The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

The pure black flames danced like wild beasts. With An Ke's mental strength, the flames from hell spread wildly around him, burning the bodies of the nearest shield warriors.

Shield warriors have the highest magic resistance in the entire profession, and their defensive power and blood volume are even more amazing. This black flame is ordinary, and they didn't pay attention to it at first, but at the moment when the hellfire entangled their bodies, These shield fighters didn't even have a chance to scream, and were reduced to ashes without a sound!

There was no sound at all, as if a funny mime was staged in front of everyone, there was no crackle when the flames danced, and the dozens of shield warriors seemed to be selected by Thanos' snapping fingers. Directly turned into fly ash, scattered in the air.

Afterwards, the power of the black hellfire remained undiminished, like a living snake, continuing to spread around.

Dozens of resurrection white lights shot up into the sky and flew towards the resurrection point not far away.

【I rely on! 】

[What kind of magic is this? 】

[The sixth-level shield warrior has at least 3000 blood, right?Just gone? 】

【I am stupid everyone...】

Countless players who were watching this battle through the live broadcast room also saw this scene. For a moment, shocking, unbelievable, and adoring bullet screens densely occupied the entire live broadcast screen.

There were at least thousands of melee professional players in the front, and the black hellfire took the lives of dozens of players, which did not have much impact on the overall formation.

If it is an ordinary magician, faced with this situation, perhaps they can only choose to retreat temporarily and wait for the magic power to recover before joining the battlefield.

But who is An Ke?

His teacher is one of the top old magisters in the whole continent. He has always adhered to the teaching philosophy that actual combat is above all else. An Ke has been under his disciples since he became a third-level magician.

At that time, it was a time of war, and there was constant friction between the big and small kingdoms. As a humanoid fort on the battlefield, there was no shortage of magicians fighting.For the next few decades, Anke's magical power was obtained from the mountains of corpses and blood on the battlefield.

If it was An Ke a day ago, he might have avoided the edge a little bit.But when he came back from the treasure house of Wangcheng, he was covered with top-level magical equipment, and the five or six players in front of him were simply not enough to look at.

After releasing the hellfire, An Ke's magic power bar dropped a lot, leaving only about [-]%.But then, the high-level spellcasting ring in his hand flashed, and the rich magic power recondensed through the magic circuit and replenished into his body.

The magic power is full again.

The breath of ice and rain!

The mixed magic of ice and wind is the masterpiece of a famous magician in history, which is very suitable for large-scale battles.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and blue-white magic elements were brewing in the air, and then a gust of wind blew up on the battlefield, mixed with sharp and finely shattered icicles, and began to scroll crazily.

The players have never seen such a battle at all. The ice blade turned into a life-threatening blade under the gust of wind. Every time it blows, it will take away the lives of dozens of players!

The open space in front of An Ke had turned into a Shura hell. He watched the white lights rise into the sky calmly, and then the magic power was replenished again, and the next advanced magic was released.

Hymn to Solomon!

This is his teacher's famous magic, and it is also a very representative destructive magic of dimensional magic. There are very few people who know this magic in the Valxiu continent.

Just like its name, this dimensional magic perfectly blends two opposite words, beautiful and cruel.

A desolate atmosphere enveloped the entire battlefield like a halo, and the void in front of An Ke cracked several messy and hideous gaps. The gaps were pitch black, and the contents inside could not be seen clearly, but there was a faint melodious hymn coming from them.

The footsteps of the army of players paused in unison.

Compared with An Ke's previous magic, this magic is much simpler in terms of visual effects. There is no dazzling magic light, nor is there a huge and magnificent wind, but it harvests life without any mercy!

Together with the hymn, the player's actions inexplicably slowed down. After two breaths, a large number of players fell to the ground, their bodies seemed to be cut by a sharp sickle, they were torn apart, and they stopped breathing without warning.

