About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"No, that's not all," Yayin shook her head slightly, "I don't deny that emotions have an impact on my judgment, but I know how calm I am. The reason I made this decision is because our vision is aimed at a higher direction."

"That is a place you can't reach. Your emotions have a greater impact on you than you think," the old man said indifferently, "You are dragging the whole world to die with you."

"This world has never loved me," Yayin said coldly, "I don't need to love it either."

"This world allows you to meet your teacher," the old man said.

"He died!" Yayin said loudly, "In front of me! By the person who betrayed us! A knife pierced his heart! What is the world doing! Where the hell are you?!"

The old man looked at Yayin silently, and finally sighed leisurely.

"Okay, okay, then, there's nothing much to say," the old man put the staff beside him and slowly stood up. His three-meter-tall figure was like a giant in front of Yayin.

"Last descendant," he said, "then you should think of a way to hold on until he comes to save you."

"No, old man, don't underestimate me," Yayin also stood up and looked up at the person in front of him, "It's still unknown whether you can live to see him."

275. Two-in-one is not on the same level

Accompanied by complex arcane chants, ancient and complex magic arrays unfolded in the air, blasting out various strange energy spells of different shapes and colors, bombarding Yayin.

The terrifying number of magic arrays unfolded covered half of the sky.

The vast power contained in the magic array made Yayin feel as if she was facing an entire magic army.

The old wizard floated in the air, holding his staff high, his figure shrouded in a dark robe, his face could not be seen clearly, just like a silent god of death, his clothes slowly floating in the aftermath of the arcane.

As for Yayin, she looked much more embarrassed.

Although she was also trying to chant the corresponding arcane, the opponent was the pinnacle of the world's highest arcane level after all. Whether it was speed, strength, or the weirdness of the attack, there was a huge gap between the two sides.

The old wizard's arcane array covered the sky and the sun.

Although Ya Yin could weave dozens of arcane counterattacks at the same time, for ordinary arcane masters, perhaps they could not do it in their lifetime, but in front of the opponent, it was still like an ant trying to shake a tree.

All Ya Yin could do was to create a displacement field as much as possible through the combined arcane to deflect the opponent's attack.

But this was not an easy job. The old wizard's attack was not a simple energy bombardment. The strange impact was like a giant snake with life, folding and jumping in the air, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Not only that, the energy properties of the giant snakes were also complicated. If they were not handled properly, using the opposing magic flow to deflect, it would cause a violent close-range explosion or induce a close-range burst of magic.

So even if it is just for defense, it is not enough to simply use magic barriers or deflection magic. Each item needs to be deflected with magic of corresponding attributes, and it must be ensured that the corresponding magic can accurately match its target.

This is a game.

The old wizard's attack is not a direct bombardment. The trajectory of his attack is extremely strange every time. Not only that, the attributes of the attack are also unclear. Sometimes there will even be a cluster bomb with one attribute on the outside and another attribute on the inside.

In order to distinguish the attributes of the attack, Ya Yin can't even start directly from the attack itself, but has to observe the source array that fires the corresponding magic.

But even the source array sometimes has a certain disguise, and it is likely to be a trap at a glance.

In this case, Ya Yin not only has to chant dozens of magics at the same time to counterattack, but also has to control the corresponding attack to deflect the counterattack, and at the same time needs to observe the magic array in the air and calculate its attack rhythm. In addition, he must guard against the opponent's traps and delayed attacks used to affect memory.

This is the top arcane bombardment.

It is no exaggeration to say that this level of arcane blasting has even exceeded Yain's understanding. Now she is completely relying on her talent and the new spells that can activate spells at high speed to survive.

Yes, surviving.

Because it is impossible to block all of them, there will always be one or even several attacks every few seconds that deceive Yain and cause devastating explosions around her.

At this time, she can only rely on the magic barrier to hold on. As a result, Yain was forced to consume a lot of magic power in just a few minutes of fighting. If she continues to fight like this, she will be defeated sooner or later because of the exhaustion of magic reserves.

But the worst thing is that Yain knows very well that these attacks are not real killer moves.

The battle of the great arcane master will not only use this simple arcane blasting.

