boom!
The ground cracked, and a deep ravine was created by the nearly two-meter-long two-handed heavy sword.
Sirilla glanced at the blue-haired young man next to her with a strange expression.
"It's really unexpectedly stupid to send a clumsy guy like you as the vanguard."
"hey-hey."
Mural was not angry, but instead grinned.
It was normal for the instructor to easily dodge the first powerful blow.
This was just a pretense that had been planned long ago. The purpose was to use Sirilla's arrogance to get close to her.
"I am very confident in my arm strength! Instructor!"
Mural flipped the hilt of the sword and raised it horizontally, and then the veins on his arm swung the sword and slashed horizontally.
"Arm strength? Haha...are you referring to those gadgets on the sword?" Sirilla smiled slightly and meant something.
She leaned back slightly, showing no sign of panic.
The two-handed epee is heavy and clumsy, and the initial speed of large-angle horizontal cuts is very slow.
So slow that even four-legged beasts in the mountains can easily dodge.
When the slash was less than one meter away from Sirilla, all the magic textures engraved on the sword lit up.
At this moment, the surrounding air began to compress rapidly and quickly integrated into the sword body.
[Elementary Lightweighting], [Elementary Speed Boost], [Elementary Inertia Acceleration], [Elementary Solidified Sharpness], [Elementary Wind Protection]...
More than a dozen primary auxiliary spells were activated at the same time, increasing the speed of the epee to several times its previous level.
"Become a star! Instructor!" Mural yelled and swung the hilt of his sword wildly, trying to send Sirela away.
Under the superposition of explosive force and auxiliary magic, the tip of the high-speed moving sword even made a sonic boom sound.
This was a blow that Mural used all his strength.
After all, he is a caster, and his only advantage is his arm strength.
Sierra turned her head away from looking at the other person. She was a little disgusted with this behavior of shouting to increase momentum.
Tip your toes slightly back, control the tilt angle of your body, and dodge the heavy sword with a slight difference.
She wasn't fast, she just predicted the trajectory of the blade in advance.
When I first saw the heavy sword, I could already analyze all the spell structures engraved in it.
Therefore, the opponent's next strategy is obvious.
Although Mural's attack was ineffective, what he said next caused a little harm to Sirela.
"Damn it! It was just a hair away! I forgot that the instructor is too short, he should be cut lower!"
Mural looked very sorry, and while thinking to himself, he used the inertia of the heavy sword to throw himself out to prevent the instructor from beating him violently with his backhand.
Sirilla's eyebrows tightened and she silently kept this account in her heart.
She could completely ignore the impassioned insults and complaints from the students.
But if someone teases her about her height, that's a different story...
"Roar!!"
Just when Mural was about to escape, the painted beast roared loudly, and the huge dragon's tail crashed down.
"Tsk."
Sirilla clicked her tongue in disgust and stretched out her hand to grab it in the air.
There's a foot there that someone hasn't been able to escape from.
"Why?"
Mural, who was flying into the air, suddenly felt his ankle sink.
Then he took his most 'respected' instructor and escaped from the coverage area of Dragon Tail.
Rumble.
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the mocking wind moved its thick limbs to hit him head-on.
Sirila landed lightly on the ground with her feet, and used the friction of the ground to slightly adjust the direction of Mural's forward motion.
Then, push forward hard.
"Ouch!" "Ah!"
A moment later, Chaofeng and Mu Laer collided passionately.
puff!
The heavy sword was impartial and inserted right into Chaofeng's huge nostril.
"...Brother, are you okay? I didn't mean it."
Looking at the wailing painted beast, Mural showed an embarrassed smile.
"Huh, huh!"
Chaofeng's breath was like thunder, he blew his nose hard and spit out the heavy sword.
Immediately, a thick line of ink flowed out, probably a nosebleed unique to painting animals.
Click, click, click.
After chewing his teeth twice, Chao Feng looked at Mu Laer with an extremely unkind look.
"Hey, hey, hey? What are you going to do! We are in the same group!"
Mulal quickly took two steps back, having a bad feeling.
"Roar!" Chaofeng rushed forward.
"Oh mom, who is that! Take care of your pets!" Mural ran away.
There were blue veins on Fu Zhexing's forehead, and drawing animals facing the wind made him more irritated than Mu Laer.
Half a year ago, he was also like this when he played against Shangguan Ritian.
Sure enough, the elder of the mountain gate did not deceive me. There are different kinds of painters who can paint animals!
Ignoring the man and the beast who were fighting together, Fu Zhexing continued to control Negative and Yaizhen to rush towards the 'Tyrannosaurus' instructor who was taking a leisurely walk.
Negative Xi swooped down, spitting acid mist from his mouth.
Yaizhen swooped forward, opened his mouth and bit wildly.
Unexpectedly, before the acid mist got close to Sirilla, it turned back into strands of ink and fell to the ground.
Low-level spells are completely ineffective against her, and her energy structure will be disrupted and returned to its original appearance in an instant...
And Yaju's attack was even more unbearable.
As if it had an abnormal sense of distance, it was biting and biting around Sirilla, but it couldn't touch her.
Fu Zhexing was horrified. He squinted his eyes and took a closer look. He saw that a small piece of ground under Yaizhen's feet was moving and rolling on its own, affecting his pace.
What kind of weird magic is this? !
Why can it be launched so accurately under the soles of Yaizhan's feet? !
Fu Zhexing was confused.
Looking at Ba Xia, who was the only one waiting by the side, he was troubled in his heart, thinking about whether to send the last painted beast to help in the battle.
The painted beast is powerful in combat, but its disadvantage lies in its huge size.
Facing the petite Sirella, they were unable to effectively encircle her.
In fact, under normal circumstances, the size difference does not pose a problem.
Because when the two sides are fighting, in order to obtain the best opportunity to take action and avoid the opponent's attack, most people will move frequently and quickly, constantly adjusting the distance between the enemy and ourselves.
But Sirilla seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, either standing still or strolling forward slowly.
Ba Xia is proficient in the art of vegetation. If he can imprison the opponent with vines, he may break the battle.
But in this way, Fu Zhexing lost his biggest defense method.
Although Sirilla has no intention of fighting back at the moment, if it happens to her later...
Thinking of this, Fu Zhexing raised his hand halfway and put it back down, deciding to observe for a while to be sure.
Hoo ho ho.
The sound of biting wind sounded from the left and right sides at the same time.
Xu Fei stabbed hard with his right hand, the tip of the knife pointed directly at Sirela's carotid artery. His left hand held the handle of the knife behind his back, ready to strike, ready to cut off his waist and abdomen with the next blow.
The four Ulavich brothers unsheathed their nine long knives at the same time, and the dense sword light almost covered Sirela's whole body.
Turning her head to avoid Miao Dao, Xi Ruila took a step to the left and rotated around Xu Fei's back.
In this way, the two swordsmen could only attack her from the same direction.
In fact, whether it is one direction or two directions, it does not pose a threat to Sirrilla.
This kind of pediatric sword skill can be easily resisted by her even if her five senses are blocked.
It's just that...the left and right hands are holding the knife in two directions...it feels like the cuckoo bird is flapping its wings, which looks very stupid! Sierra couldn't accept this.
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