Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“Pull...”

The air suddenly sounded like the air had been torn apart by the raw raw, and the cold breath of the black blade swept up.

At that moment, it was as if he had seen the moment when space tore open, the cloud dance had been stabbed by his black blade into the scene of blood flying, and he couldn't help but stain an exciting color in his black eyes.

But the excitement just floated to the bottom of the eye for less than a second, instantly dissipated, and instead, the pupil shrunk, suddenly retreating several steps back from the body.

“…”

An extremely cold silver arrow directly punctured the black blade, and instead fired from the space towards the upper burial grave, landing in the position where he had just stood, impartial.

“Bang" arrows into the ground.

At that moment, there was a bloody smell in the air, instantly filled with a hint of cold water.

When he saw the silver arrow in front of him clearly, his face changed almost instantly and his eyes flashed past the horror of a dark stream.

“How...”

However, he had not yet finished his remarks.

“…”

Behind him came the sound of a sharp ripping air attack again, instinctively, the upper official burial burial bureau at the moment of turning around, rushed to extreme darkness.

But the next second, he took two steps after a bland rush.

It can't be stopped. It can't be stopped at all!

And just above where he was standing, a long green arrow was inserted into the ground, and the green smell of life in the air was overflowing.

“The power of wood?” Once again, the sound of the upper official's tomb sighed and his eyes cracked, staring dead at the two arrows on the ground.

The power of water, the power of wood!

One of the things the Beast Gate has been looking for since the beginning, how can it be now...

But just as the voice of the superior tomb fell, over the right side, a yellow arrow of "dash” rapidly descended from the sky.

It was just two steps above his side, and the air filled the air with earth.

At that moment, if you don't understand what's going on, you're a fool!

The body also reacts faster than the brain, and the upper body half-covered the body of the rag, rapidly flashing in the left direction to escape something like that.

But…

“…”

A blue arrow appeared in the sky and struck directly at his head.

Of course, the superior bureau reacted fairly quickly, and the body braked a little back in time, and the blue arrow just inches ahead of his toes.

And at the moment when the four arrows converge on the ground, the earthly atmosphere between heaven and earth is the instant that causes the change of heaven and earth.

Originally a bloody battlefield filled with clouds and clouds, it suddenly rose with a lively scent of drought and ganlin. The rain fragranced, the wind slowly blew, and the earth grass grew...

The brightness of life pervades the entire space and gradually devours the power of darkness!

And at that moment, an invisible force, directly from four arrows into a circle, imprisoned the superior tomb.

Yes, it is.

At the moment when the four arrows gathered their strength, as they had done before, his consciousness was clear, but his body was completely like a puppet, immobile.

Four forces of nature, the only grass star to restrain his power.

But why didn't you think that she had the power of nature?

Because it's been a while since this battle came down, why hasn't she used it before?

Don't say he didn't think, it was cloud dance, but he didn't think of it at first, because all she could get along the way was the power of earth, the power of water, the power of wood, the power of nature.

As for the last power of the wind, if it weren't for the old white awakening, she probably wouldn't have found it in her life.

And if you can't find the power of the four natural forces, the power of the three natural forces will still be of little use to this upper official tomb.

This is also why the Lady did not think of the forces of nature from the beginning.

However, when she knew what the last power of the wind was and what the so-called witch sacred thing was, she was not surprised, but a little sad.

The power of the wind, the apparently ancient necklace on her neck.

As for the witch sacred relics, they are white and old!

Not bad, the white old body is not a elf at all, but when the Witch people gained the power of the wind, the most primitive elite representing the Witch people was injected into the wind power necklace to seal it so as to leave a backward path for the future Witch people.

However, with the exercise of time, the Witch Nation changed, this matter gradually became obscure and forgotten!

And the primitive elite of the Witch family in the necklace, over time, has begun to condense wisdom, even to form a human form, with a... elf that can be intelligent alone.

Perhaps it was too long. The old white man had long forgotten his roots, knowing that he could only spend tens of millions of years in sleep.

During that time, he was awakened once, and the knowledge he learned, presumably, was also then.

And then when the cloud dance woke him up, he naturally thought he was an elf in the Witch Holy Relic. What was it? If it wasn't for the necklace, he didn't remember!

