A palm-sized silver ball of soul power light was formed, and with the momentum of breaking through the air and exploding the ground, it stabbed straight towards the face of the Ink King.

Mo Bai didn't even raise his head.

just shook his head regretfully: "Your marksmanship, I didn't learn the essence." It's just that there is no way, and the momentum and determination to pierce everything are far from enough. ”

His right hand rested on the armrest of his wheelchair.

Gently press it.

The hidden compartment of the mechanism hidden in the wheelchair is activated instantly.

A dozen arrows whizzed out.

The shooting force was very strong, and it directly wiped out sparks in the air. Hidden in the armrest of the wheelchair is a miniature device of Zhuge Repeater.

Don't look smaller, but more powerful.

The shooting power of this arrow is no less than the power of ten bulls!

More than a dozen arrows rushed towards Nangong Ling's silver spear together, and there was a sound of metal hitting and clapping, and the spear god was actually blocked.

The aura of soul power condensed on the head of the spear also gradually dimmed.

Nangong Ling's body was also shocked, and he took a step back before he could stabilize himself.

He stood sideways with a gun in his hand, and his face was a little ugly.

is not only because of King Mo's verbal ridicule of his marksmanship, but also because the other party is very right, his marksmanship has a big flaw, and the gap between him and the master's indomitable and unhindered stab is still not small.

It's not.

The Mo King didn't even use his soul power, but just used a powerful hidden weapon mechanism to block his spear.

It's so devastating.

"Spear God II!" Nangong Ling felt humiliated, but he didn't want to admit defeat, he exploded, brandished the silver spear again, dancing into a whirl, like a dragon out of a hole, "The spear dragon is out of the hole!" ”

The soul power on the spear was entangled, forming a stout dragon more than five meters long and half a meter wide.

Growling, roaring.

The volley struck in the direction of Mo Bai.

The wind is cold.

The black hair was white, and it was blown to the back of his head.

However.

His expression was still extremely calm.

He stepped on the left pedal.

A chain flew out directly, like a dazzling chain, like a silver snake under the reflection of the iceberg.

Three-turn spirit lock.

The semi-finished product of the nine-turn spirit lock.

"Bondage."

Thin lips with perfect inky white are lightly opened.

This time, he infused the soul power of the Great Soul Martial Master in the three-turn spirit lock.

Three turns of the spirit lock, tinkling.

In mid-air, dazzling his body is entangled, and he fights with the spear dragon of the second type of spear god out of the hole.

Soon.

and they were divided into the superior and the inferior.

At the beginning, when the spear dragon came out of the hole, it was only entangled in the dragon's tail by the three-turn spirit lock, and after a while, even the torso of the dragon's body, and even the dragon's head, were wrapped around in a circle.

Since the dragon has been bound, how can it come out of the hole?

The end of the crossbow.

The spear dragon whined.

Nangong Ling was anxious, and continued to inject soul power into it, but unfortunately, it still couldn't withstand the binding power of the three-turn spirit lock.

Five seconds later, the spear dragon broke.

Nangong Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and took several steps backwards in a row, and the silver spear martial soul in his hand gradually blurred, and there was a feeling that he almost couldn't even maintain his appearance.

"Do you want to fight?" King Mo raised his eyebrows.

It's not that he looks down on Nangong Ling.

It's this kid who is really not qualified to be his opponent, "Next time, let your master come to the spear." Or, let the black-robed high priest come. Maybe this king can still be a little more interested. ”