A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The ground was scorched black, sweeping the gate, the foundations on both sides were cracked, and the glass gate was rolled outward together with dust.

The third magic circle expands like a hula hoop and slides down from the arms to the feet.

Speed ​​Magic!

The leg muscles tightened, bursting out with great strength.

Li Xiang's figure disappeared immediately.

In the exploding ice, a faint figure stuck to the wall, avoided the chaotic elements in the center, and rushed into the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Saw.

The fiery red magic circle was faintly visible in the mist.

Magic induction!

The elements are chaotic like the clothes of the students leaving the gate after school, red and blue are intertwined, and the earthy yellow is hidden at the bottom.

Without the slightest pause, when the magic was activated, his body burst into the water mist.

The scarlet spear shone dazzlingly.

The spear stabbed forward.

The most dazzling, like the sun, exudes a scorching breath.

This is where the magician comes in.

Screeching sirens sounded in the distance.

Li Xiang suddenly felt that the world became very slow.

His mind seemed to be connected to the spear, and he could clearly perceive every inch and even every trace of the spear in his consciousness.

The red thorns lit up.

There was a tearing sound as the spear passed, and the two air waves separated from the air, like a fish swimming against the current, splashing water.

A towering sound like gold but not gold.

Li Xiang felt that he had hit something, but it wasn't the magician's body.

The mist is dispelled by the waves of impact.

is a card.

Can't see the back.

On the front is a man holding a rose in his left hand, carrying a burden on his shoulder, wearing colorful clothes and a laurel wreath on his head.

Tarot?

Thoughts flickered.

Li Xiang looked at the unfamiliar face who turned his head, and frowned slightly. He didn't recognize him. Was he unlucky and involved in some incident?

The man was about 30 years old, with sharp edges and corners, revealing a sinister meaning, and a white robe that was dragged to the ground, without redundant patterns.

When he saw Li Xiang, a slight surprise appeared on his stern face, as if he hadn't expected that he was fighting against a boy who looked like a high school student, and his voice was blunt: "Who are you?"

Li Xiang glanced at the Tarot cards.

Floating in the air, a rose-colored mist spread from the left hand of the man on the card, like a shield, blocking the tip of Li Xiang's spear.

This is obviously not magic, but some kind of magic dress.

Ten meters away from the two, the police car had already stopped, but the person who opened the door seemed to have fallen into some kind of illusion and kept spinning in circles.

It seems that the man in front of him is not a reckless person. If he gets rid of the crowd at the station in a short time, completes his purpose, and leaves in time, it will be difficult for even the legal department to track him down.

Seeing Li Xiang's silence, the man's tone was slightly angry: "I don't know how to live or die!"

He raised his hand.

The man on the Tarot card seemed to come alive. He turned his head to look at Li Xiang, and roared out a silent wave of air. More fog, like a galloping sword light, drew deep traces in the air, cracking the wind. Bitterly slashed at his head.

Blood sprayed.

In the twilight and the surrounding water mist, the man saw Li rolling towards the head, surrounded by red blood drops.

"No, that's not right!"

The man turned around suddenly.

Invading the bone marrow, completely exposed to the ice and snow, with undisguised murderous intent, in front of him, the scarlet spear had already reached his eyes, only a few centimeters away from his head.

Behind the gun was Li Xiang who could be seen roaring towards him.

Rich knowledge of magic, let the man understand it in an instant.

It's fantasy.

When he talked with Li Xiang and his emotions were beating, a silent illusion unfolded.

There is a third person intervening in the battlefield.

Facing Li Xiang's spear, he still had the energy to think, so he was naturally not afraid.