In that instant, she silently recited the mantra, closed her fan and waved her hand directly at him, and shouted: "Out! ”

Then, the rain came at him!

At this moment, she saw that the three orbs he had thrown, glowing with lilac light, were rushing towards her.

She subconsciously swept away with the ink fan in her hand, but found that they were not affected by her spiritual attack at all, and they still attacked her without any absence.

She did a backflip, and the balls flew by grazing her jaw, which was a thrilling escape.

I thought this was the end, but those few orbs turned back and attacked her again with stronger spiritual power and speed.

What the hell is this?

She's on the ......

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