Magic Tower Starry Sky

"The Starry Sky of the Magic Tower (

Great magician Kabanbai is a landlord, and this happened again. He still has to send this junior Dharma saint away, and discuss some aftermath by the way. Whether it was the other party who brought people to smash the scene, or the other party who smashed the scene, they were all slaughtered. As a Dharma Saint, he was stabbed with a sword! Both sides have to have an explanation for this nonsense.

After Lin watched the others leave, he turned his head and walked towards the room where the printing press was installed.

Along the way, the mages and apprentices who had come out to greet the Dharma Saint retreated to the sides one after another, lowered their heads, and did not say a word. They were frightened.

They never thought about conflicting with the Empire's First Magical Battalion. In the fight, they actually won the fight, and they never thought about it. When the Dharma sage fell to his knees, everyone felt as if they were dreaming.

One of the reasons it's especially hard to believe this is true is how quickly it all happened. Before they even figured out which side to stand on, the matter was over.

So when the man who they originally thought was useless except for mathematics, the elusive magic, and a lich, walked in front of them, none of them dared to look up at him. They retreated one after another and made way for them.

The footsteps were heavy, the atmosphere was dull, and the corridors of the mathematics building seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dead silence. But there are still people who don't speak, as if they are feeling uncomfortable, and ask someone: "Hey, you are not doing well today. Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Lin replied: "Diannian, it has nothing to do with you."

"You look like you're going to step into the dark side of the Force, you say it's nothing to do with me?"

"Whoever catches me wants to step on me. I have endured it for so long. Occasionally I don't want to bear it anymore. Is it still hindering you?"

In response to someone's angry answer, Xia Qie suddenly turned a corner and said, "Just say something if you're worried about her."

"Who am I worried about? What's more, her safety doesn't need other people to worry about it."

A certain sword smiled. Looking at someone's distraught appearance, the group of unlucky ghosts who died so miserably before were indeed swept into the tail of the typhoon, otherwise, how could this guy be chopped up. Even a big man who showed no obvious hostility was stabbed with a sword, and his old life was almost lost. This is still the guy who can't beat the one who didn't come home last night; if he wins, this won't be a horror lover.

Xia Qie continued to argue with someone: "You know that what I said is not safe, Mensao Man. Some things, if you don't tell her yourself, it's useless for others to say a hundred words. So this matter , you can only solve it yourself, no one can help you."

"Quiet! Believe it or not, I'm saving money to build a magic tower. I'll build a huge catacomb and throw you in it. Even if you are a boxer, nothing can bind you. I don't believe in this situation. You can also destroy the entire underground palace."

In an angry voice, Lin took the box and walked into the room where the printing press was installed. It's just that his conversation with Jian aroused the attention of everyone in the room.

"Don't, don't do this, we really have a companion who was treated like this. I don't want to have the same experience."

"Well, when you mention this, do you want me to help you rescue him? Or should I help him change places with you. "

"No, don't do the same. That guy is a trouble. He was locked up like this because we gave you human advice. If he is released, who will trouble him?"

Lin raised the box again and came to the front, saying: "You will be called a troublesome guy by your hopeless character, how bad is that one?"

"Let's put it this way, he can be regarded as the only one among us who regards himself as a weapon and is also very happy to perform the duty of a weapon. He especially loves to destroy his own people to prove his strength."

"Just listening to it makes me feel terrible." During the time we spent together, Lin also understood that Xiaqie's swordsman is not only a weapon. It is true that those who hold them use them as weapons, but this does not mean that they like this arrangement, they just seek perfection and cooperate with the holders. After all, they have to have someone who can take them on a trip and talk to them.

However, the kind of heterogeneity in the box cutout is really unimaginable. "Among you also have this troublesome personality."

"That's right. In your terms, it's a black box cut. Demon King? Insadu, that's what he calls himself, although I don't know who helped him pick up the name of the middle school, and Or how he thought of it himself. As for the appearance, I don't know what he will look like."

As soon as Xiaoqie mentioned this name, everyone in the room was suddenly startled and froze for a moment. Then he looked around and confirmed that there was no figure before returning to normal activities.

And this scene, of course, fell into the eyes of each person in the dialogue. Xia Qie said in an annoyed voice: "It seems that they have heard of this name before. It feels bad, is he released?"

Someone whose attention has been diverted casually said: "Ask?" With just that one sentence, everyone can see that everyone avoids someone's eyes, and even hides by the wall or corner, trying to hide themselves hide. It looks like it's telling someone not to ask him something, and it's best not to even mention it.

Lin was thinking about whether to ask someone to force him to see what they knew. Xia Qie helped them out first, and said to someone: "Anyway, if you meet him, just take a detour."