Although the old wizard seemed to be chanting countless complex sounds, if you listen carefully, you can still hear that these sounds are divided into two parts, one of which is mixed with the chants of all the magic attacks, and the other is the super-level arcane hidden behind these attacks, which is really enough to make the final decision.

Yain almost didn't want to think about how terrifying the killing moves prepared by this level of arcane master would be.

There was no point.

She never thought that relying on these deflection arcane or her own magic barrier could stop things of that level.

The one who should fight against such a thing should at least be something of the same level...

For example, another super magic.

Once again, he misjudged the opponent's arcane attributes and was completely knocked away by the violent explosion. He turned several somersaults in the air and finally landed on the ground dozens of meters away.

After landing, for some reason, a smile appeared on Yayin's face.

She also chanted a large number of plural spells in her mouth, but these spells were also divided into two streams. One stream was a deflection magic composed of a large number of spells, but the other stream was a strange spell that had never been seen in this world. arts.

The chanting of the mantra is like a long ancient poem, with ups and downs, twists and turns, row after row, and many mountains.

In a few minutes, this long poem came to an end.

Yayin's staff was thrust into the ground.

The alien spell was unfolding under her feet, and then the ground under her feet was instantly dyed white.

The white snow spread rapidly, and goose-feather-like snowflakes appeared out of thin air, slowly floating in the hemispherical area above the land.

White snowflakes extend along with the white land. Wherever they go, even flames and black faces will be frozen into ice by the soft snowflakes. The moment the old mage's violent surge of spell attack blasts into this area, It will be turned into a beautiful ice sculpture, and it will be permanently frozen ten meters away from Ya Yin.

She held the staff inserted in the earth, chanted long and ups and downs of poetry, and stared at the old mage indifferently, with fighting spirit in her eyes.

The old mage looked at her with a smile on his lips.

He thought it would be a boring duel, but Yayin's performance gave him a completely unexpected surprise.

"Field..."

He was thinking secretly in his heart.

"A spell that I have never heard of before, and an incredible speed of expansion. Is that so? Is this how you have the confidence to challenge me when there is such a huge gap in strength..."

With a smile on his face, the old mage simply stopped the useless harassment. The magic power in his body burst out further, and the chanting in his mouth became louder, as if he planned to complete his super magic as quickly as possible.

However, the next moment, he realized that he seemed to have thought a little too simply.

Yayin's domain full of white snow actually extended to no more than a hundred meters in radius. You must know that this is a super-level domain magic. It is not impossible for some domains to stretch for miles or even dozens of miles.

There is only such a small scope, either, this is a magic that has not been fully developed, or...

Looking at the slowly condensing snowflakes and ice crystals in the field, the old mage's face gradually darkened.

as expected……

This thing is not that simple field at all.

Brilliant ice crystals bloomed, and dazzling dazzling stars dragged wisps of blue flame tails and bombarded the old mage from all directions like a cluster of missiles.

The old mage had no choice but to allocate half of his energy again to re-deploy the arcane magic circle that was covering the sky. Countless energy bombardments rushed out again, heading towards the ice crystals.

The two met, and for a time the sky was filled with ice, snow and energy exploding one after another. The dust-like ice crystals reflected the firelight, reflecting dreamlike colors.

The old mage looked down at Ya Yin with a smile.

He admitted that this field is very good, and the cheap offense and strong defense are enough for her to even the gap between the two.

But that's all...

The old mage's chant became louder and louder, and terrifying power began to gather in the sky.

The terrifying power was like a precursor to the collapse of the earth.

Circles and circles of ripples condensed and spread from the sky, making the wind and clouds change color and making the natural enemies appear ethereal.

But, at this moment, the old mage suddenly lowered his head and looked at Yayin.

He suddenly discovered that Yayin was chanting the second super magic spell.

"Use two at the same time? How could this junior..."

The old mage was briefly stunned, but quickly calmed down.

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no difference between two or one.

The gap in physical strength lies here. How can the second level super magic that only relies on half of his mental power to be deployed at super speed be able to compete with his super magic that is deployed at full speed?

Amidst the explosive bombardment that filled the sky, the two looked at each other indifferently and methodically completed their magic as a killing move.

This is also the showdown that arcanists most desire, but is extremely rare in actual combat.

Being able to fully display all of his research results and strength, pure super-position fighting.

