Chapter 641： Shadow shuttle

Chapter 641: Shadow Shuttle

With a wave of his arm, he leaned against the many tables, chairs and benches in the corner, flying towards his opponent.

At the moment when those huge tables blocked the opponent's sight, his figure had turned into a slender black shadow.

The black shadow shuttled like lightning, merged into the darkness, hiding in the many shadows in the auditorium.

The black shadow that Riddle turned into, shuttled back and forth in the shadows in the auditorium, leaping in the shadows, one after another, magic shot from every dark corner of the auditorium.

Frost, flames, sharp knives, sharp arrows, brilliance, toxic fog, lightning, all kinds of spells, attack the opponent from all directions.

With his own power, he surrounded George from all directions. At this time, he shot with all his strength, which was more terrifying than the siege of the three.

While attacking, he was mixed with verbal provocations, "The mystery of magic is not something that young people like you who are only relying on talent and family, and who are rapidly emerging can experience."

He said angrily, "You have never suffered, you have never suffered. You have never given everything for magic, except for talent, you have nothing."

Before the words fell, those terrible attacks had engulfed the opponent, frost and flames intertwined and collided, and thick white mist rose.

The collision of the sharp knife and the sharp arrow made the hum of gold and iron, the mixture of brilliance and poisonous fog, weaving into a pattern of evil and charm, the lightning came first, detonating all the attacks.

Clang, buzzing, explosions, sizzling noises when floors and wooden tables are corroded.

Riddle yelled angrily, "Look, this is my strength. I give everything and I will not hesitate to transform myself, but also to gain."

He mocked loudly while moving back and forth in the shadows without stopping.

Evil whispers continued to spread from all corners of the auditorium.

Riddle was like a whole army alone, with continuous attacks of spells and words, never ending.

"In this world, you are so superficial and talented that you can grow fast enough. But darkness is my world, and I am the master of darkness. I control all the black magic in the magic world, and more Many magic created by me."

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

From all corners of the auditorium, all kinds of venomous snakes continued to climb out, including golden ring snake, silver ring snake, bamboo leaf green, soldering iron head, viper, five step snake, cobra, king cobra, viper, lily, sea ​​snake. Big hero

Hundreds of venomous snakes crawled out of the corner of the auditorium and roamed the entire auditorium. Those venomous snakes all opened their mouths, exposing poisonous fangs, and made a hissing sound.

They cling to the ground, feeling the smallest vibrations on the ground, they swallow forked tongues, collecting any strange information in the air.

They exhaust their predatory instincts that have evolved over thousands of years, searching for enemies lurking in the dark.

They are certain that under their search, there are no preys that can escape their perception. They can't wait to use their fangs to cut the blood vessels of the prey, and inject the most viscous venom into the body of the prey.

But the instincts that can make them become predators in the harshest environment have failed this time.

No matter how sensitive they are, they will find nothing.

Can distinguish the keen sense of different footsteps hundreds of meters away, and did not find any movement. Just like infrared rays, it can analyze the smell of one percent of the heat change in the air, but it can't find any traces.

They are looking for people who do not exist at all, they are looking for a stone, a piece of wood, they are searching for something that does not exist.

Their enemies disappeared in the air.

Those venomous snakes crawled in a panic, looking at a loss, searching for prey that did not exist.

Seeing this scene, Riddle's verbal offensive finally stopped.

He hid in the shadows, constantly searching for the traces of the other party, he probed one corner after another, and he jumped from one shadow after another.

Nothing is found, the other party seems to have disappeared into the air, or the other party has left?

Riddle raised various speculations.

As for the opponent falling in the first round of attack just now, he did not have such a fluke idea.

Even if this opponent controls his own magic power, his unfathomable strength is destined not to be so lightly and defeated by his first round of attacks.

So, where did the opponent hide?

He knew immediately.

"Why don't you keep jumping?" Feng Shui Corpse

A voice rang in his ears, and a terrible pressure appeared beside him. The creeps stared at by the monsters horrified, and his heart was chilled.

Riddle immediately jumped into another shadow.

But that terrible voice, terrible pressure, unexpectedly appeared in his ears again, and he had to shuttle into another shadow again.

"Nice magic, is it called Shadow Jump?"

Riddle kept jumping in the shadows, but the sound was like a maggot attached to a bone, closely following him.

"By transforming ourselves, we gain the affinity of shadows and let ourselves blend into the shadows."

"Very genius idea, very good magic."

"Compared with the short-term absence and discomfort caused by teleportation, this kind of short-distance shadow shuttle is much better in combat."

No matter where Riddle jumped, the voice always followed him like a shadow.

He had to jump continuously, trying to avoid the opponent's following, until after he shuttled again, the voice did not continue.

He yelled badly, and an invisible impact pushed him out of the shadows.

As soon as he showed his figure , he immediately shrank into a ball, and the whole person became a ball of black ink.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of explosions, which stirred up layers of ripples and wrinkles in the pitch black like thick ink.

The voice said lightly, "Tom, why do you think you can put a trap under my nose?"

The trap that Riddle secretly laid in the shuttle was as obvious as lighting a match before his eyes.

An illusory, translucent figure appeared in the middle of the auditorium.

The cold moonlight pouring out, reflecting his vagueness, like a holy spirit above.

George looked at Tom Riddle condescendingly, "Except for a shadow shuttle which is not bad, your performance is not satisfactory, Tom."

He shook his head lightly, "Magic is not an unpalatable dish, and your achievements in magic have nothing to do with your ability to endure hardship."

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