Bai Feng doubted the authenticity of Luojia's words, but this kind of thing was easy to find, and it shouldn't be a lie.

Could it be that Luo Tiannu really has tens of millions of war spirits?

Tens of millions of war spirits can use the tactics of the sea of people to flood his small world, how can this be fought?!

Luo Jia turned around and flew to the safety zone, gently turning the small world, communicating with Mr. Kong Ming in the world, and the sadness on his face was replaced with ease.

Psychological tactics, if you can scare the other party to take the initiative to admit defeat, it is the best.

Bai Feng was really frightened, and it wasn't until the sound of the countdown at the beginning of the game appeared that he hurried to the safe zone, forgot all the tactics he had thought of, and casually pulled out a war spirit.

The human mage sees the king of death.

Seeing that the Dead King is a long-range mage, a war spirit cultivated based on the god of death, in charge of the law of death, the scythe can harvest the soul, and all the war spirits who have harvested the soul by him cannot be resurrected in this game, because the scythe cuts off the connection between the harvesting soul and the core of the world, unless the opponent's death law realm is higher than his.

Seeing the Death King, he generally fights with the Martial Arts War Spirit Great Sword Master.

The Great Sword Master is a melee martial arts monk who specializes in physical arts, and he still practices the famous Demon Dragon Battle Body of the Dragon Clan, with iron walls and thick qi and blood.

On Luojia's side, Mr. Kong Ming arranged to fight the Holy Gate Holy Witch, the girl's face was bright and clear, innocent and playful with an unconscious charm, her eyes were full of anticipation, and her smile was full of affection.

The Holy Witch was dressed in colorful satin, her clothes were thin, her feet were not wearing shoes, her toes stepped lightly on the void, and she circled and danced a few times, like a blooming white lotus, and fell in the Creation Arena and bent down to bow to Luoga.

The second war spirit came out half a step behind the holy witch, and she was also a girl, but she was a fairy who led the Buddhist sect to practice, with a beautiful face, a holy temperament, and a white coat wrapped tightly in layers, holding a sword in one hand, and saluting to Luojia seriously.

Two female War Spirits make their first appearance.

This was also the first time that the Loga had used a female War Spirit.

After the bell rang, the Shi Fairy saluted and greeted the dead king, but Wanguan smiled and rushed towards the great sword master like a mountain elf, with a sweet smile on his face, as if he was rushing into the arms of his lover.

Seeing the Dead Monarch Dynasty swinging his scythe.

The master fairy's long sword came out of its sheath, and it slashed out a round of bright sword qi like a crescent, cutting off the death fluctuations.

Wanguan stepped on the tip of the great swordsman's broad sword, swirled and flew, looking back and chuckling, sparkling and tactful, and the flowing ribbon brushed the big swordsman's cheeks, leaving a burst of fragrant wind.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle bell ......"

The silver bell rang, and the great swordsman's mind was pried one after another, and the originally clumsy and concise movements seemed clumsy, and when the laughter of Wanguan floated past his ears, the great swordsman could barely hold the heavy sword in his hand.

The audience also saw that their eyes were enthusiastic and confused, and some people covered their eyes as if they had seen something that could not be seen, but their minds sank into the creation field and watched with relish, and they did not forget to sigh in their mouths, what kind of master has what kind of war spirit.

That's a bit of a shame.

The dance of Luojia is neutral, without the slightest meaning of color, with the flight of patterns as the main body, just like the peach blossoms on the branches, the butterflies among the flowers, and the birds and finches in the mountains, exuding the beauty of simple creatures.

And the dance of Wanguan is the temptation of thousands of red dust, and the bewitchment of seven emotions and six desires, which falls into the eyes and ears and enters the heart, which makes people hallucinate.

The gentle ribbon with the fragrant breeze slid under the Great Swordsman's eyes again, and the silky and soft touch distracted the Great Swordsman.

Without warning, a short sword appeared in front of the Great Swordsman's neck.

