Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The stranger had a casual look. After the sound of Xue Xue Xue, he looked closely at Xue Xue Xue Xue, and was more focused than Pinxin Pharmaceutical Refining.

Weird in the heart of Yanbeicheng, she couldn't help but look at it.

Seeing Xue Xue fell, the White Witch Immortals who had lost the festival, suddenly collectively took two steps backwards, narrowing the station circle considerably.

Immediately afterwards, they retrieved the sword that had been held tightly in their hands and put out a complicated technique with their empty left hand, all in one piece.

Not for a moment, the long sword they placed in their right hand suddenly emitted a white light, and the sword's body was like magic, buzzing and vibrating.

At this moment, the Witch Immortals, who were still ashamed of their faces, suddenly gained strength as if they were God's help.

Not to mention the black man, Yanbeicheng has never seen such a scene before, and the colour of shock suddenly appeared.

And the stranger is completely stuck.

The bright white light instantly struck her eyes as if it were aurora, and it was like a spark created by the explosion of some kind of powerful explosive in modern times, shocking hard in her head.

Somehow, in the depths of her mind, it also seems to have hidden some images. The people in the images can't see clearly what people are wearing. Together with the surrounding scenery, it is not clear. The only way to hide is to hold hands, and the fingertips are glistening white.

Yes, they actually put more points in the minds of strangers than she knew herself.

Her eyebrows suddenly squeezed tightly and her eyes drooled. But as soon as I thought about it, the temples on both sides of her body felt painful.

“What's the matter? But scared?” Yan Beicheng was very concerned to see how the stranger reacted and couldn't help but turn her body around.

The stranger returned to God, shook his head gently, and turned around again, his eyes firmly on Ning Zhi's body.

He is still in the central position. The iconic white coat of the Witch Immortals does not stain the fiber dust. There is no joy in it, no pity in it, no anger in it, but there is a certain degree of ambition.

And the black-clothed men, though silly, came with a mission, not to retreat, but to greet them with a hard scalp.

After the Witch Immortals made that weird, the sword body always surrounded a hidden white light. If there was divine help, it would soon defeat the black man into the army, and the intention of the killer was hidden.

The black man did not see the situation well, nor did he intend to seriously die. He hurriedly evacuated, but without leaving anyone behind, he was seriously injured and took them all with him.

“Humph, if you're walking slowly, I'm gonna kill them!” A White Witch Immortal looked in the direction of the black man and spoke with disdain.

The other side said, “The outside world is so weak, we only use a little basic magic in the tribe now, they can't beat us. ”

Once the voice dropped, the rest of the Witch Immortals also showed a disdainful look.

He knew his eyebrows were slightly twisted. Xue Xue Xue would immediately come over, but he didn't move. The same light color appeared in front of him. “Son, what's wrong with what they said? ”

"Do you remember what I told you before? ”