Super God Summoner of League of Legends

Chapter 168 Living To Death ([-])

Death has come, use it!
Xiao Mo, run, open it!
Youmeng Spirit, open!
At the same time, the Weakness Technique and Fear fell on Boxer at the same time, and the situation of both sides immediately changed.

Wu Zhi was surrounded by bone-eroding wind and sand and the breath of death. Youmeng in his hand had already communicated with the power of the moon and turned into a moon blade, exuding layers of hazy moonlight.

It was evening at this time, the place where the moon force was closest to the mainland, and it was also the time when the moon force was most surging.As soon as the Moonblade came out, the air above the cliff began to dry up slightly. This was because the surrounding cold air gathered on the weapon in Wu Zhi's hand!

Swinging the sword in his hand, the moonlight gushes out from the long sword, turning into a dazzling light curtain covering Wu Zhi's body, and then turning into a beam of light, announcing that he rushed towards the boxer!

Celestial combat skills, bright moon in the sky!
There was a crackling sound in the air, and after a closer look, it was found that the air was frozen into ice by the cold air, and it was crashing down.

The boxer was in a weakened state, and his expression was in a trance under the effect of fear, but at this time, Wu Zhi's nearly full-strength attack suddenly came, hitting the boxer hard!

The moonlight around Wu Zhi's body gradually dissipated, and he half-kneeled on the ground panting heavily.

But the boxer stood stiffly in place, his whole body was covered by a thick layer of ice, like an ice sculpture!
"You boy."

The dark magister next to him was startled by the situation in front of him. He didn't expect that the target's counterattack would be so vicious in just a blink of an eye. It was obviously just level [-] trash, but not only was he able to escape from their hands for such a long time, Now he is even freezing his companions!In that ice layer, the life and death of Boxer is still unknown!
Wu Zhi raised his head, looked at the ice sculpture beside him, and grinned grimly.

This guy had fought against Raven the Exiled Blade before. Although he looked normal on the surface, he actually suffered some injuries.It can be seen from the fact that this guy took off the armor on his body and changed into a suit of clothes - the previous armor must have been torn and worn out, right?
It is precisely because of this that, under Wu Zhi's various skills, the strengths of the two sides are changing, allowing Wu Zhi to make a move and complete the seemingly impossible miracle of defeating level [-] at level [-]!
But Wu Zhi knew that this guy was not dead yet.After all, it is an eleventh-level boxing soul powerhouse, whose physical fitness and vitality are very strong after all, even in this situation, he still has a breath.

The dark magister next to him was about to strike in anger, but at this moment, Wu Zhi suddenly did something that horrified him.

I saw Wu Zhi put away the long sword in his hand, and then waved his hands, and seven or eight scrolls that looked simple in shape and faintly exuded magical fluctuations appeared in his hands!
Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhi's hands burst out with flames of grudge, directly spreading all these scrolls!
The next moment, above the cliff, the air suddenly became agitated, and various magic elements visible to the naked eye began to hover, and an extremely dangerous atmosphere was brewing rapidly!

These scrolls were all scraped by Wu Zhi from the ring of the dead young master of the Mobo family.

For that ignorant and incompetent young master, in addition to all kinds of precious magic items and gold and silver, there are more magic scrolls that are worth thousands of gold in the ring!
Of course, most of these magic scrolls are defensive. These ordinary people carry one thing that can be used as a life-saving card in a critical moment. There are dozens of them in this guy's ring!
As for the offensive magic scrolls, there were also seven or eight scrolls, all of which were taken out by Wu Zhi at once, and all of them were triggered!

"This lunatic!"

The dark magister cursed, then turned around and ran out of the cliff without looking back.The verdicts of the three Guangming Sacred Cults moved far away the moment they saw Wu Zhi take out so many scrolls.

And at this time, on the top of the cliff, under the superposition of multiple magic scrolls, the magic has already started a riot!

In the sky, clusters of huge fireballs mixed with boulders slowly appeared, and then fell down like meteorites falling to the ground.At the same time, around the cliff, there were countless small dark blue wind blades circling and cutting, and some gravel was splashed into the air, and was cut into powder almost instantly!

Others include roaring water dragons, raging thunder and lightning, bursting icicles and so on.All kinds of large-scale and powerful magics bloomed in this area. All of a sudden, above the cliff, there was a scene of doomsday, like a forbidden zone of life!

The boxer who had been frozen into an ice sculpture had not waited for his companions to rescue him, but he had already been smashed into pieces by fire, stones, thunder and water, and thus turned into pieces.

And Wu Zhi, who is almost in the center of this area, is even more miserable. Although he has a huge defense boost provided by the holy angel, but under this kind of magical disaster, he can only last a few seconds longer That's all, after a while, his body was covered with bruises!

The dark magister who took out the magic coverage in time cursed in the most vicious language, and then saw together with the verdicts of the three light saints, a vague figure staggered in the magic storm , stumbling, walked to the edge of the cliff, and then suddenly jumped down!

Amidst the whistling wind, there was a loud and joyful voice faintly: "Hahaha, you bastards of the dark church! Don't you want the treasure of Prince Aviles? You have conspired for a hundred years to plot the ruins of the yellow sand, and now How does it feel to fail? You will never get those things! I can kill a fist soul before I die, and I am worth it!"

The corners of the dark magister's eyes twitched, his face was so gloomy that it almost turned into ice.But at this time Wu Zhi has already fallen into the abyss, falling into the deep ravine where the sun cannot be seen.
"This lunatic!"

In the end, the dark magister snorted coldly, turned and left.The mission that came out this time, not only the mission was not completed, but the treasure fell into the deep ravine, it was almost impossible to get it, and even the life of the companion was put on it, which can be described as a complete failure!

After the dark magister left, the three judges waited until the magic storm dissipated before they came to the cliff again. At this time, the cliff was already in a mess, and the top was cut off by three or four meters.

"What happened to the treasure of Prince Aviles and the conspiracy of the dark church that Wu Zhi said before he jumped down? Is there something else hidden about this matter?" said a light-type magister.

"He completed his coming-of-age ceremony at the Huangsha Ruins before. Could it be that he broke something about the Dark Church there?"

"Hmph. No matter what the secrets of this matter are, what kind of conspiracy the dark church has. But there is no doubt that this guy is practicing undead combat skills privately. You have seen the situation just now. The strong breath of death must be undead warfare. Undoubtedly skilled."

"The target has been confirmed dead, and our mission has been completed. We can go back and hand it over. As for what Wu Zhi said before he died, let's report it to His Majesty the Pope first!"

The three judges confirmed Wu Zhi's "death", and after some discussion, they left the cliff.

Perhaps such a passage will be recorded in the history books of the Church of Light or the Church of Darkness.

"Wu Zhi, the son of the light of the holy sect of light, passed the test of the goddess, and was titled Glory; with the same body of magic and martial arts, he is the capital of the sky. Later, he was found to be practicing undead combat skills privately, turning his back on the light, and he committed a heinous crime. The soul of the fist died together in Dishangjian, born at the age of 22"

PS: Thanks to the book friend "Star Stealing Boy" for the reward.

(End of this chapter)