The tip of the needle was facing Maimang, and the momentum of the apse changed abruptly, and it was about to explode. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Holy Maiden knew nothing about it.

She is immersed in her own divination, immersed in the beauty industry of thousands of generations.

The dark-robed man's eyes were cold, and a glimmer of light spread from the door of the apse to the holy woman in the room.

Faster and faster, the tide came like a surge, and finally, it poured out in one fell swoop, and it poured out for thousands of miles, and its momentum was mighty.

There was a trace of imperceptible killing intent in the long pouring light, and by the time people could detect it, it was already too late.

Shimmer climbed onto the saint's shoulder, falling from the shoulder, and gradually approaching the heart.

Suddenly, a slight explosion sounded, and sparks erupted from the saint's chest, and a slight light invaded her body.

At the same time, the holy woman opened her eyes in a panic, turned around abruptly, and was far away from the two figures at the door, one large and one small.

Her hands changed, pinching the law, and the green light of the saint's fingertips flashed, like a moving emerald.

Not to be outdone, the man in the ink-robed robe was also holding the law in his hand, and his fingertips flashed with a brilliant white light.

And the petite figure next to the man took out a sword embryo that could not be called a sword, and looked at the saint with a wary expression.

The speed of the duel between the two became faster and faster, and between the hands was an afterimage, blurring the faces of the two.

Suddenly, the two of them stopped their movements at the same time, and there were strange fluctuations in the air, and a staff with a similar appearance appeared in front of the saint and the man in the ink-robed robe at the same time.

The saint sneered: "I haven't seen you for a thousand years, I thought you would never come back." ”

The man who was called to be a duly said in a faint voice: "I'm afraid you don't want me to come back." ”

The words fell, and the two sides moved at the same time, swooping towards each other.

The staff of the Grace was tattooed with a pattern of the sun, which glowed with golden light, and the staff of the Holy Maiden was tattooed with the pattern of a moon.

And the petite figure in the ink-colored robe was far away from the battlefield of the two at this time.

He frowned, but at this time, he had no other energy to care.

The long branch stretched out and collided with the branch of the saint, this is the real no fancy play, there is just a primitive collision.

The branches and leaves of the two fell one after another, and the inky petite figure standing below thought about it, and then ran down to collect the branches and leaves that the two of them had fallen.

Seeing the intensity of this scene, I was depressed for a while, and I almost let the saint take advantage of the distraction.

The latter is just two large trees facing upwards, baring their teeth and revealing a row of white teeth.

The two fought inseparably above, and the inky figure below picked up branches and leaves.

Seeing that the sacrifice over there was about to end, and it would definitely not be good for them to drag it out any longer, he said in a deep voice:

"Little friend of the winter beaver, I hope you don't forget the agreement between you and me. ”

"Giggles. There was a crisp laugh from the wide brim: "Naturally, I haven't forgotten the agreement with you, just to make sure that this holy woman really only has the cultivation of building a foundation." ”

She didn't believe her statement, she obviously wanted to fish with mixed hands, and she could make a little less effort.

"Are you sure now? I can't stop her alone. ”

Winter Beaver's whole robe: "Confirmed"

As the words fell, she jumped onto the trunk of the saint with a sword in her hand.