Mo Qing didn't have that kind of merciless intention, seeing the night scales coming up to provoke, the purple spear in his palm swung violently, like a wandering snake.

Under Mo Qing's control, the purple spear is almost as far away as a real snake, but it is ten times faster than the snake, a hundred times, and with her fluttering purple hair, it looks mature and amazing.

Nightscales was dumbfounded.

This kind of beauty is even like a reassuring pill that fixed him there, even Mo Qing's purple spear had already been killed in front of him, and he hadn't made the slightest move.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Mo Qing's eyes, but the spear still stabbed down on Nightscale's chest without stopping.

"Dang!"

With a sound of gold and iron, Leng Meiying used the three-inch knife in his palm to bounce Mo Qing's purple spear away.

In this exchange, neither side did their best, and Leng Meiying used the power of the shock on the knife to quickly retreat more than ten meters with the night scales, and drank at the same time.

"What are you doing? Got your brain in water? ”

Leng Meiying was scared into a cold sweat, if he went a little later just now, he would be the number one general here.

The same Leng Meiying also understood a truth, if a person who was overwhelmed by love was sent to fight, it would be no different from sending him to death.

was scolded by Leng Meiying, and the night scales recovered, and his face suddenly became quite ugly.

As a qualified warrior, he actually lost his mind in battle, which is absolutely fatal.

As for the charm that should and shouldn't be, Nightscale felt that it was all a hallucination that he had suddenly had.

Bowing his head and admitting a mistake to Leng Meiying, Night Scale went up with his two guns to fight Mo Qing.

Leng Meiying nervously followed behind him, watching Night Scale's every move, she was afraid that he would have another accident, what if she was killed by Mo Qing again? Standing here for a long time, at least he can be assured that he won't be killed right under his nose.

Mo Qing's strength is beyond doubt, a purple spear, picking up the head and stabbing the waist down, makes the night scales who are also playing with guns feel extremely guilty, and the attack formation, which was originally quite neat, suddenly became quite chaotic under Mo Qing's purple spear sweep.

Mo Qing's pair of willow eyebrows were furrowed quite tightly, the purple spear was picked up and thorned, and the purple hair and cloak flew away with his shoulders, looking very beautiful.

Night Scales used to be more and more courageous, but now, the more they fight, the more they have no confidence.

Not only because of Mo Qing's strength, but also because the longer he came into contact with Mo Qing, the more he felt that she was incomprehensible, and she was also climbing rapidly in the heart of the night scales, and soon, she was already second only to the captain.

Night Scale has his own crooked theory, that is, he will never fight with the people he cares about, so he has never fought with Leng Meiying, even if he fights with Su Qi and them, it is better to use a gun without a gun head.

It was this kind of psychology that made Nightscale's skills more and more fashionable, and even in the end, he just retreated.

Compared to Nightscale's battle rules, Mo Qing is a mad hardliner.

She believes that fighting is sacred, and that any letting go and not trying to do anything is shameful and should be killed.

This boy's offensive just now was still so sharp, but now how did he become a soft-footed shrimp?