The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2365: War (3)

In the attack of Moyu Xun, there is still Death Qi with undead. This Death Qi has a strong corrosiveness. Even the thick-skinned dragon god, such a blow, I am afraid To be injured.

If Dragon God is to leave at this time, he is very worried, whether one can handle it.

"Here to me!" Shen Yan Xiao He jumped to the battlefield with three legs standing upright, the wind blows her long hair, she leaned slightly on her chin, and raised a proud smile at the corner of her mouth. The subject bound with a silver whip, at the moment when she lifted with one hand, her neck broke, red blood splashed, and a little **** flower bloomed on Shen Yanxiao's white skirt.

At this moment, she is like a bloodthirsty goblin, which makes people scary.

"Well, help Tao Tie , tell Naji not to play, summon the basalt, and quickly end the battle." Shen Yan Xiao shook the long whip in his hands, and the silver whip was shining with dazzling luster, Does not stain a drop of blood.

Xun and Dragon God looked at each other, and finally chose to believe in Shen Yanxiao and leave quickly.

Mo Yuxun held the spear in his hand, looked at the charming Shen Yanxiao in front of her eyes, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intention permeated on her body faded away.

"I don't know why you don't want to kill me, but the purpose of my visit this time is very simple. If I want to ruin here, if you want to stop me, kill me." Shen Yanxiao's eyes suddenly jumped crazy Look.

The magic rain is in shock!

Shen Yanxiao's figure still turned into a ghost and disappeared in place.

Moyu Xun clenched spear, bit his lip, seemed to endure something.

"Master Ouyang, I can't disobey." Taking a deep breath, Moyu Xun's spear suddenly darted into the sky.

Shen Yanxiao's blood-stained figure flashed slightly in mid-air. When the gun tip stabbed, the silver long whip in her hand was winding down the gunner, and she lifted her foot to pedal in spear. Above, Linglong's body draws a perfect radian and steadily lands on the ground.

And the silver whip in her hand, already completely troubled Mo Yuxun's spear!

Shen Yan Xiao holds the silver whip in his hand and pulls!

Moyu Xun has a single-handed gun with a complex look.

"Shen Yanxiao, you are not Lord Ouyang's opponent. Give up soon." I wonder if it was the last discouragement, Moyu Xun said.

"Give up? Do you want me to belong to him? Be a container of Satan? Even if I die, Shen Yanxiao will never make a wedding dress for others!" Shen Yan Xiao sneered and clenched his long whip. Gorgeous mist filled the room.

The mist quickly spread away from the silver whip, and through the silver whip, it spread directly onto the spear of Moyu Xun.

Moyu Xun's hand was tingling for a moment. His hand was tingling like an electric shock. The pain spread from his palm to his body. Mo Yuxun's brows were frowned, but he did not relax his spear at all.

Shen Yan Xiao raised her eyebrow slightly. The mist was her mixed power of fighting spirit, magic power, Death Qi and divine power. This was her first attempt to fuse the power of a great race.

The sacred power of the Protoss has a purifying effect on the Death Qi of the undead, but Shen Yan Xiao Gangsheng temporarily separated the two powers by fighting spirit and magic. When he touched the opponent, fighting spirit and magic opened two more. The entrance of the power of the big race, the sacred power collides with Death Qi, and an unimaginable force will erupt.