The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The barrier of [Holy Hand Weaving Heaven] had been erected and the flame had not hurt her.

But Muang found that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly consuming.

If this continues, I'm afraid it won't be long before she's burned to pieces because of the depletion of spiritual power.

Besides, she has to maintain Wei Zi's [Holy Hand Weaving Heaven].

The consumption of spiritual energy has multiplied.

Muay frowned slightly with a string in her hand.

She must find a way as soon as possible, otherwise she will have to be slowly crushed to death by Ning Zongxiang.

However, Ning Zongxiang did not give her time to think.

Flame tricks sweep the entire hall behind.

He suddenly pulled his hands out of his waist and swung them down toward his face.

A loud bang.

Muay's body swayed, and the barrier covered in holy weave flashed, as if a crack had appeared.

And it consumes a lot of fast spiritual energy, and it burns half of it.

Ning Zongxiang looked at her pale face and barely supported her. “I see how long you can last!? ”

“Looks like it won't last long.” Muang sighed softly.

“Hahaha, if you can admit to losing now, climb under my feet and serve me well, how about I spare your life!” Ning Zongxiang laughed more and more wildly.

The two hands have absolutely no intention of stopping the attack.

However, the twins swung down again, instead of falling on the shield, they swung straight up and splashed a spark on the ground.

The hotter the room, the higher the temperature.

On the roof, from time to time, burned wood chips fall.

Mu Yan stood a few meters away from Ning Zongxiang and slowly disappeared from her holy hand-knitted sky barrier.

Around her, seven swords of different colors appeared.

In the fire, the girl pulled up her lip corner and revealed a wild smile, “Since it won't last long, it won't hold up, just take your dog's life! ”

Ning Zongxiang looked at the seven swords that appeared in the sky and his pupils suddenly tightened.

Just now, he watched the ancient qin disappear into a colorful sword.

And each of these seven swords emits powerful spiritual power, far more than the smell of the four pints.

What the hell is this, baby?

Isn't that four spiritual instruments, but five, six… nine, even rare artifacts in the world?!

If so, is this really an artifact?

If so, does he prefer to get the artifact?

Do the Nings still use bias in this corner of the Min Green World?

He preferred Zongxiang, and gave his daily confession to the sect of Qingtian Realm. Want to send his son to the Gate?

When I think of it, Ning Zongxiang's body couldn't help but tremble.

The greed and desire in your eyes is more intense than the temperature in this hall.

However, he was having a wonderful dream and suddenly felt a powerful and dangerous atmosphere.

Ning Zongxiang was full of spirits and suddenly fled.

But it's still a step too late.

The sound of a tear, the clothes in his chest were ripped open a big hole.

This is followed by the pain of the mutilation of the flesh.

A deep visible bone wound appeared on his left chest.

If Ning Zongxiang hadn't dodged instantly, he would have been directly stabbed in the heart and killed.

The crystal clear seven swords struck a turn and returned to Muyan's hand.

She looked with regret at the wounds on Ning Zongxiang's body - almost took the man's life directly.