Chapter 8: God, this child will spit fire
The magic wolf can't attack for a long time, and it is slightly anxious.
"boom!"
After a hard note, the devil wolf retreated five meters away, and Zhang Xing felt numbness in his arms, which made him feel uncomfortable.
The devil wolf didn't attack like before, but with his limbs stretched, his huge head opened, and his mouth opened to the sky.
"Uh ... oh!"
The long howling howl spread throughout the night sky and into the ears of the villagers.
They (qing) could not help (forbidden jin) from a chill, and they felt an infinite creepy feeling in their hearts.
An extremely tense breath surrounds everyone's heart.
Even Zhang Xing was no exception. I felt what the devil wolf was brewing, and a particularly dangerous consciousness prepared him.
Suddenly, the eyes of the demon wolf were eerie red, a mouthful of blood was blown out, and a burst of energy was blown out.
"Child, hide, it's the wind blade! This is Warcraft ..."
The village chief stopped before saying a word.
He opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhang Xing silly.
"No! This is impossible!"
"How could a six-year-old spit fire?"
"Is Zhang Xing also a Warcraft?"
"No, Zhang Xing seems to be magic!"
Thinking of this, the village chief's brain banged, and the uncontrolled one (spi pi) was sitting on the ground.
"This child turns out to be the most noble magician on the continent!"
"Oh my God! A six-year-old magician ..."
When the village chief was young, he followed the elders to a larger city and was fortunate to meet a distinguished junior magician.
He saw the junior sorcerer wearing a silver-gray (magic) -magic robe, chanting a mantra while chanting during the selection ceremony, shaking his hands, and a fist-sized fireball lit the charcoal in the brazier.
The devil's wind blade is recorded in the hunting manual preserved in the village.
None of the villagers found the village head who was shocked to the ground. They were all stunned by the scene in front of them.
"puff!"
The wind blade and the fireball, no, it should be said to collide with a short piece of flame, and then disappeared in the air.
At this moment, the devil wolf is also stunned, with a look of surprise (color) in his eyes (exposure).
However, it is not as high as human IQ, it just blindly sprays the wind blade.
The second-order devil wolf has a spitting wind blade, which is exactly the same as Zhang Xing's current intermediate warrior and junior magician level.
(Body sh n) Although the power of the body is almost, Zhang Xing is obviously better in the power of magic.
After a few flames went out, the wind blade of the devil wolf gradually couldn't resist.
Zhang Xing's confidence soared, and the spitfire talent of Little Black Dragon was my talent.
Isn't a dragon as good as a wolf!
There is no need for Zhang Xing to deliberately run meditation. When he used Spitfire, the fire magic elements in the air rushed wildly towards his (body sh n) body.
The demon wolf is debilitated, his magic is overwhelming, his defeat has been revealed, and his retreat is obvious.
The moment when the devil wolf turned his head and wanted to escape, Zhang Xing rushed out and quickly punched his fist. At the same time, the flame first struck the devil wolf (sh n).
Suddenly the flame turned into a flame, covering the whole size of the devil wolf calf (body sh n).
"Oh!"
The devil wolf was in pain, and rolled on the spot, trying to put out the flames on the body (sh n).
At this time, Zhang Xing's fist arrived.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The devil wolf mourned. At this moment, he had completely lost the magnificent power he had just had, and, like a mourning dog, struggled to get up and desperately escaped.
The flames of magic grew hotter and stronger, and there was a smell of burning hair and the aroma of roasting ((rourou) rou) in the air.
At this time, the villagers' spirits were uplifted, sweeping away decadent despair and deep worry for Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing chased the devil wolf all the way to a dozen miles outside the village, surrounded by a barren mountain.
"Hei Bao, come out and move your muscles!"