The white light soaring into the sky gathered together, and the light effect of the player's resurrection was originally plain and ordinary, but at the same time, hundreds of white lights lit up, brighter than the scorching sun above the head, and the visual effect formed was shocking. Indescribable!

Two high-level magic spells swayed out, and the magic ring was lit up, and the mana value was filled again.

At this time, the assassin player who set off first had already bypassed the battlefield and quietly came behind An Ke, his cold dagger gleaming with a dangerous cold light.

An Ke didn't raise his eyes. Long before the battle started, he had blessed himself with high-level Eagle Eye.

At this stage, the level of stealth skills of assassin players is extremely low, and the translucent body is hard to see in the eyes of others, but under the detection of An Ke's Eagle Eye, it is as conspicuous and ridiculous as running naked on the street.

He took a step back a little, and the cold light of the dagger flashed, barely scratching the corner of the mage's robe. The mage's robe made of high-grade magic materials was extremely flexible, and there was not even a single scratch left on it.

The assassin's blow was full of confidence, and before he launched the next round of attack, he saw the young man in front of him turn his head and stare directly at him.

The distance is too close, the assassin player can even see An Ke's thick and slender eyelashes, casting a shadow on the eyelids like a crow's feather.

He saw An Ke's sharp and beautiful eyebrows twitched, like the most intensely blooming rose in the morning, and his eyes sparkled, which made him slightly distracted.

The next second, An Ke gently raised his hand, and a icy ice sword condensed from the void, and wiped the assassin player's neck.

Another white light flew up.

An Ke turned his head, his expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, and he was full of interest in the plain. At first glance, he felt that the young man was so arrogant, but after throwing a few spells, and looking at this exquisite face, everyone They all felt that even if the devil in hell came, it would be nothing more than that.

After sending off the assassin players who came to sneak attack, An Ke turned his head and looked calmly at the still surprisingly large team of players in front of him.

The swordsman rushing to the front slowed down, followed by the second and third...

More and more people stopped in their tracks, and they looked at An Ke with horror on their faces.

Facing the boss, their crowd tactics are invincible. No matter how thick the boss's blood bar is, if one person kills each other, the blood volume can be worn away slowly.

But before they touched An Ke's clothes, half of the thousands of people had been wiped out!

The resurrection point is right behind, and it only takes three to five minutes for the dead players to come back. Everyone knows that the magician's magic power will always be exhausted. If you continue to fight, the endless players will be exhausted consume him.

But they dare not rush.

The young man in front of him harvested thousands of lives with every move, and the gorgeous and cruel magic slanted down like the roaring anger of heaven and earth. In the face of such mighty power, the players' thoughts of resistance were wiped out.

The eyes of countless pairs of players looked at the president of the Shanshui Association in the station in unison.

The president's body was dripping with cold sweat. He opened his mouth, wanting to let the players continue to charge bravely, but his lips moved, but he never issued an order to continue charging.

Even if the player doesn't really die, if he dies once, all he loses is experience!

In the early stage of the game, it is necessary to quickly establish the stage of snowballing advantages. Although the Shanshui Association is considered a first-line big guild, compared with other wealthy guilds, it does not have much advantage. After this battle, their progress will undoubtedly be greatly behind.

Experience compensation, re-leading guild members to level up, and exploding equipment... Just thinking about these astronomical figures, the president can't help but feel dark for a while.

【Happy! 】

[Anke yyds, worthy of being the leader of magicians! 】

[It's really far away, does anyone still remember the post before the server opened? 】

【I remember!At that time, it was said that the magician was the strongest profession, but I still didn’t believe it, but now my face hurts…]

[It's still too late to delete the account, I'll go train a magician again tomorrow! 】

[With one enemy against ten thousand, you can do it with ease. I feel that no profession other than magician can do it, right? 】

【I also want to worship An Ke as my teacher, woo woo woo... 】

[The apprentice was bullied by the Grand Council, and the master helped out alone, beating the shit out of the Grand Council, I'm numb, what kind of cool plot is this? 】

The barrage was rolling wildly in the live broadcast room, and the magician's energy was beyond everyone's imagination.Before that, everyone thought that An Ke was just saying that in the forum, but in fact, he still had to rely on the help of the Holy Sword Guild.