Above the sky, a huge magic circle seems to be engraved between the clouds. Behind the sky, ethereal echoes resound throughout the world. Above the clouds, countless elves gather together under the condensation of magic power, turning into leaping stars. star.

The elves intertwined, shimmered, gradually increased, gradually expanded, and finally became like a multi-colored vortex, slowly spiraling in the air.

At the tip of the pitch-black staff, the dazzling lenses surged with magic like a vast ocean, reaching high into the sky, pulling some kind of illusory shadow to condense in the air.

Yayin looked at the phantom with no expression on her face. She just continued to recite her own incantation like a graceful hymn. In the ice and snow, endless blue lightning condensed, intersecting and refracting in every snowflake. Weaving a beautiful dazzling network.

At first, it was just as light as the beautiful scenery. Over time, more and more thunder and lightning condensed, and the spell under the feet gradually extended out of the realm of ice and snow, spreading in all directions.

Thunder rumbled, and the blue thunderstorm finally formed an endless giant net on the ground, as if composed of countless dragons.

Elements were flying, and the colorful elves finally condensed into a dazzling horror in the sky, like a prehistoric beast.

Finally, the terrifying beast fell from the sky, and its might was as vast as the falling of the bright moon.

The blue dragons soared from the ground, and the explosive power seemed to burst the sky.

When their eyes met, the arcane arts that destroyed the world collided with each other, and pure destruction broke out. Countless gaps were torn in space, and time collapsed and twisted due to the huge power. The chaotic phase flow made everything abstract and fragmented.

In the end, the world was left with only pure white.

The old man floating in the air looked indifferently at the white light that seemed to swallow the whole world, and sighed leisurely.

"It seems that I didn't die this time," he shook his head slightly, "What a pity, such a promising child, if given time, he will definitely be a genius better than his teacher."

"What a pity..." He sighed.

Yes, he knew from the moment he made his move that he had won.

The difference in the power of the spells between the two sides was too big, and the opponent was twice as bad as him.

But, perhaps this is also natural, since half of the mental power was used to equalize the difference in firepower between the two, the final power should also be twice as bad.

No, even within his expectations, it would be good if the opponent's power could be one-third of his, and half of his, which was already worthy of admiration.

The old man waited quietly until the white light dissipated. In the end, on the land that was once green mountains and clear waters, only a piece of barren wasteland was left. All the trees were turned into ashes by the aftermath of the energy, and all the ups and downs of the mountains were unconditionally pushed into flat wasteland by the aftermath of the energy.

In the middle of the wasteland, there was a broken staff.

He recognized it as Yain's staff.

Perhaps, this was the last relic she left behind.

The old man slowly descended to the ground, picked up the staff and looked at it, then heaved a sigh of relief and said again: "What a pity, what a pity..."

"What a pity, what?"

The sudden voice made the old man stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the front of his staff.

In the lens at the front, he clearly saw Yain's face.

Silent, indifferent, and with a hint of mockery.

"You..." The old man was stunned for a moment, and just when he was about to ask something, he suddenly felt dizzy.

When he raised his head again, it seemed that a ten-thousand-foot-tall Cyclops was standing in front of him. The giant was composed of countless colors, as if he was a terrifying giant summoned by him.

However, now, the giant was slowly leaning down, tilting his head, and looking straight at him.

After a brief surprise, the old man regained his smiling expression. He looked straight into the huge pupil and asked, "Is that so? Is that you? Girl."

"Ah," the huge single eye reflected Yain's face, "I think, general."

"When did you finish it?" The old man looked at Yain and asked with a smile.

"You have been hit since the first chanting," Yain replied.

The next moment, the huge giant disappeared out of thin air, and everything returned to its original state. The mountain village and the countryside did not show any signs of change.

But the old man knew that this place was no longer the original place. This was Yain's environment. Here, she wanted to take his life, but it was just a thought.

"This arcane magic is beyond my comprehension," the old man said softly, "I admit that you have created a great magic..."

"After all, this magic is not prepared for humans," Yain said, "I said that our struggle has been different since the beginning."

"Ah, I agree with this statement now," the old man nodded gently, then he raised the magic wand in his hand, looked at Yain and said, "Okay, now, I want to ask you one last question."