How could the red-haired not see Leng Wushuang's malice towards him! He sighed helplessly, and took out a crystal stone from his arms that radiated a golden light like a small sun.

"Oh my God!! this is Burning Gold Ore, you~you~ Who are you?How could you have this kind of fantastic ore?" Leng Wushuang blurted out directly.

She is an authentic magician, and rare materials are also very attractive to her, not to mention this kind of gold-burning ore, which ranks seventh in the list of rare ores?

Legend has it that this kind of gold-burning ore itself has a terrible temperature, and it was formed by the special changes of the divine power felt by the earth when the gods descended to the mortal world when their feet hit the ground. Just inputting it directly on the equipment is enough to increase the level of the equipment, and if it is carved to the effect, it is the dream of all magicians.

"I think I'm right, you're a magician! this kind of stone is not something a creator of your age can have. However, for the sake of you protecting the young master so much, this stone should be regarded as a thank you gift from me for the young master!" he directly threw the burning gold ore at Leng Wushuang.

Leng Wushuang instinctively stretched out his right hand and took this golden crystal stone, if it were any magician or even anyone who knew the true body of this stone, I am afraid that his eyes would fall on this treasure at the first time.

But now Leng Wushuang, in her eyes, what she values more is the sacrifice next to this red-haired man of unknown origin.

"Who are you, I'll ask you again!Where do you want to take the sacrifice?" Leng Wushuang asked as he stared at the other party with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Little girl, there are some things you don't have to know, and you don't have the right to know!" After saying that, his fingertips slid lightly on the ground, and a transparent wall with a slight golden light directly blocked Leng Wushuang aside.

Don't underestimate the red-haired man's hand, among the strong, those with absolute skills will definitely be superior, but it is useless to have strong skills in the face of the absolute level gap.

The golden wall was a display of pure power, and the hand the other party showed was to tell her that as long as she crossed the wall, she would not be talking to her.

Leng Wushuang hesitated, but Xiaohu didn't seem to take the other party in his eyes at all, and a tiger claw unceremoniously tore through the golden barrier.

"Xiaohu, you...... You...... Okay! The Sacrifice is our partner, and even if we fight to the last breath, we will never watch our partner being taken away!" As soon as the words fell, the five balls representing ability beside Leng Wushuang floated.

The spear with the blood-red prince Han Tian was directly summoned by Leng Wushuang, and this time Leng Wushuang didn't have the slightest intention of trying his hand. The five balls that had been suspended in the air seemed to be dragged into the tip of the spear.

In an instant, the appearance of the spear cold sky changed qualitatively, the power of the red energy ball, the strength of the yellow energy ball, the wind of the white energy ball, the ice of the blue energy ball, and the pitch-black shadow like ink.

In the initial battle, Leng Wushuang didn't use much of the power of these energy spheres, or she couldn't use this power in front of the sacrifice at all, which was a terrifying power close to the devil.

The originally slender silver-white cold sky turned into a huge death scythe, and the dark and dark body flowed with four-colored energy like blood. What's even more terrifying is that there is an eye at the place where the energy converges at the blade, but it is larger than the ordinary eye, and the appearance is simply terrifying.

Looking at Leng Wushuang on the other hand, at this moment, she seemed to echo the terrible scythe, her face became extremely hideous, her muscles twitched, her eyes opened wide and terrifying, as if her eyeballs were about to pop out at any time, and she didn't know when fangs like beasts grew in her mouth.

"Who are you~~~ ??? what kind of trick is this???" The red-haired man was a little flustered, originally in his opinion, this magician was a beginner at most, but now the other party has completely become another person, and the deep and terrible pressure invisibly made him feel a trace of danger.

However, this feeling of danger only lasted for a moment, because when a master really reached a certain level, an instinct would appear in his body, which was an intuition that surpassed all external objects.

The redhead clearly felt the danger of the woman in front of him, but the next moment he understood that the other party could not threaten his life, and this was the confidence in strength.

Facing Leng Wushuang with such a terrifying appearance, he laughed from the bottom of his heart, "Hahaha~~Hahaha~~Hahaha~~! It seems that it is indeed my rudeness, you do have the qualifications to become a young master's partner, but unfortunately, you are still too tender now. ”

For his words, the current Leng Wushuang didn't listen to it at all or said that she couldn't hear it at all, Leng Wushuang who used all her strength was like being possessed by a demon god and sold her soul to the devil, and it was not the red-haired man in front of her who wanted to fight from the moment she burst out of her power, but her own heart.

It is a demon that lives in one's own heart, a demon that will devour one's own self at any time.

Just as the red-haired voice fell, the pitch-black scythe had already landed on his neck, and this silent attack was really terrifying.

I saw that the sickle was in Leng Wushuang's hand, and the restrained blade swept directly from the redhead's neck, and I saw a round head rolling directly to the ground, but the strange thing was that the head fell to the ground without the slightest blood flowing out from the neat incision on the neck.

If this scene were replaced by other normal people, I am afraid that they would have been vigilant a long time ago, but now Leng Wushuang did not have the slightest sense of realm, the pitch-black scythe in his hand attacked the body again and again, and this sickle that gathered huge power was like tofu to the red-haired body, and it was cut into pieces in just a few blinks of an eye.

But just like before, there was not the slightest blood flowing out of any part of the body. Leng Wushuang silently took a few steps back, she held the sickle high with both hands, only to see a huge phantom behind the scythe, this phantom was very vague, and she could only see a little bit faintly.

This is the same as reaching the strongest power of that dark elder a few years ago, but this one is very illusory. But now she doesn't know what she's doing. (To be continued.) )