But this time the sleeping awakened, somehow, the white old man from the fundamental awakening.

He was originally a primitive elite of the Witch Nation, and his presence was meant to be the last of the backtracks left by the Witch Nation at the most pressing of times.

And this back road, if it's for this girl, he accepts!

“Ma'am, don't delay. Let's go.” In some fictional space, the old man with the white beard who appeared next to the cloud dance, looked at the cloud dance with a clear intent to kill but hesitated, and his voice was kind.

She hesitated about what he knew.

For him, however, it would be unfortunate to have had someone that he felt was worth it in those millions of years.

The cloud dance turned its head and looked at the white and old floating around it. It was fake not to suffer inside. Then the cold purple eyes couldn't help but be a little red. "Is there anything else you can do? ”

Too many sacrifices have been made by important people around her in this battle.

Old whispered, smiled, smiled with the same comfort as before, but listened in the cloud dance ears, but felt uncomfortable holding my heart.

“Girl, you should know the answer. Why? The cold-blooded girl with no heart and no lungs, she's going to cry so sentimentally today?” Having said that, the old man was still a little warm.

He is not a human being, he is not a beast. Although he possesses wisdom, but life and death do not really feel much for him. But at this time, he also gave birth to a slight heart.

And this is the girl in front of you.

“Girl, I am a primitive elite of the Witch Nation. For me, there is no life or death at all, but if you hesitate, the one below, I don't know how long it will last. Try so hard, don't be hard on me! ”

Harsh?

Yes, she can do the killer face without changing color, and can do the cold-blooded ruthlessness.

However, she is also a human being, a mortal with blood and tears and a desire to kill herself and her teacher and friend, she really can't do it.

However, the old white man who had long seen this did not wait for the cloud dance to open, but, after he had finished his last sentence, became a piece of white smoke and burst into the woman's brow.

“Ma'am, call you Ma'am one last time. Don't be sad, don't hesitate. I didn't do this for the Witch Nation, I did it for you alone, and in the end, I'm happy for you! ”

The last sound, almost impossible to hear.

The body of the cloud dance is stiff in space, hands can't hold tight on both sides, nails deep into the palm of the hand are unconscious.

But she's not saying anything.

Not a word!

With the feeling of the rapidly rising power in the brow, the cloud dance closed its eyes, and when it opened its eyes again, the cold on the back of the eyes familiar with previous life had returned.

“Thanks!”

Two words later, her figure disappeared silently into the void.

And no one knows that in that place where the figure disappeared, there was only one drop of teardrop that turned into ice, which was kept in this space forever.

“Rumbling...”

Just outside, a thunderbolt of deterrence spreads across the sky.

On the other hand, in the upper burial grave imprisoned by the forces of the four natural forces, an effort is being made to break through it. Especially after watching the cloud dance emerge from the void, my heart is somewhat anxious...

Sometimes it feels like something is seriously wrong.

The cloud dance stood in the air, looking down at the upper burial mass of the four forces of nature below, the purple eyes, apart from the cold, did not kill this time half of the time.

It was as if he was no longer able to provoke her angry killings in front of her now, or even give one, and he was not worthy of the weirdness that caused her any emotions.

“Ueta Tsuka, it's over.” A very cold sentence, a really light voice.

I thought she was talking to an old acquaintance!

But only this time, his face instantly grew pale.

The Witch Holy Thing she got?

Although, until now, the upper official tomb has not been able to figure out exactly what the Witch Holy Relic is, at this time, looking at the cloud dance, he is somehow certain that she has obtained the Witch Holy Relic.

And the immortal body of the upper official tomb, even the evil master, cannot be killed, but can only kill him, only the witch sacred relic of the witch.

Otherwise, when the Witch Nation was exterminated, he would not have done those things!

But now...

“You can't kill me.” The superior bureau suddenly opened its mouth and tried to shout.

The body can't move, but it can talk.

“Cloud Dance, you can't kill me, because only I know where your mother is, and only I can stop that dragon from falling into the current situation...”

“No need!”

However, before the official Tsuka had finished his speech, the cold voice had fallen cold.

No need?

This answer is completely stuck in the upper bureaucracy.