Alchemist Prager's short, sleek mage robes were custom-made.

In addition to the constant protection spells up to the 7th order, the inside of this robe is also sewn with dense long pockets. All kinds of special alchemy potions needed for combat were placed in fixed places by him, so that they could be accessed anytime and anywhere.

In order to train his technique of quickly obtaining alchemy elixir, he also spent a lot of effort to find an old thief who had accumulated old age, and practiced his fingers with unusual flexibility. Often, as long as the mind moves, the slender ten fingers will find the alchemy potion they need in the shortest time.

Pragg walked forward quickly, while quickly holding the spell, silently preparing the spell.

He didn't just play with the waste wood of alchemy potion, but relied more on the immediacy of alchemy potion to accumulate a combat advantage for himself, and used crazy spell attacks to crush the enemy, but the final word was still a serious spell casting.

The reason is simple.

Although he is a genius level 14 alchemist, the magic potions he can refine can only imitate the highest level 5 spells, and there are also great system restrictions, which cannot completely replace the regular spell casting.

Prager is fast. In the blink of an eye, the distance between him and the young "summoner" was less than a hundred meters, and the shadow of the void was even closer. Without waiting for the other party to react, the alchemist had already laughed and quickly ejected the 2 tubes of reagents.

The reagent exploded near the shadow of the void, and the purple-black elixir instantly volatilized into a thin purple mist, enveloping the area. Although this purple mist is not aggressive, it can interfere with the transformation of space, as long as its medicinal power does not evaporate, the guy in the shadow plane will not want to switch back to the main plane smoothly.

Prager no longer cared about the shadows of the void, and laughed all the way straight to the young mage, and the long-planned "dimensional anchor" in his hand was ready to be stimulated at any time. But just as the alchemist was struggling with arrogance, the blessings on his body, "Defeat the enemy" and "Danger Prediction" issued a sharp alarm to him at the same time.

This couldn't help but make his face change drastically.

Before he could realize that something was wrong, he suddenly felt a sharp pressure on the outside of his moving body, and the earth shield blessed by his body moved quickly, blocking a crazy spinning moon wheel in time.

The one-meter-diameter giant moon wheel resembles a high-speed spinning cutting machine, splitting the shield of the earth in two with the momentum of the alchemist's galloping speed. As soon as the shield of the earth shattered, the moon wheel collided violently with the mage shield that came out of the projectile body. For a moment, sparks splashed everywhere.

At this moment, Prager was really dead.

This unexpected surprise attack caught him off guard, and he didn't even have time to disperse the "dimensional anchor" in his hand, so he could only throw it indiscriminately to the opposite side, and then he freed his hand to touch his alchemy potion. And a few bowl-thick main vines under his feet slammed into the ground, which barely stopped the advancing body. Due to the excessively rapid force, several main vines burst into countless tiny cracks at the same time, and fishy and unpleasant green juice flowed out from them.

The moon wheel appeared suddenly, as if it had been waiting there invisibly until the alchemist's body bumped into it. And it is a pair of cold and ruthless "black hands" that hold the moon wheel. The slender and perfect contours of the fingers and the hideous and terrifying cold and hard shape, the two extremely opposing thinking senses, give people a sense of apocadox violence.

The "black hand" only extends to the wrist and disappears inexplicably, as if the alchemist's enemy is this mysterious strange hand. The moon wheel clenched by the black hand did not exert any force at all, and the shield of the earth was actually crushed by the alchemist's own momentum.

The mage shield outside Pragg's body, while well covered by the shield, is not as tough and dense as the Earth Shield. Under the powerful external sniper, the mage's shield began to squeak, twist, and deform...... At one point, the sharp moon rings were even 11 centimeters away from Prager's fragile neck.

As a great alchemist, Prager swears he has never experienced such a horrific scene. He was gritting his teeth and braking hard, but the enemy's flickering blade was still slowly but surely advancing towards his neck...... No, seriously, it's Prager slowly stretching his neck towards the blade in the hands of his enemies.

Finally before the mage's shield shattered, Prager stopped himself. He raised his hands lightly, and his ten fingers danced like blooming rose petals on his chest. A barrage of alchemical potions slid through his fingertips at a rate of three rounds a second, smashing into the hidden enemy like a cannon.

It's a pity that in terms of combat power competition in close range, ten prags together can't compare to a phantom girl who relies on agility to eat. The dozen or so alchemy reagents were picked up one by one by a lightless dagger poking out of the void, hovering and staggering in mid-air, dazzling and thrilling to see, but neither of them would rub together between the ups and downs.

