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

Yes, it became eight.

And it seems that the fighting power of each one is exactly the same as before.

At that moment, the potatoes actually thought that the guy in front of them was the kind of thing that could become several by cutting into several pieces, and they wanted to change the battle strategy, but the next second, they found that it was not necessary.

This guy doesn't need to be cut by anyone, he is infinitely splitting by himself.

Eight becomes sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two, thirty-two becomes sixty-four...

At this moment, everyone realized that the rumors were right.

This thing may be the real army of the tyrant.

The seemingly endless splitting seems to never stop, and in a blink of an eye, it is a huge army.

The potatoes are like a small boat in the black crowd, waving their weapons and fighting desperately with this endless army.

For some reason, the first king seems to be targeting the seven potatoes. Even though he has countless clones, he has no intention of splitting to support others, but only attacks the seven potatoes with all his strength.

He was silent, but he attacked persistently. His concentration was as if he was saying that in his eyes, no one present was more threatening than these seven potatoes...

300. The battlefield at the top

Daidel was a little overwhelmed.

Although he chose his opponent, it was more like a strategic plan to the end, and he had to deal with the remaining opponents.

Not only him, but also Guoguo.

The second and sixth kings were kings whose characteristics were not outstanding, and there was no obvious restraint method. It was difficult to use some methods to fight against them.

For example, the second king was an assassin-type warrior who was good at using a variety of weapons, but because of his strong hard power, he was an assassin, and there was no shortcoming in frontal combat. He had a variety of attack methods, and was extremely skilled in combat arcane. His speed and strength were all top-notch. In terms of comprehensive strength, he could even be said to have completely defeated Daide.

Yes, he was a legendary ranger, and it could even be said that his name was synonymous with the strongest ranger in the world.

But so what.

There were so many warriors in the world who were known as the strongest, but they died at the hands of these monsters. He had no doubt that if he was forced to fight this opponent in other situations, he would end up dead.

Even in this situation, he had a hard time.

Various flying objects drew strange paths and shot towards him. The opponent seemed to have some ability to generate matter out of thin air. He did not take any action to take darts, not even pause to take things from the magic space. The violent output made him breathless. For a while, he could only run, and he did not even have time to shoot an arrow with his backhand.

The most troublesome thing was that he could feel that the distance between him and the opponent was getting closer and closer.

Seeing several curved darts drawing strange arcs and surrounding his forward path from the side, Dedel's eyebrows jumped, chanted a spell, and the blue magic wrapped around his body. He turned several times like a phantom, and then he escaped dangerously.

But as soon as he dodged, Daedel immediately felt a chill on his back, and threw several scattered darts behind him.

With a few clangs, the darts were directly pulled away by the metal thorns. The second king knight threw away the gauze, and two slender scimitars appeared in his hands, slashing at Daedel.

Daedel instantly retracted the short bow in his hand, and then he actually took out a huge round shield from the magic space and rushed directly to meet the slash of the second king knight.

The round shield shattered instantly after a collision, but Daedel also took advantage of the rebound force of the round shield and instantly jumped into the distance, shooting several arrows in the air.

Although it seems that they are all arrows shot casually, each shot is a heavy blow containing explosive magic enough to break steel.

If it were normal, the second king knight would certainly not care about this kind of attack, but the limitation of the rebirth ability in this environment made him a little afraid. He handled it a little more carefully, picking up two arrows, dodging the remaining arrows, and then chasing Daedel.

Although it was only a moment of delay, in this moment, Daedel finally saw the opportunity to counterattack.

With the high-speed instant chanting and the phantom-like continuous shooting technique, dozens of arrows were shot out from Daedel's hands at almost the same moment.

The second king knight frowned immediately, and subconsciously wanted to come up with something to deal with the opponent's wave of firepower coverage, but found that those arrows did not seem to be coming towards him.

"Instinctive scattering? Or with guidance?" The second king knight's mind quickly skipped several conventional guesses.

