The dark black magic ball bombarded Reginad's body frantically, and the monstrous magic energy shattered and decayed, pressing on the thin body of the white-robed mage, like a violent wind shaking the small tree. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sindra's heart suddenly swelled with murderous intent, she wanted to use this terrible magic power to completely destroy this guy who dared to offend her and make her so embarrassed!

The palm of the hand is slowly clenched, and the fate of death has been decided.

This is where power is most intoxicating and crazy, and fate can be decided with a single gesture. The power in your hand, as long as it is strong enough, can change everything. There is no need to compromise with anyone.

She noticed a blue magic light flashing in the corner of her eye. But that couldn't stop her magic.

However, change is only a matter of moments.

The space in which the white-robed magician was trapped suddenly distorted, and a whirlpool slowly emerged, absorbing his figure into it and disappearing.

He escaped!

I didn't expect it to be the power of psionic energy! is an Ionian psyker. Sindra couldn't help but grit her teeth.

She hated this feeling so much, hated that there were things she couldn't do, that there were mortals as small as ants to thwart her powerful Dark Head!

And the magic light in the corner of his eye, which was menacing, became bigger and bigger in his sight.

Sindra stopped the blue magic light with her hand, and the dazzling magic light was suppressed by her powerful telekinesis, and slowly dispersed, and a bright blue orb revealed its original form, floating in the palm of her hand.

"Nine-Tailed Demon Fox?" Sindra glanced behind her, her eyes narrowing dangerously, staring contemptuously at the guy who was trying to sneak up on her with the orb. The woman under the gorgeous Hanfu swayed with nine tails behind her.

"Why? You promised you wouldn't hurt him! The nine-tailed demon fox glared at her, his eyes red, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the might of her power in the slightest.

Sindra admits that she was indeed carried away by the anger, but she was angry at the offense of the nine-tailed demon fox, the offense from the bottom up!

She raised her hand slightly, and the powerful energy moved with her heart.

On the nine-tailed demon fox's cheeks full of anger, his expression suddenly froze. Her mouth was wide open, and there were bursts of painful hiss from deep in her throat - the snow-white jade neck seemed to be clamped by a large, invisible hand, and she was breathless.

"So you came to me to ask for the guilt?" Sindra asked coldly.

She was already angry because of the battle with the white-robed magician, and now this nine-tailed demon fox did not hesitate to offend her, but also openly protected him, which made her even more angry.

She even wanted to kill the nine-tailed demon fox directly to vent her anger for a moment, but thinking that the value of this fox was not exhausted, she still didn't do it.

Just let her suffer a little.

The palm of the grasping hand slowly relaxed, and the power exerted on Ahri's neck was slowly removed. The blocked air poured into her trachea, and Ahri coughed.

"It's not your turn to dictate my affairs!" The dark orb suddenly condensed into the air, and the power of the energy made the space tremble, and with a wave of his hand, the orb knocked Ahri back and fell from mid-air.

Sindra looked at the falling fox shadow, smiled coldly, and then went back to the palace.

The shadow hanging in the air slowly returned to the floating demon palace, where Varus was already waiting respectfully, and on his muscular body, the clear magic lines seemed to be surging demon veins in his veins.

He was already proficient at controlling this new power.

Sindra was pleased with the progress, but the only thing she was disappointed was that she realized her misjudgment.

She thought that the power that Varus had gained in the withering abyss was the evil grail that Athena had left behind in the world. But unfortunately not, it turns out that his power is not infinite, and although the magic power is somewhat similar to the power of the evil grail, it is not the power of the grail after all.

Of course, he can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid that the power of the Holy Grail would have been forcibly withdrawn by her and taken for herself.

"Ready, Lord Sindra." He said, his eyes down, not even bumping into Sindra's, and not mentioning her somewhat embarrassed look.

It's humble.

"Good." She said coldly, without any expression on her face, although she couldn't wait in her heart.

The door of the main hall suddenly opened, and there were hundreds of people in the hall, it seemed that they should have been militia or horse bandits who had been caught from somewhere, and there were also Noxian sergeants, presumably those who had fallen behind.

They looked at the light that suddenly shot in from the open door, and in their eyes there was fear, anger, and hatred...... Mixed emotions converge on Varus and Sindra.

But there was nothing they could do, and the most vicious and powerful attack they could launch now was just with their eyes, and it didn't hurt. Because their bodies were imprisoned by a strange vine, they could not move, and the vine exuded a strong smell of corruption, which was obviously Varus's magic.

And in the center of the main hall, Master Wuji Sword Saint Yi was sitting in the air, as if he was meditating, and the Wuji Sword was also hanging in front of him, and the dark green on the sword was deep, revealing a dull hatred.

It's time.

Sindra moved her spirit, withdrew the repulsion from the air under her feet, stepped her shoes on the floor of the palace, and announced loudly to the "prisoners" who were huddled in the corners of the palace:

"Now, I want you to kill the swordsman in the center of this hall, and everyone who survives can be free." With a slight wave of her hand, she wiped away the rotten vines as if they had never existed.

The corners of Syndra's mouth hooked, and a weapon with a dark telekinetic condensation fell to the ground with a clatter.

The prisoners looked at each other, picked up their weapons on the ground, and shouted to cheer themselves up, rushing towards the Infinite Sword Saint in the center of the main hall.

For freedom.

To get out of this hellish place.

To live.

There was a cry in the hearts of the prisoners, and they encouraged each other, the swordsman was alone after all, and their hundreds of people would surely crush him!

A machete slashes the back of the swordsman's head! But it seems to be cut on a pile of cotton, soft and soft, without any texture. It was like an ancient well without waves, and there was no reaction.

No, not exactly.

The swordsman in the middle of the hall suddenly opened his eyes. The levitating sword was instantly held in his palm, and his figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost, turning into phantoms and shadows, passing through the crowd!

The smile on Sindra's face deepened.

Between a few screams, Master Yi's figure suddenly emerged from the void, his feet landed lightly, and then the three closest to him instantly fell to his feet.

He's dead.

The people who were eyeing each other couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene, and after a while, they still carried their weapons and rushed over with gritted teeth.

The soul of the deceased was absorbed by the Infinite Sword, turning into a powerful and incomparable spiritual power, and before those weapons could touch his body, Yi disappeared again, and the Dao Sword Shadow passed through the crowd......

100 people beheaded.

"The sword path of nothingness is originally launched by spiritual power, and it needs to be pushed to the peak by the sword intent, so that the sword of the mind can injure the enemy invisibly. Therefore, although it is strong, after all, it needs to be warmed by ordinary sword moves first, rather than killing moves that can be launched continuously. However, after my transformation, he only needs to use the Sword of Mind to slash his opponents, and then he can absorb the souls of the dead, turn them into magic and urge the Sword of Thoughts again, and it will never end! ”

Sindra said slowly, looking at the slaughter in the hall, the screams kept echoing in the hall, and the fire in the depths of her eyes became more and more intense.

"And this is the invincible humanoid weapon I want! All of Ionia will tremble! ”