After adding energy, the magical array arranged by the black sound is more powerful.

I saw that the face of Zuo Yun suddenly changed, standing in the center of the illusion, as if to see its horrible things, the long gun in the hand is even more than two or three, and from time to time still reveals the color of confusion.

Hearing with a smile, the hand-fired water-fire stick once again stepped forward to the left side of the left cloud. When the left cloud shot a gap, the black-sounding stick fell on the shoulder of Zuo Yun.

"Tianhang stick method!"

As a illusionist, Heming’s accomplishments in the formation are amazing, but his own attack power is not strong, but after all, he has a congenital perfection, and this stick goes out to the left cloud without any defense.

"Hey!"

A heavy hit will leave the left cloud a few meters away.

Although Zuo Yun ate the stick with this pain, the whole person rolled from the ground, and slammed the rifle at a very fast speed. The long gun in his hand swept around himself.

It is a pity that after the black beep gave Zuo Yun a heavy shot, it was already far away, and Zuo Yun’s gun was swept away.

"I thought this stick could smash your shoulder blade. I didn't expect your defense to be good. It doesn't matter. Some time is..." Black-faced face sneered, continuing to circumvent the left cloud's attack direction, from behind him. near.

"Hey!"

Black is another heavy stick, but this stick is knocked on the left vest of Zuo Yun.

After the smashing of this stick, Zuo Yun finally got something, and a blood spit out...

"Hey, Zuo Yun met the magician. It was unlucky. He couldn't break his magic array. He could only beat it!" The textor shook his head, and the highest disciple in Xiaoyufeng was played between the applause. He was sure to be happy. Not up.

"Zuo Yun admitted that he lost, why should he persist in it! If he loses a fight, he will not go out. I didn't expect him to be so embarrassed!" another supervisor frowned.

Luo Zheng looked at the left cloud that was being beaten in the battlefield. It was indeed a simple matter for Zhai Yun to admit defeat, but Luo Zheng understood that Zuo Yun’s martial arts heart was extremely tough.

The most important thing about this kind of martial arts is to persist! It is also the most precious kind of martial arts among the military.

He refused to admit defeat casually because he did not want to break his martial arts heart! If he admits to casually, the heart of the martial arts will collapse. If he sees any opponent in the future, he will admit defeat. What motivation does he have to grow?

Unless Zuo Yun completely loses his combat power, he will try his best to fight for the last strength. This is the insistence of a warrior!

Zuo Yun’s talent is not strictly calculated, but the tough martial arts heart has made him go all the way to perfection, so the cultivation is not only a matter of talent, but also his own efforts and persistence.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Xiao Yufeng’s disciples did not think that Zuo Yun’s first battle would be so bad.

The black watering fire stick looks like a wooden stick, but if it is a well-known refiner, it can be distinguished. The stick is made of Xuanjinmu for hundreds of years.

After talking about the Xuanjinmu planting, it is necessary to cook with boiling oil for the first half of the year, saying that after the whole body is cooked, it is only used to engrave the runes on the top, and to add a layer of dark iron to create a close to the upper spirit. Water fire stick.

This stick is not only very heavy, but also much harder than the average gold iron. This squats up and can kill people alive.

Zuo Yun was smashed by a dozen sticks, and there were more bruises on his body. The bones didn't know how many cracks he had, but he still relied on a will.

There was a cruel smile on Black’s face. The smile was like a naive and cruel child, and the smile of the frog that was caught was torn apart.

"Enough!" The mentor got up and went up and shouted near the battlefield: "This fight, our Xiaoyufeng disciple Zuo Yun admits defeat!"

Black Ming dropped the left half of the dead and left, facing the text teacher and smiled: "Is this unruly? You can't admit defeat on his behalf, hehe."

According to the rules, the text tutor can't admit defeat on behalf of Zuoyun. Only Zuo Yun himself can be admitted.

But Zuo Yun is now lying on the ground, dying, can't help but watch Zuo Yun be killed by this kid?

"Kid, are you a disciple of Jiuzhangfeng?" The literary instructor asked coldly, the meaning of threats between the words, although the thirty-three peak tutors have little right, but if there is no background behind the black, I want to This yin can still be done by this kid, not to mention the literary mentor and Su Lingyun as the reliance, Su Lingyun is the most short-sighted, although the focus on Zuoyun is not as great as Luo Zheng, but if she let her know that Xiao Yufeng’s disciple was The disciples of other mountain peaks are so beaten and bullied. I am afraid that they will not be willing to give up. Today, Su Lingyun is not here, otherwise she is afraid that she will have rushed up.

"What about my disciple of Jiuzhangfeng? How? The text tutor, do you have any opinions?" At this time, a grandmother with a cane came out. This old woman is the mentor of Jiuzhangfeng, although it is not high, but it is not high, but The age is very old. It is said that even if some real people meet, they must call her a flower mother-in-law.

When I heard the words of the flower mother-in-law, the words of the textor’s words suddenly became a stagnation. This flower mother-in-law is indeed a difficult person to deal with.

But seeing the left cloud dying, the literary enthusiasm from the heart, the whole peak is not a fight, this kid is so cruel, can be tolerated, can not bear, when the proper mentor is arguing, the referee suddenly announced Heyin won, and the original left cloud suddenly fainted.

The rules of the whole peak and big ratio, one party directly admits defeat, or loses combat power, that is, defeat, left cloud can not hold, the referee naturally declares that blackbird wins.

The sergeant glanced at him and jumped to the battlefield. He took the left cloud.

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