The Magic World Has Come to a Refining Period

"Brother, why are you flying on the broom, aren't you afraid of falling?" "This is a flying sword," "Brother, how come you can cast spells without chanting? Are you open?" "I am cultivating immortality and magical powers." "Brother, why don't you use a staff when fighting other magicians?" "?" Sola frowned, raised his hand and summoned a hundred thousand flying swords to blast out, instantly sifting through the enemies who were still chanting on the opposite side. "Is there a possibility that I am a monk?"