After all, he knew nothing about Daedel before. If he knew something about Daedel, he should be able to guess the effect of this arrow formation in an instant...

It was a whole formation, a formation connected in series out of thin air.

When the second king knight saw this, the formation had already begun to take effect.

For a moment, he felt as if his whole body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if countless iron chains were pulling every inch of his skin.

But this effect only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, the second king's cloak flashed, breaking the restraint and rushing towards Daedel.

Whether it was a magic array or a magic array, it was still magic.

In this case, the cloak would break it in a short time.

This was almost common sense when fighting against the tyrant's people, and Daedel certainly couldn't have been unaware of it.

What he wanted was the cooling of the opponent's cloak at this moment.

At that moment, the second king suddenly felt something start.

He looked down at his feet in astonishment, only to find that at some point, his thrown objects had drawn a huge magic array on the ground, and at the core node of the magic array, there was an inconspicuous black arrow.

"Damn, when..." His pupils suddenly shrank.

"When I was running away, you didn't think that I was really running all the time, did you?"

The second king knight looked up in astonishment, only to find that Daedel had come to his head before he noticed.

The sharp sword containing the magic storm shot out like light, as if there was no process at all. When the second king knight realized it, the sharp arrow had already been inserted in the middle of the magic array.

"This is a magic array tailor-made for you, enjoy it," Daedel's voice fell, and a long song sounded from the sky. The dark chains emerged from the void, piercing the second king knight's body one by one, and finally nailed it to the center of the magic array, with a dull face, as if he had lost consciousness.

Daedel fell to the ground and let out a long breath.

In this case, it should be able to hold out for at least a few hours...

He subconsciously cast his gaze towards Guoguo, wanting to see if his apprentice was in a tough fight, and if necessary...

Hmm.

Well, at a glance, there was no need.

The Sixth King Rider was shot like a hedgehog, lying in the middle of a huge magic array, motionless.

"It looks easier than me," Daedel couldn't help but mutter.

But to be honest, he really didn't understand Guoguo's current strength. The things she and Yain had studied seemed to be integrated into the battle. Although Guoguo's practice in rangers was far from the top level, the new things she had studied seemed to have raised her overall strength to another level.

Maybe he couldn't beat him, but it was hard to say who could have a better record against others.

"But what is she looking at so intently," Daedel muttered, looking to the side along Guoguo's extremely focused gaze.

Then, he was also stunned.

It was a battlefield, a truly chaotic battlefield.

Below the battlefield, there was an endless ocean of black mist.

It was an ocean made up of countless clones of the First King Rider. The seven potatoes were like a small boat in the sea, bobbing up and down in the wind and waves, looming.

Above the battlefield, there was a giant gas sphere that had expanded to a diameter of several thousand meters at some point. No one knew what the Third King and Snow were doing inside.

Around the gas sphere, the figures of Anwada and the Second King were flashing in the air at high speed, leaving hundreds of afterimages in the air, so fast that the two could not see the battle process at all.

At the top of the battlefield, the golden flames seemed to have ignited the entire sky, and the pale sword intent was like a little starlight in the sky, swaying in the wind and rain.

301. ​​I have a peculiar fighting posture

A silent battle was going on in the world shrouded in fog.

In the pure gray fog, the figure of Wu Xiang loomed, as if fighting with something invisible.

Snow's projection stood in the fog, watching quietly.

He knew very well that Wuxiang was fighting something. It was not something invisible, nor something hidden in the thick fog, but the fog itself.

Wuxiang was fighting the fog, and Jon Snow was using it to fight and trying to analyze the composition of the fog.

This fog can be said to be an arcane creation that carries most of the strength of the Third King. As long as this thing is deconstructed and cracked, then Jon Snow will win most of the battle.

Of course, this analysis is not one-way.

At this time, on the other side of the fog, under the dark cloak, there was also a faint pupil flame. The Third King's eyes were always focused on Wuxiang, and through the attack of the fog, he tried his best to deconstruct this strange arcane creation.

