Could it be that Bufan wanted to be a gentleman at this time and show courtesy to the other party?
How is this possible!
If he could attack, Bufan would have launched an attack long ago. The reason why he stood there was because he suddenly realized that he was using a wooden sword!
Based on Bufan's understanding of magic, it is normal to put a shield on yourself before fighting.
So what is the use of this wooden sword? Tickle? You can't break the opponent's defense with this thing, right?
It seems like that’s the only way to go!
Thinking of this, Bufan immediately calmed down and controlled the spirit in his body to flow towards the wooden sword. But then, he was surprised to find that his control of the spirit outside the body was extremely slow, and the operation was full of jerkiness. It turned out that this At that time, he no longer had the magnified thoughts and omnipotence he had when he was just promoted.
Fortunately, I had an experience as a base. Although the control was awkward, Bufan slowly poured his spirit into the sword, and this just took time.
So when Dokron finished chanting the spell, Bufan completed the infusion of spirit.
"You have no hope, Bufan. Giving the mage ample time to prepare spells is the most fatal mistake you have ever made. Accept the punishment, Spear of Ice!" This time, with the shouts of Doklone, the air gradually condensed. Three ice guns were released, which were exactly the moves he used when attacking Bufan before.
Seeing the ice spear, Bufan's calm face suddenly turned cold. He remained silent and slammed the wooden sword in his hand to the ground. With a chirping sound, the wooden sword pierced the ice.
"This ice is so fragile!"
"You, what did you say?" Although Bufan's voice was not loud, it floated into Doklon's ears clearly. Angrily, he began to wave his staff and control the ice gun on his head to prepare for an attack.
But at this moment, Bufan suddenly leaned forward, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, fixed the sword in the ice, raised his foot, and rowed the wooden sword through the ice.
The sound of cracking ice instantly spread throughout the entire arena. Everyone was dumbfounded as they looked at Bu Fan walking on the broken ice as if on flat ground. They couldn't help but wonder, is this good at playing?
People outside were confused, but Doklon was frightened. Others didn't know the ice he created, but he knew it best. Although it looked thin, its hardness was more than twice that of ordinary ice. He didn't expect Bufan to use his wooden sword to easily break the ice layers one after another.
And since he can break the ice, he can also casually pierce his ice armor, which is as hard as the ice. Suddenly, the sense of security that the ice armor gave him disappeared instantly.
Thinking of this, Doklon couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Looking at Bufan getting closer and closer, he waved his staff and controlled the ice spear to stab in Bufan's direction.
"Go to hell, go to hell!"
The suspended ice gun turned from stillness, and instantly drew an afterimage and flew towards Bufan.
Bu Fan didn't seem to realize the attack was coming, and still rushed forward with his head covered.
"Extraordinary?"
And just when everyone thought Bufan was about to be stabbed, Leah raised her hand and was about to swing forward.
But at this moment, Bufan seemed to have eyes on his head. The moment the ice spear flew over, his body suddenly tilted to the right, and just like that, the ice spear that was originally aimed at Bufan immediately missed the target.
"How is this possible? He ran away without even looking?"
Bufan's elegant move shocked the onlookers.
After dodging the first ice gun, Bufan tilted his head and dodged the second ice gun, then took a quick step forward to avoid the third ice gun.
At this time, Bufan was only five steps away from Polyclonal.
"How could a mere swordsman, a mere little swordsman, be my opponent?" Dokron held his staff tightly, with veins emerging on the back of his hand. He opened his mouth with a ferocious face, He uttered a few syllables in his mouth, then waved the staff vigorously,
"Come on, blizzard!"
On the head of the staff, the light blue magic stone emitted a dazzling light, and in an instant, the magic circle took shape.
"Instant spell?" Bufan raised his head and looked at the formations that appeared around Doklone. He couldn't help but be a little confused. The danger he sensed in his mind also stopped him. How could an instant spell have such a large formation? ?
But before he could think about it, his surroundings suddenly became colder. Not only that, the temperature of the entire arena also began to drop significantly, and soon after, snowflakes started to fall here.
Those snowflakes looked soft, but when they touched Feofan's body, his skin immediately suffered frostbite.
"There's something wrong with this snow!" Bufan immediately judged that there was a big problem with the snowflakes, and immediately pulled out his wooden sword to fight against the snowflakes.
Leah in the distance was the most sensitive to the changes in the environment. She was also on the magic side. The moment Doklon waved the staff, she immediately judged that this was not a spell, but a spell, triggering the rules of the world. Spells.
Sure enough, the next moment, the formations that appeared around Doklon proved her judgment. She did not expect that Doklon would be so shameless, and even shamelessly used spells beyond his level in order to win. This was no longer a matter of competition. range.
As time went by, more and more snowflakes began to fall. There was a vast expanse of white ahead of Bufan. The dense snowflakes around him prevented him from taking a step forward. However, relying on the ability of his heart's eye, the wooden sword he was dancing in his hand also made people around him unable to move forward. The snowflakes can't even get any closer.
"This kid should be finished, right?" From Dokron's perspective, there was a vast expanse of white all around. He didn't know if Bufan in front of him had been defeated by him. After all, this spell was stored in his staff. He released the spell through the introduction, but because the power of the spell was too great, he could not control it with his ability. He could only let the spell spread in this area, and he could only stay in the protective circle generated by the spell. to prevent accidental injury.
In this way, he could not attack Bufan during this period. He could only wait for the end of the blizzard, but in his mind, there was no way the other party could sustain it.
Time gradually passed, and finally the flying snow began to weaken, and the entire arena gradually became clear. A thick layer of snow covered the venue, which was extremely bright under the sun.
A snowball piled up in front of Dokron. The snowball was more than one meter high, more than half a meter higher than the surrounding area. Seeing this snowball, Dokron laughed. Such a big snow ball must be extraordinary, I won it!
Just as he was immersed in joy, the audience around him suddenly burst into exclamation.
The next moment, a wooden sword rested on his shoulder from behind, pressing down on his neck.
"you lose!"
"No, no, I didn't lose, I haven't lost yet." Dokron was unwilling to admit defeat. He raised his staff and wanted to fight back, but the next moment, the wooden sword cut through the layer on his neck like tofu. The ice armor touched his skin, and the biting chill actually made him shiver as an ice magician.
"What about this?"
"I, I admit defeat..."
