Ge Sheng was still heading towards Lanzhu without stopping at all.
The three hundred and seventy-one blades in the wind were cutting at him from three hundred and seventy-one angles, so he opened his arms.
There was no incantation, but a blue light emerged from the arm, and then a blue ice blade extended on the arm.
Although Ge Sheng had his own weapon, he didn't think he needed to use it.
He is a genuine mid-level magician, but his fighting method is still close combat.
Although the melee mage sounds very shy, if it is useful and easy to use, no one will refuse it.
That is the purest ice, which comes from magic and is used in combat. It is a matter of course, so no explanation is needed.
Ge Sheng's magic serves his battle. It is so simple and requires no explanation.
So he stepped forward and started spinning.
The right hand that raised its arm cut open the front wind blade, and then spun more cyan blades into pieces.
Jumping while spinning, more wind blades scratched on his skin and hair. Although he said that even a slight deviation would cut him into pieces like a doll, but he said no, Then it really won’t.
So he cut through the seventy-four wind blades, blocked the thirty-nine wind blades, and 260 wind blades streaked outside his body.
So unscathed.
It was a precise and mechanical movement, and it was swift and powerful, surpassing even the most agile cheetah. Ah Che was behind him and saw all his movements clearly. Finally, he fell silent and murmured: "So strong."
Ge Sheng didn't hear this, and he didn't need to hear it.
He broke through the dance of wind blades in an instant, passed through three hundred and seventy-one wind blades, and then came to Lan Zhu.
Lanzhu looked at the boy so close, without any fear and with a sarcastic look on his face.
Because there was a blue protective wall lying in front of him, like a chasm.
Lanzhu held the small jade in his hand, with a condescending look in his eyes, and said softly: "Common people, if you kneel down, I can spare your life."
That is the defense of the spiritual weapon. It comes from the spiritual weapon and is composed of the spiritual weapon.
"There is a natural distinction between high and low among us." Lanzhu said with compassion: "What I have is something you can never imagine, common people."
Only the Lan surname is qualified to possess a rare and unusual defensive weapon. Only the Lan surname has the opportunity to receive the best training and instruction.
"Perhaps you don't know." Lan Zhu looked at Ge Sheng outside the cyan protective wall: "This is a fifth-level earth realm spiritual weapon."
Ge Sheng smiled, right in front of him.
Lan Zhu felt extremely uneasy when she saw Ge Sheng's smile.
He should be panicked and desperate, why would there be such a calm and harmless smile on his face.
"Hey." Ge Sheng said with an innocent smile that was harmless to humans and animals, "You mean? Are you safe?"
Saying this, the boy calmly clenched his fist and pulled back his right arm.
Charge up and punch.
Two years ago, the Nine Treasure Lotus Lantern, which was a palace-like spiritual weapon in the heavenly space system, was cut in half under the hands of this ordinary and innocent young man.
Two years later, he was shaking his fist calmly.
There were no unnecessary movements, clean, neat, and a beautiful punch hitting the cyan wall.
Then he punched through without any suspense.
Lanzhu watched as the wind barrier she was leaning against was penetrated by a punch, cracked, shattered like soap bubbles, and made a soft sound like an eggshell.
He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to know. It was completely out of his control.
But he didn't have time to think about what happened.
Ge Sheng took a step forward and punched him in the chest. The huge force directly knocked him away a foot away.
"Sorry." Ge Sheng lowered his head and said, "You lost."
"How is that possible?" Ah Che couldn't understand the electric and flint battle just now.
On one side is a noble named Lan who is at the seventh level of Qing rank and will enter the realm at any time. He has the best teachings and the most precious spiritual weapons.
One party is a commoner of the sixth level of the Qing class, unremarkable and ordinary.
It was supposed to be an extremely disparate contest, but the winner should have been decided in an instant.
In fact, the victory was decided in an instant, but the winner was the one who should be defeated in an instant.
Then Ah Che covered his face and said, "You have no right to say that you are a magician."
She recalled Ge Sheng's unreasonable punch, and then smiled: "What a barbaric guy, breaking the magic wall with his fist..."
She carefully recalled the process just now, shook her head and said with a smile: In fact, it was Lanzhu who underestimated the enemy.
He fought with the mentality of killing Ge Sheng casually, but Ge Sheng's goal was to defeat him.
Originally, Lanzhu had been raised by his family, and his talent was quite outstanding. He felt that few of his peers could compete with him, let alone this poor young man who was obviously younger than him.
But who would have thought that this young man was actually only one level below him, and had such a powerful and unreasonable fighting ability.
Ah Che looked at Lan Zhu who was lying on the ground in a panic, without any awareness that the other party was his future fiancé: "If you don't use the fancy and beautiful Wind Blade Dance to instantly cast intermediate magic, you may not win, but then You won’t lose so quickly.”
"No." Ge Sheng shook his head and said, "He believes too much in the seventh-level wind guardian."
"Do you think you won?" Lan Zhu covered her chest and laughed wildly as if she had seen the funniest thing in the world: "Uh hahahaha..."
Ah Che suddenly remembered something and bit his cherry-colored lips slightly.
Ge Sheng looked at Lan Zhu, who was laughing wildly, wondering what he would say next.
"Kneel down for me." Lanzhu said while sitting on the ground.
He used an unquestionable command tone: "Then lick the floor in front of you and cut off the hand you used to hit me with your own hands."
A'che turned her head away slightly and walked towards them slowly because she realized what Lan Zhu wanted to do.
"You are not qualified to order me." Ge Sheng looked at him and said seriously.
"No?" Lanzhu smiled: "Do you have parents? Do you have relatives? You don't need to tell me, and I don't need to know about you. I will only promise you that if you didn't kneel down to do this today, Then I will find them.”
"Your family will fall because of you, and your father will die because of you."
"Your brothers and sisters will be slaves and your mother will be my own to enjoy."
Lan Zhu said the most filthy words calmly and proudly. Even at this time, he was still a noble named Lan.
"So, kneel down." Lan Zhu said sarcastically, "Lick the floor in front of you, and then cut off the hand that blasphemed me, if you want your family to be safe."
Ge Sheng did not kneel down, he carefully looked at this calm and proud nobleman.
Then smile.
Lanzhu didn't know why this weird and powerful boy was laughing.
But Ge Sheng had already stepped forward.
"No!" Ah Che warned loudly from behind him.
In her trembling voice, Ge Sheng punched again.
The fist went straight through the air and hit Lan Zhu hard on the side of the face.
It was a blow of a thousand calamities, so Lanzhu was hit by the punch and flew up, rolling two feet away in the air.
Ge Sheng was silent and walked over.
He didn't mind adding a second punch or a third punch.
