Just after the white-haired man's voice ended, the attack that should have appeared did not come as sound, but instead began to rain lightly. Most of the trees here are more than ten feet high, and the trees grow luxuriantly, covering the sky and the sun, even in the daylight, it is difficult to see the sun, completely dividing the ground and the sky into two different worlds. It stands to reason that such a light rain could not have been possible in this forest, because of the dense trees, the rain would definitely collect on the leaves, and then collect into water droplets before falling, how could such small raindrops avoid the leaves and fall directly to the ground.

Although Sophia's demonic nature has increased greatly at this moment, the habit of observing the nuances that she usually develops has not disappeared because of the opening of the armament. After perceiving the problem, he flashed to the side of the ghost and the ghost, and said indifferently in a rather hoarse voice:

"There's something wrong with this rain. ”

Accustomed to seeing Sophia's gentle and watery appearance, at this moment the ghost was afraid that Sophia would be demonic and recognize himself as an enemy, seeing Sophia rushing closer, just wanted to dodge, suddenly heard such a sentence, and didn't think much about it at the moment, he was on guard all around, and even made an armed ceremony again, completely opening the 'Archangel's Guardian'. After all, Sophia's inference was quite high before, and since she even said that there would be a problem, it wouldn't be too different, and she also felt that something seemed to be wrong.

Although the white-haired man just exhaled with full breath, there was no change at this moment except that the rain was a little heavier than before, but the fog was a little lighter because of the rain. I can't help but wonder if this white-haired man has become old and confused, and he would actually come up with such a trick to kill himself......

Sophia didn't have such thoughts as ghosts at the moment, I saw that her brows were tightly locked, her expression was quite serious, and the demon spirit energy around her body was even stronger in this tense atmosphere, completely enveloping her body, and at the same time constantly observing around, as if expecting the white-haired person to have a flaw, and then take the opportunity to succeed......

After many observations, Sophia also gave up this plan, it seems that although this white-haired man is arrogant, he really does not relax when fighting, and he is obviously a veteran who has been crawling on the edge of life and death for some years. Sophia secretly said in her heart: With this white-haired person's proud character, he must disdain to do such a bluffing thing, yes, this rain will definitely have another mystery. There is nothing wrong with this rain, except that it is magical, but it is no different from the rain in nature on a normal day. The white-haired man must have other plans, and since his attack had not yet exerted its power, it was really a good idea to wait for the white-haired man to make a move without doing anything.

Thinking of this, Sophia made another move at the moment. I saw her hands combined and stretched out to her chest, and all the black energy around her body converged to the place where her palms merged, and when she had no more energy around her, Sophia's eyes opened, her eyes were full of light, and her hands suddenly swiped to the outside of her body. The energy gathered in the hands spreads out in the direction of the palms without being blocked by external forces, and slowly spreads in the chest, combining, and condensing. A piano made of magic then appears in front of the body. Then Sophia's gaze slowly changed to the indifferent appearance of Fang Cai, and she exhaled softly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yasheng!"

At this moment, the raindrops in the forest are as big as soybeans, even if there is no magic blessing, it is quite unpleasant to hit the body, and under the impact of the rain, several people's clothes are already soaked, and it is quite uncomfortable to stick to the body. But as soon as Sophia's sound sounded, the rain suddenly scattered as if it had been frightened, and then returned to its original state again, as if the scattered just now was like an illusion.

Seeing that the blow worked, Sophia did not hesitate at the moment, changed the soft timbre of the past, and the sound was full of murderous meaning, and at the same time continued to transmit her own demonic energy into the piano through the keyboard, so that the power of the piano sound was greatly increased, and the sound arc that spread to the surroundings was transformed into a series of sharp invisible sound blades under the action of the piano and energy, and flew out in all directions. But the white-haired man seemed to have been on guard after the gaffe just now, but he was unshaken under such a fierce attack.

"Haha......ha Drink!"

Just as Sophia attacked, several ethereal laughter came into everyone's ears, as if they were glad that several people did not flee in such an attack, and as if they were laughing at the inadequacy of their counterattack. Then, after a thunderous shout, the air suddenly became cold and abnormal, and the raindrops the size of beans changed their shape in an instant.

The fog, which had faded under the rain, merged with the falling raindrops, turning into small ice picks, ready to go in mid-air, and the rain that fell on the ground also formed ice under the cold air. The expressions of the ghosts changed instantly, not because of the aura that could instantly change the surrounding temperature, nor because of this stunt of rain fog turning ice. It's just that there are tens of thousands of haggard and weak ice picks in the sky, and they are displayed in an orderly manner in the air, and it is obvious that the skill of this white-haired man is extraordinary.

"Go!"

With another old voice sounded, the ice picks in the sky were like soldiers who had been ordered to charge, covering the sky and the sun, and the momentum was strong, as if it could tear the three small creatures on the ground to pieces in a moment.

I saw that at this moment, an invisible water curtain seemed to be hung between the ghost's body, and countless ice picks hit it, but what stirred up was not ripples, but a defensive circle arranged by the ghost after being armed. At this moment, the purple magic array around the ghost is like a sky full of stars, constantly repeating this state of flickering and disappearing, and the ice picks either bounce out of the sky under the defense of these magic arrays, or turn into annihilation, or directly hit the ice surface, but the ice picks are still moths to the flames, and they are not afraid. These icicles did not disappear after they shattered and fell into the air, but instead bounced into the air again under the reflection of the ice surface, and combined with the icicles in mid-air to form a more powerful form.

The ghost's face became even more ugly, and he said in his heart: No wonder this white-haired man took so long to cast an attack, it turns out that this trick is so powerful, such a speed, such a frequency, this guy can actually manipulate and combine at will, he really has some ability. In this case, the attack suffered was not as simple as the tens of thousands of icicles seen at the beginning, if this icicle could be repeated and regrouped, within a few moments, the three of them would definitely be dead.

At this moment, there was one thing on the minds of several people - I hope this powerful attack will not last too long......