Yes, Jon Snow was trying to deconstruct this fog, and the Third King was also trying to deconstruct Wuxiang.

With Maggie opening the back door, Jon Snow got the opportunity to fight the Third King on an equal footing. This was a duel between the great arcane masters, a silent battle.

Whoever cracks the other's creation first will win the battle.

It may sound good, after all, this duel can be considered fair, and it is also in Jon Snow's professional field.

It can even be said that among the people present, only he can play such a game with the third king.

But in fact, standing in this position, Jon Snow realized how difficult it was.

If the front riders are immortal elites.

Then the king riders are immortal and have special powers.

If the strength of the first two depends largely on the super plug-in of immortality, then the king general is an existence that cannot die at all.

They are completely things in another field, and their terrifying abilities are even far beyond those of the heroes in their prime.

The gray mist seems to be a creation that completely overrides Jon Snow's arcane cognition. He wants to deconstruct the bottom layer but can't even start.

Instead, the pressure on Wuxiang is increasing every minute and every second. He can feel that the other party's understanding of Wuxiang is improving every minute and every second.

Although according to Jon Snow's understanding, Wuxiang should not have any structural weaknesses, but if the structure of Wuxiang is completely cracked by the opponent, it means that the opponent can compete with him for control of Wuxiang.

Of course, the contract is with Jon Snow. Even if the other party can make a false signal, it is impossible to make Wuxiang turn against him, but it is enough to interfere with Wuxiang's actions and make it lose its combat capability in fact.

Jon Snow is very anxious.

At this point, he can even say that he has already lost.

But he has no way to retreat. Qi Lisha is still fighting with the tyrant, and the potatoes and Anwada are also fighting to the death. Their four battlefields are facing the most threatening destructive combat power of the other party. If any one of them is released, the whole line will collapse.

However, he really can't structure the composition of this gray fog. The more he tries to analyze it, the more he feels that he can't use it. It's like using a sewing needle and thread to repair a magic device, which is irrelevant.

Just as Jon Snow was biting his nails and sweating profusely, he suddenly heard a voice in his mind.

"His infrastructure is built on the basis of original magic, and it is impossible to break it with the spells of this world..."

"Huh?" Jon Snow was stunned immediately.

He subconsciously wanted to use his consciousness to spy on the source of the voice, but was blocked by a soft mental force.

"Don't try to spy on who I am. It's not important to you. You don't need to speak. You can understand how to communicate with me."

After a brief shock, Jon Snow quickly adjusted himself and asked in his heart: "You are... No, I mean, what are you going to do?"

"Help you."

The voice came.

"Why?" Jon Snow asked, "Is there a price?"

"You don't need to know the reason, nor do you need to pay. You only need to know... We, uh... Yes, have a common enemy."

Jon Snow pursed his lips and immediately responded in his heart: "Okay, in this case, I hope you can point out a clear way."

"I will, believe me, and you have no other choice. When these guys were designed, they decided that you couldn't compete, so... Relax, don't resist, this is your only chance..."

As the mysterious voice gradually dissipated, Jon Snow felt some knowledge flowing into his mind through his consciousness.

Everything about the gray fog, from the most basic underlying architecture to the most complex application methods, was forced into his mind in the form of knowledge flow.

Moreover, this knowledge flow was quite... colloquial?

In short, it didn't look like formal information, but more like someone had analyzed it on the spot and then sent his own insights into his mind.

In addition, there were also means of counter-cracking.

And he couldn't understand those means at all, from the structure of the spell to the language used, he had never seen it before.

It was definitely not any kind of spell in the world, but...

Although it was unbelievable, it was indeed more like the so-called new spell created by Yain.

While Jon Snow was stunned, the mysterious voice sounded in his mind again.

"It's impossible to expect to understand it from the beginning now, but you should be able to imitate it, right?"

"Well... I think so," Jon Snow replied, "I'll try to use it to change the core attributes of Wuxiang..."