Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"what……!"

The almost innocent attack was actually empty, and Reimu was surprised, and quickly adjusted the direction of the attack, just as it flashed past the opponent's parasol.

In fact, she didn't know that Feng Jian Youxiang had already seen this trick for the first time.

"Changed the angle of attack, but the principle is still the same..."

Feng Jian Youxiang glanced at the Reimu who had passed by, and said softly: "You are already good at using the borrowed things to this degree, but compared to Jing, it seems to be worse. some."

Hearing that, Reimu's pupils shrank slightly, and his movements stopped for a moment. When facing such an enemy, such a flaw was undoubtedly fatal.

"You are shaken."

Feng Jian Youxiang seemed to shook her head in disappointment. The next moment, the seemingly slow parasol was already steadily aimed at Reimu's head.

"ended."

The frantic demon power began to converge at the tip of the umbrella, and for an instant it seemed that the world was enveloped by the dark green fear. Feng Jian Youxiang's eyes without a trace of emotion fell on Reimu, but at the last second, she changed the direction of her attack. .

The tip of the umbrella was almost past Reimu’s forehead, and took away a few black hairs. Feng Jian Youxiang waved the parasol in her hand, and without looking back, she released the terrifying far behind. Powerful magic cannon.

In an instant, I saw a crimson light flashing, flying towards the magic cannon like a meteor, and even walking through it effortlessly after hitting it, shattering all the beams of light gathered by the strong demon power.

With bloody stardust all the way, the magic spear that tore the sky penetrated the magic cannon, and went straight to the wind to see Youxiang behind.

"Heh~"

Feng Jian Youxiang let out a chuckle of inexplicable meaning, and there were strange fluctuations in the constricted red pupils. She held the baby-like white and slender hand from a distance, and the red meteor was caught by her.

It was a sharp gun named Gangnir.

Chapter 44 The First Spell Card

"The protagonist is always the last to reach the battlefield."

The breeze blows, Ye does not touch his body, and he wields a sharp gun Gungnier. His name is Takasaka Takeya, a trivial human being.

"It's you..." The narrow blood pupil squinted, and Feng Jian Youxiang turned his attention to Wu Ye without anyone else: "It actually took the initiative to send it to the door."

"Wu Ye...?"

Reimu, who had just escaped from the dead, was slightly surprised. She really couldn't understand: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I am here to save you, how is it, do you feel very moved?"

"..."

When Reimu, who was still throbbing at first, heard this inconspicuous speech, she felt nothing.

"Stupid," he quickly moved away from Feng Jian Youxiang, and Ling Meng said ruthlessly, "Who wants you to come to the rescue? It's just a hand in hand and I'm so embarrassed, I'm so brave."

"Hey, I feel relieved to see you so energetic."

Even though he said that, Wu Ye still quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If Feng Jian Youxiang was hit by Feng Jian Youxiang, even Reimu would be seriously injured!

"Next..."

Wu Ye stepped forward slowly, seeing that he had no plans to come up, Feng Jian Youxiang just raised his eyebrows, and then fell down on his own.

This approach of treating other people like air naturally made everyone suffocate, but they already knew that the other person was powerful, and they didn't happen immediately.

Feng Jian Youxiang's movements were as soft as a gust of breeze, if you ignore the strong evil spirit on her body.

Only for a moment when his eyes met, Wu Ye immediately looked away. Under the oppression of the mountain, he was worried that he could not help running away.

His gaze swept across the three people behind Feng Jian Yuxiang: "Is there only three people here? Komachi doesn't have the strength to fight, and I can't fight her head-on..."

After making simple calculations in his mind, Wu Ye went up against the wind and saw Youxiang. He did not deliberately widen the distance between him and the other party to keep him safe. The appearance of the predecessor maiden made him understand that the gap between himself and these powerhouses How big is it.

"It's been a long time, Miss Fengjian."

"Have you seen it for a long time? It doesn't seem to be long to me," Feng Jian Youxiang fell on the ground, reached out her hand and gently dusted the dust on her clothes, and said leisurely: "At least before I get impatient, I have been with you again. You met."

"I heard that you are looking for me, is it because the last misunderstanding has not been solved yet?"

"I don't think that was a misunderstanding." Kazaki Yuxiang stretched the parasol open elegantly and put it on her shoulders: "But everything is fine. Now I am very interested in you personally."

"It's really an honor..."

With a wry smile and scratching his hair, Wu also smacked his tongue and said, "No, I don't have the confidence to win at all."

"Heh~"

With no comment on Wu Ye's self-talk, Feng Jian Youxiang first glanced at the three people who were ready to go, and then said: "Compared to the last time, your strength seems to be stronger."

"Eh? Really? You can see it all."

"I feel it."

As he said, Feng Jian Youxiang lowered his head and looked at the Gangneil that Wu Ye had just shot. There was a thoughtful light in his eyes: "Your strength has indeed grown, compared to the last time we met. "

When the words fell, she slapped it casually, and Gangneil once again turned into a streamer and flew out, with a piercing sound of wind breaking precisely nailed to Wu Ye's side, and the turbulent aftermath suddenly split the land behind him. .

"Goooo..."

Wu Ye's throat trembled, and his unbearable horror was almost written on his face. It was reasonable that he stood still so calmly not because of self-confidence or other reasons.

It's simply because Feng Jian Youxiang's speed is too fast, and he has no time to react...

Thinking about it now, if the angle that the other party just lost is a little bit off, I am afraid that I have already gone to see Lord Yan now?

"So, let's get started."

Kazaki Yuka returned the weapon to Wuya very gentlemanly, and the fighting intent in her eyes did not seem to be fake, which made Wu worried that if she just surrendered and said it earlier, would he be punched directly by the unhappy opponent. dead……

But in fact, Kazaki Yuka is more interested in Wuya than saints, undead, or even witches.

"There is nothing special about the gun itself, so does the problem lie with people?"

Kazaki Yuka whispered alone in a voice that no one could hear: "The power of killing gods does not come from weapons, but from the people who manipulate them. This is really interesting, Takasaka, Takeya..."

Even when thinking, Feng Jian Youxiang did not ignore the changes in the battle situation. She stood there not because of arrogance, but just in case.

Scarlet eyes sink slightly, and the stern killing intent flashes over the three people behind him instantly.

"I won't mind even dealing with multiple enemies at the same time, so let's go together."

The saint and the Hakuli witch.