Now that the ghost girl has appeared, she doesn't plan to hide her head and show her tail anymore. To be honest, she alone is enough to defeat most of the "noble mages" and "scholar mages". In the Undead Realm, in the Abyss Realm, the Phantom Girl is alone, and she can single-handedly cut a thirteenth or fourteenth-level elite lord by herself, not to mention the weak human mages of these main planes.

With a soft sound, the mage shield outside Pragg's body finally burst when it couldn't withstand the cutting of the moon wheel. At this point, the alchemist's protection against physical attacks has been completely stripped away. Although his body was still filled with a brilliant magical glow, for the phantom who was close at hand, it was no different from the naked body.

"Protect against energy damage", "Psychic shielding", "Psychic protection"...... But they are all special protection, and the only thing that can help him is the "Halo of Thorns". But the "Thorn Aura" is more of a manifestation in terms of attack and counter-damage, and it is also of little help to his close physical defense.

Prager couldn't care about anything else, his body quickly retreated under the backlash of the vines in his lower limbs, and the instantaneous white light of the "Mage Shield" began to flicker on his body continuously.

It's a pity that hand-to-hand combat is really not the caster's forte!

The black hand is gone.

Under the control of the black hand, the moon wheel carried an incomparable ferocity momentum, breaking through countless shield obstacles all the way, and slashing through the alchemist's neck like lightning. There was no blood spilled, there were no two places on the head, and in the misty glow of magic, the frightened Prager quietly disappeared into the dazzling white light.

A hundred meters away, a hazy figure staggered out, and looking at the figure, it was the alchemist Prager who teleported out in time.

Prager's face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and he raised his hand to touch his neck, and a fine blood mark quietly appeared. Although his own trigger "teleportation technique" was activated in time to teleport him out, his neck was still cut by the enemy's sharp weapon.

Come to think of it, Prager was a little scared. Fortunately, the triggering spell that he had always had on his body was the "Teleportation Technique" rather than the "Stone Skin Technique", otherwise even with the blessing of the "Stone Skin Technique", it would be impossible for the soft neck to withstand the cutting of the enemy's moon wheel, so he would definitely end up with his head falling to the ground at this moment.

At the thought of being careless and almost ending up with the most miserable death in the world, the alchemist Prager couldn't help but be furious. But before he could stabilize his mind and re-protect himself, an illusory and hazy figure had already attached to his body from behind.

"You seem to be angry, don't you? Need me to help you get out of your troubles? ”

A soft, sweet chuckle rang out in Prager's ear, accompanied by a thin, cold black hand stroking through his neck, and the shallow blood streak that had already closed his mouth exploded.

Prager disappeared again in a glow of white magic.

The young mage, who had been holding his arms and watching the excitement from a distance, couldn't help but smile bitterly, the ghost girl was really sharp! Her she's hidden and the "Phantom Blade" that can't run away when nailed, it's really not enough for an ordinary academic mage to meet her.

In this way, wouldn't he, the so-called "master", become a spectator of soy sauce! If there is such a competition in the future, as soon as I release the ghost, the rest is just waiting for the news of victory?

Li Xun shook his head, put all those unrealistic fantasies behind him, and quickly took back the ghost girl and hellfire before he was teleported out.

The same magic hall, the same crowd, but the difference is the enthusiasm of everyone!

It was rare that the vice president of the college, Kazloga, showed a "bright" smile at Li Xun and waited at the bottom of the high platform early. It's just that this kind of smile appears on the thin old face stacked with layers of wrinkles, which looks so eerie and terrifying, especially when he smiles, he shows burnt yellow and black, and has broken teeth, which makes Li Xun's back spine break out in a cold sweat.

Ugly people are not terrible, but if a person is ugly and flatters you, it will be super scary!

The young mage resisted the urge to slap the other man's sneering face, and under the guidance of Master Kazloga, he returned to his seat at the Dagon Academy of Magic and Magic.

After all the qi qi qi settled down, Li Xun learned the reason why the vice president was doing this. Only 2 of the 6 players selected by the Dagon Academy of Magic and Magic won, including their own one.

As the first place in the Dagon School of Magic, Zolagarh defeated the 6th place in the Bryland School of Magic and Magic and achieved a place in the top ten. Valastaz, who also had hopes, was unexpectedly overturned by Breeland's fifth. It can also be seen that the overall strength of the Bryland School of Magic is indeed much higher than that of the Dagon School of Magic.

Li Xun's victory may have been a surprise for the vice president, but it was a very surprising accident, which made his originally somewhat narrow-minded selfishness shaken a little.

Judging from the battle scenes, this magical level 11 young high-level mage still has hole cards in his hand that can make a final decision, at least that shadow creature with excellent combat power is not something that ordinary people can have. This made him optimistic about the young mage's next step.

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