My spirit of Douluo is a spirit ring

The god of laziness protects Ning Fengzhi.

As for Bone Douluo, because of his supernatural power and he was already a Level 99 Titled Douluo, he could also deal with the Vampire God Vine. When he smashed the Vampire God Vine, he was shocked.

Because the Vampire vine delivered something to his hand.

It was a gem, a very familiar gem, one of the ninety-two golden hairpins.

Bone Douluo's head buzzed, watching the flying Ning Fengzhi, he was completely messed up in the wind.

Chapter 513 Xiao Jiu's ultimate move, Ning Fengzhi!

Bone Douluo looked at Ning Fengzhi at this moment, as if seeing the destruction of the world, and when Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, he took the gem of the twelve golden hairpin from his hand.

Bone Douluo felt like he was dreaming...This gem is Xiao Jiu's thing. This gem is for storage. What does Xiao Jiu want to give Ning Fengzhi?

Why did Ning Fengzhi want to accept it, and so calmly, as if he had known that he had this thing in his hand, as if he had known what was hidden in the storage soul guide!

"Tang San, I have the invincible light, I will protect Oscar! You can rest assured to kill Xiao Jiu!"

Ning Fengzhi dragged the Nine Treasure Glazed Glass Tower, slowly stepped back, walked behind Oscar and the two mirror spirit masters, and said with a serious look.

"God of laziness, you stay behind to help Uncle Ning protect and assist, and the others will kill with me!"

To be cautious, Tang San still left behind the god of laziness.

And at this moment, he extracted Bibi Dong and Xiao Jiu's attributes, full of spirits, with the god of jealousy, and the god of gluttony rushed towards Xiao Jiu.

"Little nine! I'll help you."

Seeing this situation, Qian Renxue was very anxious, and no longer ignored Xiao Jiu's order to not allow them to leave the city.

Spreading her golden wings, she came to Xiao Jiu, "Angel God Punishes!"

A resplendent holy sword formed, and one sword slashed towards Tang San.

"It's useless, you're a mere 99-level Title Douluo! I want to kill Xiao Jiu today, and no one can stop it!" Tang San waved the Raksha sickle, and directly smashed the holy sword.

"I won't let you kill Xiao Jiu!"

Huo Wu shouted angrily, and immediately activated the ring melting skills, an enhanced version of Huo Wu Yaoyang directly smashed at Tang San.

boom!~~~

The horrible and hot divine power ripples everywhere, and the explosion of Tang San stopped slightly.

After that, Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena came to Xiao Jiu one after another, desperately blocking Tang San's attack.

With a touch of disdain on Tang San's face, the Rakshasa magic sickle waved, slashing frantically, smashing all the girls' attacks.

"Xiao Jiu, why, will you only shrink behind a woman now?"

"Before, I thought of you as a person, but now it seems that I look up to you!"

Tang San's divine power surged, like a demon god, carrying the devil sickle and stepping forward step by step.

The crazy attacks of Qian Renxue and others only temporarily blocked the rhythm of Tang San's several attacks, but they couldn't stop the opponent from advancing step by step.

Tang San was like a cat catching a mouse at this moment, with the winning ticket in hand. He really wanted to see Xiao Jiu's desperate expression, and taste the wonderful feeling that was superior to Xiao Jiu.

It's a pity that Xiao Jiu wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he looked at Tang San with contempt, and said leisurely:

"I can only say that you are rushing to reincarnate, and I am here, if I don't move, I can leave you dead!"

Tang San couldn't help but sneered: "Xiao Jiu, you are still so arrogant, then let you taste the pain of being torn apart by death!"

"Mirror Soul Master, do it!"

Tang Sanyi raised the devil's sickle and pointed at the copy Xiao Jiu next to him: "Go, let Xiao Jiu kill the woman who killed Xiao Jiu, let Xiao Jiu see with his own eyes, his copy kills his beloved person."

"It's the same as he killed his own woman!" Tang San felt a sense of revenge at this moment.

The replica Xiaojiu's eyes were cold, and when he stretched out his hand, the aura of war spread.

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The next moment, his cold voice came.

"The first magical skill: speed evil ring!"

"The second magical skill: the evil ring of magical power!"

"The third magical skill: defense against evil rings!"

"The Fifth Magic Skill: Evil Ring of Strength!"

"No...."

A ray of black divine light shone, and Xiao Jiu's attributes were swallowed by the replica Xiao Jiu. This Xiao Jiu copied from the real magic mirror was about to use the'Sixth Divine Skill·Evil Soul Ring'.

Suddenly, the voice stopped.

At this moment, Bone Douluo's eyes exploded again. He stared at Ning Fengzhi blankly, stretched out his hand, and drew a pitch-black magic sickle from the gem of the twelve golden hairpin.

This magic sickle is very familiar and exudes an evil and terrifying aura. It is the magic sickle of Bibi Dong.

He was thinking about why, why Xiao Jiu would put this thing in his hands.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were cold, and he waved the magic sickle and stroked the body of the unsuspecting mirror soul master.

Huh!~~~

Splash of blood!

With a sickle passing by, the two mirror spirit masters felt a tingling pain in their bodies at the time, and then the flesh and blood power of their bodies was ruthlessly swallowed by the magic sickle, their martial soul fusion skills instantly disintegrated.

And the replica Xiao Jiu burst instantly in front of Tang San's eyes, dissipating into the original divine power.

And Xiao Jiu's suppressed seventh spirit ring appeared, and the next moment, Tang San and the others stepped on the dark aura of war.

"What's the matter?" Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, turning his head in disbelief.

"What happened? How could the replica Xiao Jiu disappear? Could it be that something happened to the Mirror Soul Master?" The jealous god yelled and looked back.

"Damn it, Ning Fengzhi, how do you protect them, invincible divine light, don't save, you have to use it..."

The gluttonous god said while turning his head, but the last word was stuck in his throat.

They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. Ning Fengzhi was holding a magic sickle, and the two mirror spirit masters had been swallowed by the magic sickle, and the unstoppable little bit disappeared with the wind.