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Chapter 707 The Imprisoned Princess (58)

To put it bluntly, light magic is also elemental magic. Relying on the existence of elements in the air, the eyes can absorb all light elements, causing darkness and almost completely suppressing Qingzhou, the strongest here.

The people sitting here are all members of the royal family, and they know no less than professional mages.

While screaming in panic, he tried to stay away from Qingzhou's direction as much as possible.

I thought I could delay it for a while.

In the darkness, most people are at a loss. Blindness prevents them from making a judgment on the next step. Although their hearing is relatively sharp, they are in such a noisy environment.

Keen hearing doesn't seem to help.

They could only vaguely hear groans and groans mixed with the screams, but they didn't know what happened.

The church's biggest misjudgment about Qingzhou was not the judgment of the "magic" of the light system.

From a certain point of view, although Qing Zhou's ability is not magic, it is not much different from their elemental power. That eye is indeed suppressing her.

But the source of her ability is not only the elements in the air, but also the small light ball.

In other words, as long as the time delays to Mingchen's side, the little ball of light will automatically return to her body, and the ability will naturally return.

As for another point, which is more important, Qing Zhou's fighting ability is also extremely strong.

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The darkness has no effect on the people of the church, at least there are some restrictions on their actions.

They released magic at Qing Zhou, but because the crowd had difficulty aiming at Qing Zhou's position, they were about to observe carefully, but found——

The blond girl who was standing there disappeared at some point.

The sorcerer looked around blankly, and found that his companion also showed the same confusion.

Salman frowned and sneered: "It's a small trick."

With a slight movement in his mouth, he uttered a series of spells. The name of the black magic corresponding to this spell was "Bone Necrosis", which was roughly a rather sinister tracking magic.

However, before Salman finished chanting the spell, a slender hand covered his neck.

That hand was very cold and the skin was soft, it belonged to a young girl.

But those hands, which were extremely fragile to the touch, seemed to have great power, and they grabbed his neck fiercely, not to mention chanting a spell, and it even became difficult to breathe.

The girl's calm voice rang in his ears: "It seems that you still don't know me well enough."

Salman's pupils suddenly dilated.

In fact, mages have always been a fragile-skinned profession, because they have been practicing magic all the year round, and they just study in the study every day, and most of the magic can be used to extract objects from the air, which also makes them exercise less and less.

Like Qing Zhou... Are you sure this is a mage!
Such a long distance, so many people separated her, how on earth did she get here!
Salman couldn't help wondering in his heart, whether he was an old monster who died and came back to life, or the girl in front of him!
But to be honest, Qing Zhou lived much longer than Salman.

It's the kind of level where it is possible for the church to change a leader immediately if you say it.

As for the method of capturing the thief first, the king is applicable everywhere.

Qing Zhou's first act of grabbing Salman was gradually seen by everyone in the dark, and the members of the church were like ducks with their mouths pinched.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to recite the mantra in his mouth or not.

Salman desperately winked at his subordinates, hoping that they would continue to attack—now that Qingzhou restrained him, he could only restrain him, and he would be able to resurrect again at that time.

However, similar to the parliament of a great country, the chances of a group of royal nobles standing here helplessly are not many!
It's a pity that because of the darkness created by Salman just now, his subordinates couldn't see the instructions in his eyes clearly.

I thought my leader was calling for help.

　Happy Tanabata!Thank you guys for your continued support!Orphans and widows are with me!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)