Chapter 493： Mage's attack means, mirror the world

Chapter 493 Master's Attack Means, Mirror World

Under the golden defensive that Kyle’s left hand appeared, the generals of the dead blade could not strike a single attack. Just wanted to make a second sniper, but Kyle apparently did not give it a chance. He only saw the empty right hand waving forward, a golden The whip slammed around its wrist.

"go with!"

Kyle screamed and used the unparalleled power of the blood of the Protoss. Under the humanity of nearly a hundred times, he slammed the golden whip back and flew the generals of the fallen blade to the business building behind him.

The business building was completely penetrated by Tony and the neighboring stars in the dark night. Now, the bottom of the tower has been completely penetrated. Now it has been hit by a general-looking general like a human shell. It suddenly collapses and the entire mirror space in London is The earthquake shook this moment.

The fallen blade general was submerged by the collapsed masonry and concrete, and the figure disappeared into a dusty wave.

'laugh! ’

The gray-black sickle of the generals of the reeding blade, rotated a few laps in the air, intervened between Kyle and the ruins of the building. The blade edge was obliquely inserted into the road ground, and the blade was still shaking.

In the sunlight cast by the mirror world, the sickle blade is against the dark metallic luster.

"Even weapons are off?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows slightly. This is a bit more than he expected. He just met an opponent who raised his war. In a few short cases, the opponent even lost his weapon.

I didn't think too much, following the curiosity and hobby of collecting weapons.

Kyle stepped forward and reached for the handle of the sickle. The coldness of the hand, the mysterious power hidden in the blade suddenly broke out, and wanted to invade his body along the handle and arm.

"this is……"

Kyle's face changed slightly. With his protoss, his arms were almost frozen, and his body was facing signs of paralysis.

He quickly ran the power of Vulcan, the golden eyes ignited the fire, the golden flame burned from the inside out, and the chilling energy that invaded the body was worn away, which in turn spread along the palm of the hand to the black sickle.

‘Hey! ’

The sickle seems to be not just a weapon, but a living creature. When it realizes that it is not good, it automatically breaks away from the **** of Kyle and is not burnt by the flame.

Flying from the road surface volley, the sickle rotates at high speed, forming a torn air gray wind wheel, which is plunged into the ruins of the building by some kind of traction.

The rotating sickle smashed the obstacle all the way, and the reinforced concrete was as fragile as the tofu until it fell into the hands of the fallen blade general who was buried inside and only showed one hand.

‘Hey! ’

The gravel and dust waves swept around, and the generals of the dead blade re-handled the sickle. From the ground up, the pupils flashed black and looked at Kyle, stalking the unknown undead atmosphere.

"It can't be wrong."

Kyle looked at the sickle held by the generals of the dead blade, and was very surprised inside. "The sickle...there is a soul."

After connecting the man and the source of mana with hangover, Kyle had a more intuitive understanding of the spell and the soul. He almost immediately judged that he had just attacked him, not the energy contained in the sickle itself, but the evil that was hidden in the blade. Soul body.

The weapon of the soul is no longer a pure weapon, but an alternative creature.

Among the top weapons Kyle knows, Thor hammer, eternal fire, Cree artifact, and even infinite gems are just souls with special energy and infinite power, and no independent thinking.

"This is my dead blade. Under the blade, it is the undead!"

The generals of the dead blade sneered and sneered, carrying the blade of the dead blade, continued to dive forward, greet Kyle, still a clean and neat knife.

The black blade was slammed and once formed a black half-moon tooth.

Kyleton body is bathed in a golden flame, usually encounters the opponent of cold weapons, as long as the Vulcan form is turned on, even if standing and let others play it is unscathed.

After all, simply winding the inner flame of the surface, the temperature is as high as five thousand degrees Celsius, and the forging materials of many weapons will melt into molten iron at this temperature.

Can be close to the front, the blade of the generals of the dead blade is not only okay, sniper still ignores the golden flame, high temperature, directly cut to the neck of Kyle's body.

Feeling the coolness of the neck and the bottom of my heart, Kyle's pupils contracted violently, and the palms of both hands were closed. The two golden flames were intertwined into a group, and the bursting jet burst into the body of the dead blade general.

High temperature heat waves are coming.

The generals of the dead blade finally did not squat down the knife, temporarily set the momentum, the tip of the toes gently slammed, the tall and burly figure was flexible in the air, over the head of Kyle, can avoid the bombing of the bursting flame.

People are in the air.

The generals of the dead blade simply threw the sickle down, the sickle accelerated the rotation, and continued to cut Kyle's head quickly.

Kyle didn't look back. The back seemed to have long eyes, and the palm of the hand suddenly pushed away on both sides.

With his movements, the dust that is free in the air bounces out.

The file that was rotated into the wind wheel was not bombed. It was close to Kyle half a meter. The sniper and rotation speed was still slower and slower. When the last centimeter was left, the file was completely stagnant in the air.

at this time.

In the area beside Kyle, the repulsive force has formed a dense air wall.

"come back."

The generals of the dead blade who landed at the back waved a hand, and the sickle was like a Thor hammer, and it automatically flew back toward his position and fell back into his hand.

"Not just ordinary snipers..."

Kyle turned and looked down on his eyes. He has been defending, trying to test the strength of the generals and the mystery of the sickle weapon in his hand, which made him feel more curious and surprised.

The attack of the generals of the dead blade was not only directed at the body, but even his soul had a little sway.

Killing the soul of the soul?

"Interesting, come again!"

Kyle’s mouth smiled, lifting the left hand with a hanging ring, and the right hand made an inexplicable seal.

The generals of the dead blade were only a little twice, and they failed to cut Kyle. They were rushing forward with a bang. The road surface can be reversed and suddenly turned back, so that it can stay in place and can no longer be close to Kyle.

"I haven’t played this trick for a long time."

Kyle narrowed his eyes and reached for the next wave. The building and the ground were hundreds of meters long, flipped, reversed, and reorganized in a regular pattern. The ground forms the sky, the building forms the ground, and the city scene undergoes strange distortions.

Here is the mirror world, everything is allowed by Kyle - he is the current world, the only mage is at his disposal.

"What the **** is going on?"

The generals of the dead blade are in amazed eyes, and Kyle, who is standing on the ground in front, has come to a suspended platform suspended at a height of 100 meters. The nearby skyscrapers are like dense woods, crowded to make the sky into a few gaps.

Kyle stood on the suspended high platform and looked down at the fallen generals below. He did not hesitate to put his hands together again.

The generals of the dead blade glanced out and saw the four skyscrapers next to it, which resembled the wall of the organ, and the panning of the rumble was close, and it was directly pressed into a meatloaf.

"not that simple!"

The generals of the dead blade screamed coldly, jumped on the ground, kept switching pace, kicked on the outer walls of the buildings on both sides, and rushed toward Kyle on the suspended high platform.

"You grab my line." Kyle shrugged and pressed his right hand.

The shadows were black and pressed to cover the body. The generals of the dead blade looked up and suddenly sucked in a cold air, but a skyscraper flipped over and fell down to him, sealing off all retreats.

(End of this chapter)