Chapter 398: Relying on the Victory of the Word Spirit

Mo Xiaozao didn't reply to the man how much she could withstand the devastation, but rushed directly to the opposite side of the man, and the dagger she was holding began to slash towards the man under her own movements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

She didn't know the first attack, and her dagger could smoothly pierce a man's scale armor.

The people who watched her fight with the man let out an exclamation, and they didn't forget to start a coaxing about the matter between her and the man, and he was shouting at her one after another.

Her eyes were also looking at the top because of these shouts, and the boiling blood burned her veins uncomfortably, and she could only keep an eye on the person who said such things, and rushed towards the man at once.

I know very well that this body, although she is in control, but when she can't use her divine energy, this body will be relatively reduced a lot, and if she is strong, she can only be limited to a short attack.

"That's all you can do? Just know how to dodge, like a nasty mouse, in this case, your game with me is coming to an end. The man said this, and the black scales glowed with a characteristic sheen.

In the sunlight, this luster was very dazzling, and it also made her heart shake a little, and her hand tightened to mine, "Whether I am a mouse or you are an ant, someone will know this result soon." ”

A flashing body erupted in the air, and the phantom condensed the ghost energy, irrigating into the pen he took out, and thought that this pen was just an ordinary pen, and after the ghost energy was poured in, it began to become hot.

She held her hot pen and wrote word after word, connecting them all together as she ran.

The corners of his lips also began to hook a smile, as long as he continued, he could successfully take down this man, and the protection of this scale armor was good, without worrying about her attack, with the blessing of the all-round formation, there would be changes, right?

Mo Xiaozao thought about her thoughts, and looked at the man in front of her without hesitation, her small hands were black ghosts, and she also surrounded the man under her movements, and the words written around her also began to appear.

The onlookers were stunned by her movements, but they didn't expect it to be like this, and the shouting voices stopped their movements when the words she wrote appeared, holding their breath, for fear that they would disturb her movements.

She was even more unscrupulous because of the appearance of these people, and even her own actions were much bolder, and she smashed directly at the man from the front, and the small white fists clenched together burst out with a terrifying aura.

Will die!

He's going to die!

This action is absolutely damning!

There was only one thought left in the man's mind, and the body that the word spirit grabbed began to struggle, and a pair of arrogant eyes began to enlarge, magnify, so big that he couldn't see the full picture of that fist.

The fist also slammed into the man's face, causing cheers as the man fell.

Those contestants who watched this game also wrote down her name in their hearts, called Mo Xiaozao, she is definitely not an opponent who can be sent away casually, and looking at such action habits, she is definitely a novice.

It also happened to expose the biggest problem.

Even if he has the memory of Tuoba Xianbei, Mo Xiaozao only knows how to fight and how to attack, and he is completely an inexperienced rookie, and he can only rely on the way he has figured out how to attack.

"It's really the one who doesn't make me feel good." The phantom said naturally, and he didn't forget to take a look at the people on the stage, and there was really this group of people there.

Maybe Quirrell has something to do with a few guys.

She didn't have much interest when she was alive, and after so long after she died, these little guys had such good abilities, and they really have to admit that they are really powerful.

Sighing at what he had thought, he also saw the wine green face after leaving here, still as pale as ever, with green clothes, like those demagogic imps he had seen before.

"You're so good, I thought you'd be the one who died." The burgundy voice was hoarse, and his gaze crossed her to the man who was being dragged along.

She also felt the action of the wine, and naturally guessed that there was the man behind her, so she naturally evoked a light smile, "Who wouldn't work hard in this kind of life and death thing?" ”

"You're in luck."

After saying this, the wine green didn't look at her anymore, and took her out of the room directly, but gave more information about this place, including why this place was Quirrell.

It is said that one of Quirrell's high-ranking people also came here and won the victory, and he did something behind the back of this place, which caused this place to be transferred to Quirrell.

As for whether it was true or not, Wine Green said that he didn't know, and he didn't forget to ask her tentatively what was the last spell used on the playing field, and he had never seen such a spell in the records.

There are two similar spells, one is to use your own qi to modify the form simply, but almost all of them are decorations or others, and they have no ability to attack at all.

As for the formation that she arranged and appeared like that, it didn't appear at all.

"I don't know what this is called, but I picked up a book when I was in the world, and I read some of this, and I don't know what this is, so I learned it because it was fun." She said naturally, dodging the boundy's body, "I'm sorry, I'm in my room." ”

"Then you go back, and when I have time, I'll come over and talk to you." Wine Green dropped this sentence, and before he could continue to speak, Mo Xiaozao, who was in front of him, had already left.

And after her body entered her room, the phantom was no longer in control of her body, and her body, which was already somewhat vague, became more blurred under the magic pen, and disappeared under the magic pen without calling her name.

On the contrary, because of her actions, she was chased and asked by many aliens on that day, wanting to know why she could use so little qi to stimulate such power.

Although that man is a little stupid, he thinks that he can match anyone, and he still has three points of ability, otherwise he would not have developed such an arrogant temperament.

She didn't know about these things outside, and she didn't even know that on the day after she started, C and Bai Luohuan also participated in a competition in other arenas.

Bai Luohuan completely relied on the talismans given by Mo Xi'an, and directly stoned the female ghost she was facing to death.

In addition, she didn't know that after her body was attached to the phantom, the fusion of the phantom became even faster, and with this change, the memories in her body flowed into her mind again.

Affected by her memory, when she fell asleep, all she saw was a boundless red, some people shouted no, and some people scolded Wen Quxing, saying that she would not die well.

As a dog above, even if it dies for the sake of the above, there will not be the slightest person to take care of such a dead person, and even a word of comfort will not exist.

Mo Xiaozao's eyebrows frowned in his dream, his little hands clenched, and a voice overflowed from his lips, "Don't, run, run!" ”

The spirit of the words she used on this day also appeared frequently in her dreams, blooming bright red, constantly stimulating her mind and allowing her to see those bloody memories.

Holding the magic pen tightly, she slaughtered one after another, and the words she wrote also had a void body.