"Hey, you can't beat the opponent?"

"The most important thing is that it's troublesome. I don't want to have anything to do with him at all. You want to start the printing press. Hurry up, hurry up, I also want to see what the printing press looks like after it starts up." He urged someone to say.

But being interrupted by a certain sword seemed to have forgotten his original negative emotions, Lin said: "Over the Dreamland Tower, if you want to see the simulation effect, you don't need other people's help at all. You can activate it however you want. , and see better and bigger printing presses.”

"You said it was a simulation, and it doesn't feel like looking at the real thing. Hurry up, hurry up. Don't you have a lot of things to do later, do you have time to procrastinate here?"

On the other side, Fasheng and his group boarded the carriage to leave. On the carriage, Babak Abnahan's students were hurriedly undoing their teacher's clothes, preparing for emergency treatment of injuries. The great magician Attila sat directly opposite and asked, "Didn't you put on the elven mithril mail armor? It was pierced by someone with a single sword."

The soured Dharma Sage looked at his friend angrily, and let his student remove his robe, revealing the silver chain mail that was shining faintly underneath. When Attila saw it, he said, "That's right, it's this one. Could it be that you...you're wearing it! Could it be that you sold the original one and replaced it with a piece of scrap metal to make up for it?"

"I've always had only one trump card to save my life."

"Is it really the elven chain mail that was bitten by the golden dragon but failed to bite through?"

"That's it."

"Then what's the matter with that sword? It's sharper than a golden dragon's teeth!" Attila asked in surprise.

The golden dragon is widely recognized as the species with the highest physical destructive power, especially its teeth, which can break whatever it bites, with few exceptions.

The elven mithril mail armor worn by Babak Abu Nahan is a technology specially provided by the royal family of the elven empire in the past. It is light and thin, and it will not interfere with the wearer's use of magic and perception of magic power. At the same time, it can provide powerful defense force. It can be said that it is the most important reliance for him to conquer the north and south.

"Everyone only noticed that man's movement magic, or they were confused by another lich who has the name of the devil king. It seems that that person only needs to pay attention to these two points. They didn't think about the sword that needs to be noticed. In my impression, it seems that there is information mentioning that it is a box cut, which can talk, and then there is no other point. But that sword can read my thoughts. Just this point, how to pay attention to it? Not too much."

As a magician who has reached the level of Babak Abu Nahan, he pays great attention to the protection of spirit and soul. He is very clear about what Xia Qie came into contact with and got a glimpse of his thoughts. Those are some thoughts floating on the surface, that is, things that are being thought, that will be glimpsed by the sword.

If the other party really got a glimpse of the most important secret in his heart, there would be no room for change. If you don't do it, if you don't do it, if you don't stop, either he will die or I will die. Fortunately, that step has not been reached. But he couldn't guarantee that if he continued to be pierced by that sword, he would not be able to see more secrets in his heart.

Fasheng Babak Abnahan breathed out. "Really, this man still has too many secrets, it's not the time to deal with him." Even though he didn't bring all the belongings for the battle with him, it was the accidental failure~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But even if it was true Armed, he has no certainty of victory.

After taking off the elven mithril chain armor, everyone looked at the chain ring so fine that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, densely intertwined with each other, a flawless creation like a work of art, unexpectedly there was a gap in the front chest and back. But when the mail armor was flattened, it seemed that the gap didn't exist, and it couldn't be seen for a while.

Look at the wound on Babak Abu Nahan's body. If there were not bloodshots that kept coming out, everyone would not be able to see where the wound was. This only shows one thing, the sharpness of that sword has reached an unimaginable level. Therefore, the tissue around the wound will not be damaged, there will be no eversion, and there will be no adhesion. Compared with this new wound, the old scar next to it is still more obvious.

Attila checked his companion's injuries and asked, "It doesn't look like a major problem from the outside. How do you feel? Are there any broken bones?"

While speaking, Attila pressed on the wound. The pain made Babak? Abu Nahan bared his teeth and gasped. Cursed: "Don't be rough, I'll be fine."

"It's unbelievable, this beautiful wound. Find a priest and recite the healing spell, and no one else will be able to see that there was a wound here."

"I like to appreciate it so much, go get a sword by yourself, and go home and watch it slowly."

He took out a bottle of healing potion, sprinkled half of it on the wound on his chest and back, and poured the remaining half into the mouth of his injured friend. The great magician Attila asked: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"What do you mean?"

"This is a dead person. Nine people died in one breath, almost two teams. Even if they died because of private work, there must be an explanation from the military department. This is still under your nose occurring."