The people in the venue were completely shocked by this speed struggle.

No one thought that a warlock would be able to surpass the speed of an archer!

Shen Yanxiao stopped attacking, just blindly dodging the arrows that Li Xiaowei flew into.

The people in the stands secretly pinched a cold sweat, from the beginning to the present, the arrows shot by Li Xiaowei have covered one-third of the ring, and the area where Shen Yanxiao can move is becoming less and less.

It's hard to imagine that she can completely dodge all of Li Xiaowei's attacks, under the dense arrows, like butterflies dancing among flowers, the beauty makes people can't take their eyes off.

"Why didn't she attack?" People began to expect Shen Yanxiao to show extreme speed again, but Shen Yanxiao had no further plans, she was just doing defense, and she didn't get close to Lixiao at all.

Li Xiaowei was already a little anxious at this time, the result of not being able to hit the target made him unbelievable, and what was even more terrifying was that the purple mist that swirled around him seemed to carry some kind of special force, and as time passed, he could clearly feel that his strength and vision power had been seriously affected.

The speed of shooting is no longer as fast as it used to be.

He finally understood that Shen Yanxiao's extreme speed attack just now was to cast a spell on him, he didn't know much about spells, but he was able to make judgments based on the changes in his body.

This spell will only gradually reduce his speed and vision, and if he continues, he probably won't need to fight it at all, because after a while, his vision will become blurry.

The most important thing for an archer is his line of sight, and all attacks without his line of sight become clouds.

Li Xiaowei was anxious in his heart, but he was helpless, he didn't know how to lift the spell on his body.

This is also the terrible thing about the warlock, as long as it is close, even if it is only for a second, it is enough for a powerful warlock to cast a spell, as long as it is locked by the spell, then everything after that will be under the control of the warlock.

The people in the stands finally discovered this, and they watched as Li Xiaowei's attack speed became slower and slower, and the pace under his feet became heavier and heavier.

They realized that in just a few seconds, Shen Yanxiao had already laid the foundation for this victory.

Everything that followed fell into Shen Yanxiao's control, Li Xiaowei, who had lost his vision, became a lamb to the slaughter, and Shen Yanxiao easily won this game!

Looking at Li Xiaowei with his hands hanging down in the ring, people felt the horror of the warlock for the first time.

Other classes may require many battles to take down opponents of the same level.

But a warlock, with just a small touch, can make the opponent lose his armor!

This is a desperate truth.

"I lost." Li Xiaowei's eyes were already blurry, he couldn't even judge Shen Yanxiao's position, holding the arrow that had not yet been released in his hanging hand, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no unwillingness and anger on his expression.

"You're already strong." Li Xiaowei admits defeat, which means his victory, Shen Yanxiao stepped forward and removed the spell on Li Xiaowei's body.

The eyes became clear, the sense of weight on his body disappeared, and Li Xiaowei felt that all this feeling was very wonderful.

"Your skills are not as good as others, you are better than me." Without the slightest discrimination, Li Xiaowei decisively admitted his failure and Shen Yanxiao's strength.