Ninth-Order Mystery?

In the terrifying brain of Night Terror, he immediately began to calculate the combat power of the man named Zhang Xiao in front of him.

Zhang Qing'er is also a mystery, but a third-order mystery.

And her younger brother, Ye Yan, a rare genius, a twelve-year-old ninth-order mystic.

In other words, the Zhang Xiao in front of him is at the same level as Ye Yan.

No, because of his lack of experience, he is definitely not as good as Zhang Xiao in actual combat.

Thousands of times, she had simulated her first battle scenario in her mind, but she didn't expect it to be in such a situation.

This beginning, not good, not good.

He shook his head slightly, and the people below and the people of the Ye family breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

It's good to refuse, you must know that Zhang Qing'er and this man are definitely a little white rabbit and a tiger, not a level at all.

Immediately afterwards, Night Terror hooked her lips and smiled, and when everyone thought she would refuse, Shi Breaking said: "Okay." ”

Then, in the moment when everyone was stunned, Night Terror Hong took a step back slightly, pointed to an open place and said, "Right there?" ”

The night has no wind and suddenly comes back to his senses!

"What a ghost! Where the hell! Shocking! ”

This furious sound made Zhang Xiao, the ninth-order mystic master who was shocked, his ears buzzed, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

Seeing this, Zhang Shijie almost died of anger!

Rub, you are too despicable without wind at night, and the two of them haven't dueled yet, so you just crushed them with coercion?!

No way!

He's coming, too!

It's just that he hasn't been angry yet, Su Yan's cool gaze came, and he had to stop talking.

Damn it!

What kind of **** luck did this night terror go, it was actually taken by Su Yan and protected like this.

Seeing that he didn't kill people with one move, Ye Wufeng was ready to make persistent efforts, and at this time, Yan Lazy spoke: "Lord Ye, don't go too far." ”

There was no wind at night, and he snorted coldly, and there was no sense of embarrassment at all.

He, Zhang Shijie, can send a ninth-order mystic to bully Jing Hong, does he still have to sit idly by?

The more Night Wufeng thought about it, the more inappropriate it became, and he looked up at Night Terror with concern in his eyes, who smiled at him and continued to walk forward.

In fact, Ye Wufeng's actions were also seen by Night Terror, such meticulous care made her heart warm, but even if he didn't do it, she was confident that she could win.

Stand still, turn around, raise your eyes and chuckle.

"Zhang Xiao, are you ready? Admit defeat counts as lose? Or will it be until death? ”

Everyone's eyes are about to pop out, until death?!

Are you sure you can really say such a thing?!

Night terrors!

Aren't you looking for death?

"Sister......" Yeqi whispered, what does my sister want to do? This is not the time to be rash!

"Shocking!"

Night Wufeng, Night Feather, and Night Luo also Ye Xu's heart shook, and secretly guessed, could it be that Night Terror Hong was really overly injured?

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment, glanced back at Zhang Shijie, and after getting the affirmation, he turned his head and stared at Ye Jinghong fiercely.

"Naturally, until death!" Since you are looking for death, he will fulfill you.

The night terror seemed to have anticipated the other party's choice.

"Okay."

She responded calmly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth quietly bloomed, stunning and dazzling beauty.

Zhang Xiao was shocked by the laughter of the night terror, and then, from above the spine, a cool air slowly rose up.

It seems that the laughter of the night terror is like the Manzhu Sawa blooming on the bank of the Huangquan River, which is incomparable, but it is full of the breath of death.