When the cold edge of the short sword pierced the skin, the great sword master suddenly realized that the pink red dust smoke in his eyes instantly dissipated, and the power of the surrounding world lit up, but it was too late.

The power of the blue and crystal world on the short sword exploded, and it slashed hard.

A head flies.

Only then did the black shadow holding the short sword appear, rushed into the air and grabbed the great swordsman's bun, disappeared out of thin air again, and escaped back to the other half of the Creation Field.

Wanguan stopped dancing, stomped his feet, and sneered, "My goal is to make you nosy." ”

Wu Nong's soft words, although he is scolding, he is like a lover, and he is numb in his heart.

The master fairy and the king of death are evenly matched, the king of death is a mage, although the magic power is strong, but it also has to hit the enemy to be effective, but the sword heart of the master fairy is clear, and he can sense the soul collection supernatural power, and each sword is just slashed on the fluctuation of death,

Wanguan didn't step forward to help, suspended not far in the air, playing with the ribbon in his hand, watching the Shi Fairy fight with great interest, and did not forget to say that the sword of the Shi Fairy was too slow and too blunt, and put on a posture of watching from the wall.

After Bai Feng fell from the Great Sword Master, the brain that was suppressed by Luojia's tens of thousands of war spirits calmed down and began to think.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

Bai Feng said silently in his heart, human beings are easy to be enlightened and wise, but they are also selfish, they are only ten war spirits, and they can secretly intrigue and divide five or six factions, and tens of millions of war spirits must be a mess of scattered sand, which is not enough evidence.

For example, right now, it is really unwise for two female war spirits not to work together to advance and retreat, and directly put their differences on the surface.

Bai Feng quietly drew out a pure sword cultivator who was strong-willed and not easily affected by demonic thoughts.

Jian Xiu was hidden in the void, and suddenly took out his sword.

The object that Jian Feng was referring to was not the idle Wanguan, but the master fairy who was in a stalemate with the dead king.

Boom!

The sound of steel clashing sounded.

The flying sword with a sword blade less than a meter away from the Shi Fairy was bounced away, and the sword cut off a strand of bangs that the Shi Fairy couldn't dodge, and the hair gradually dissipated into aura in the air after leaving the body.

"Owe me once!"

Wanguan smiled at the master fairy, pounced on Jian Xiu like a light butterfly, and began to dance again.

This dance is a little different from the previous ones, rigid and soft, unpredictable, the soft ribbon turned into a soft sword, flowing with the power of the world, invincible.

Bai Feng led out a war spirit who was good at sneak attacks and assassinations, and then saw two new war spirits on the opposite side, one of which was Lu Xiaoji with a red cloak floating on his back.

Lu Xiaoji had already fought for Luo Jia several times, and his pair of phoenix wings that could break through time and space, as well as the two fingers of his right hand that dismantled the origin, made Bai Feng quite jealous.

And the white deer beside Lu Xiaoji, who was screaming and rubbing wine, was an old acquaintance.

Bai Lu is good at defending and counterattacking, and in the year-end test of the Red Leaf Realm, Bai Feng's war spirit has been defeated by the Heavenly Punishment God Thunder several times.

Lu Xiaoji raised the wine jug from a distance towards the direction where the attack and killing spirit was dodging, the corners of his mouth smirked, and he used his index finger and middle finger to make scissors with one hand in the void menace.

Don't dare to move.

Bai Feng snorted, he could see that Luo Tiannu used this game to hone the new war spirit, the so-called ten million war spirits were just to scare him, but Luo Tiannu did have a lot of war spirits.

The black shadow took away the head of the Great Sword Master, so that he could not resurrect the Great Sword Master completely, lost the meat shield, and saw that the Dead King could only be used by the female sword cultivator to sharpen the sword stone.

That's it, let the Ice Sword take the demon girl to refine the heart.

Bai Feng gave up and simply buried himself in the world. URL

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