There was silence and silence, and Qing stood in front of the house talking to himself like a fool, because no one answered at all, and the obviously threatening nonsense was meaningless like a farce. The already dim moonlight under the dark night was covered by the clouds, and the forest could only see the hazy shade of the trees swaying from time to time by relying on the faint moonlight.

Qing rolled her eyes and didn't know what to say, she didn't run out to say such a bunch of arrogant, why didn't the other party dare to respond since she came, and even knew that the matter was revealed but still didn't leave. The opponent is menacing, and the failure to infiltrate has no effect, which has shown more than once that it is prepared, and full preparation gives it full confidence, and the seamless ability to hide shows that the collection of intelligence is also extremely perfect!

'There's a mole around you!' Qing remembered this sentence with some amusement, where did the lonely person live a traitor, but it is undeniable that his intelligence is exposed, and he was caught by the opponent This rare lack of magic power, and there is no one around to protect the opportunity, such as now, in one fell swoop, basically anyone is in danger and danger, and it is already clear that the winner and the defeat are pinched by others, but! He chose the wrong target, used the wrong offensive plan!

There are so many stupid standing times that the original large amount of mana has recovered somewhat, if it was a suppressive blow just now, then it is difficult to say whether the outcome will be known, but now with a trace of magic that can be dispatched, then the situation will naturally become clear. Qing used his magic power to stomp his foot calmly, and in an instant, the forest enchantment was triggered, and a wave spread from the middle to the surroundings like a ripple, and then bounced back when it hit the outermost barrier, and everything in the enchantment was instantly clear.

At this time, a black light pierced the air, and it was fleeting, silently but especially deadly, shooting along the blind spot of blue vision to the back of the head! This angle is very tricky, and the slightest carelessness or a hint of mental slackness is basically undetectable from this attack, but it is this seemingly fatal attack that gradually slows down when it is close to the back of the head, and the force of the throw falls to the ground as if it was instantly emptied, and the landing of [Ding Ding Bell] is an inconspicuous dagger.

At this time, the second, then the third, and the fourth came one after another quickly, not giving people a chance to breathe, and all angles were controlled extremely skillfully, no matter if any dodge action would be blocked by the follow-up or previous attack. But the result is still the same, the continuous counting of attacks did not achieve the effect and fell to the ground, the same method, the same effect, after the dagger landed, no one picked it up, let alone was retracted, and it was scattered on the ground.

Qing smiled and stepped on the ground again, and the magic power scattered in the daggers around him was drained, and the illusion arrangement that might have been left behind instantly became a real ornament. This is the advantage of the home field, there are countless back-up hands and security measures in a specific environment, no matter how cunning and treacherous the opponent is, there is no need for a little cleverness in the enemy's home field in an iron bucket, but in fact, these tricks are also just cleverness now.