But now, this idea has disappeared along with An Ke's magic.

Just kidding, does such a strong magician still need to hug a guild's thigh?

It's clear that Sacred Sword wants to have a good relationship with An Ke, knowing that the boss can handle it alone, but he insists on getting involved, so he can use his favorability in front of An Ke to hug his thigh, right? !

Everyone thought they had discovered the truth of the matter. A large number of players who were eating melons outside the Shanshuihui resident looked at the team of more than 100 people in the Holy Sword and the leader Qing Ge, showing meaningful expressions.

Qing Ge: "..."

Injustice, brother Meng!

Qing Ge is also confused now.

Although he knew that An Ke was strong, he never thought that he could be so strong...

One against ten thousand, is this something that normal human beings can do?

However, facing other people's probing gazes, Qing Ge puffed out his chest in a sophisticated way, and put on an expression of "I knew it a long time ago", confirming the other people's guesses.

No matter what others think, as long as they are on the same front as An Ke in the hearts of others.With the banner of An Ke, even if the Holy Sword is a fake tiger, it will be able to walk sideways among many wealthy guilds in the future.

On the importance of holding a good thigh!

On the other side, although the Shanshuihui people stopped attacking, An Ke didn't intend to just let them go.

Where is this.

Bald was directly killed and fell to level 2, and his girlfriend was also implicated. In An Ke's mind, this is not something that can be cleared by just a half of the Shanshui Club's experience loss.

The light of his spellcasting ring flickered continuously, and several 4th-level spells took shape. A violent storm of magic power raged on the battlefield, harvesting the lives of batch after batch of players like harvesting wheat.

The players of the Shanshui Club could no longer maintain their formation and were beaten to the ground.

"President... shall we still fight..."

A guild manager tremblingly walked to the president and whispered.

The president took a deep look at An Ke with resentful eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat first."

He is not ready to fight.

If you continue to fight, even if you really win An Ke with the crowd tactics, it will only make An Ke lose some experience. With his strength, it is easier to train the level back than to drink water, but at the same time, Shanshui Club wants The huge price paid cannot be afforded by the president alone.

Just let you be arrogant for a while.If I can't beat you, why don't I trouble your disciples?If you have the ability, you should follow your apprentice's ass every day as a bodyguard, otherwise my landscape will exist for a day, and you don't want to feel better!

The president thought maliciously in his heart.

As the president gave the order to retreat, the players who had long wanted to fight Anke finally breathed a sigh of relief, decisively abandoned their resident, and scattered away as if fleeing for their lives.

Just when the guild players were about to leave the station, another change occurred.

A large piece of water-blue magic power was sprinkled in the sky, falling to the ground like a waterfall, and then quickly spread. In less than three seconds, a water-blue transparent mask fell out of thin air, killing all players who tried to leave here. They shrouded.

"what?!"

"what happened!"

"I can't get out?!"

"The displacement skills can't go out... how about going offline? Can you go offline?"

"No... the system prompts that it is still in combat!"

The players of the Shanshui Club were stunned by the sudden change, and the noisy voices joined together. In the end, they turned their heads in unison, and their eyes fell on the young man who was still standing safely in the center of the battlefield.

An Ke took his time and threw the [Deep Sea Prisoned Water Field] seventh-order magic scroll on the ground that had been torn apart.

Level 7 domain magic, not to mention these players, even he can't get out within two hours of the magic taking effect.

Facing the terrified, awe-inspiring, and angry gazes of players from all directions, An Ke looked very calm. He patted the non-existent ashes on his hands, and showed a devil-like expression to the thousands of players in front of him. smile.

"Who let you go?"