"The knife didn't fall on your head, of course you are not in a hurry!"

Wen Ning repelled the scythe, and the dagger in his hand was scrapped again.

"Next is your turn, Song Yi."

Wen Ning retreated and gave up the stage to Song Yi.

Scythe picked up the scythe and looked at the two with a smile, "I don't play turn-based games, I want them all!" ”

It swung its scythe and flew forward.

Song Yi took out his sword to resist, and the sickle collided with the copper coin sword and made a clattering sound.

Black smoke rose and hovered overhead.

"Hiss~"

Song Yi's arm was numb when he was shocked.

The scythe didn't care about the weapon in his hand, but stuck out his tongue and licked Song Yi hard.

"Disgusting!"

Song Yi swept away the sickle and took ten steps back to wipe his cheeks, the sticky touch on his hand always reminded him of the fact that he was being trivialized.

"You're sick!"

He yelled at the scythe.

The sickle didn't care about him, and rushed towards Wen Ning with a presumptuous smile, "The man's skin is rough and the meat is thick, it's better to eat a little girl with fine skin and tender meat!" ”

The knife light swept by, and Wen Ning couldn't dodge in time, and a strand of hair was cut off.

The broken hair fell to the ground, and Wen Ning's eyes grew cold, "I'm sorry, I refuse to step on a handful of !! ”

She pulled out her skill card and stood it in front of her, and the scythe struck straight ahead.

"I've eaten more cards than you've used, and I'm not going to be stupid enough to watch you use cards."

The scythe swung away, and the bright light burst out, and the trick was bounced ten meters away.

The hurricane centered on Wen Ning spread around, her long black hair scattered, and her eyes were cold.

"Hey, boy, what's this going on?"

Wen Goudan held two branches in front of him, and came to Song Yi's side, with uncontrollable curiosity in his eyes.

Song Yi left a sentence, "I don't know, it may be big!" He immediately blocked in front of Wen Ning and took the blow of the scythe.

Wen Ning's card array is too large and too slow to load.

Song Yi had to act as a tank to attract scythe firepower to prevent Wen Ning from collapsing.

Wen Ning in the hurricane held the makeup box turned into cards in his hand, his feet were the same width as the middle, and his right hand cast spells on the makeup box, and the angry dantian shouted, "Gunara, the dark god - Huhula, the black devil transforms!" ”

Her hair was blown up by the wind, and with this shout, her body was possessed by a halo of light.

Song Yi stumbled when he heard this, and he was almost cut to the head by the sickle.

Wen Ning gracefully stood on tiptoe and jumped into the air, volleying a horse.

Scythe Wei had never seen such a card skill, threw the sickle and smashed at Song Yi, his body turned into black mist and rushed towards Wen Ning, and he struck the west with a move.

The purple ribbon is wrapped around Wen Ning's body, and every time she changes her outfit, it will be matched with the corresponding BGM, and the girl's heart is directly full.

Song Yi dodged the sickle attack and looked at Wen Ning, who was still transforming, and said secretly: Not good!

The scythe flew up, it reached back, and the scythe that was still entangled with Song Yi flew towards it.

"Die!"

The scythe slashed, and Wen Ning happened to open his eyes.

"It's over, it's over!"

Wen Goudan hurriedly closed his eyes, not daring to look at this bloody scene.

Song Yi exclaimed, "No-"

With the dazzling light, the sickle turned into a meteor and flew dozens of meters.

"To ...... Alas? ”

Song Yi's sad face instantly turned funny.

The bright light gradually dissipated, the dark purple skirt danced in the wind, and the bow on the chest was so dazzling.

"Little girl, you ...... It's okay...... Right? ”

The strong light dissipated, Wen Goudan threw away the two branches in front of him and cried with joy, but when he saw Wen Ling standing in place, his tone turned sharply like a roller coaster.

"What can happen?"

Wen Ning teased her head confidently, "I feel full of strength now!" ”

She grinned toothily and with a glitter.

Song Yi immediately covered his eyes and shouted, "Ah, my eyes!" My eyes! It hurts! ”

Wen Goudan was even more clawless, "God, if I am guilty of fortune telling, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me see this picture!" ”

Wen Ning's brows furrowed, "What's the matter, two?" “

Halfway through the words, Wen Ning was stunned.

What about her cool spring-like voice?

What's the deal with this rough tone?

When Wen Ning reached out and touched her neck, her pupils contracted.

Wait, why does she have an Adam's apple and it's still so protruding?

Suddenly, she felt her neck flutter, and she slapped it like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Bean sacks, where is my hair?

My long, soft, black, waist-length hair!

And my hands.

Wen Ning lowered her eyebrows and looked at her hand, which was twice as large as usual, and the muscles of her arm, and she couldn't help but fall backwards.

No wonder she felt empowered.

Originally...... Originally......

She recited the Little Demon Fairy Transformation Spell, and her style followed the style of "Horse Monkey Shochu Me".

Wen Ningsha sculpture brain overload, stop thinking.

The scythe that was knocked away got up from the ground, and seeing Wen Ning changing from a woman to a man, its dead man's blue-gray face actually had other colors.

It immediately poked its eyes out, and anger arose.

"Die, shemale!"

"Whoever spicy my eyes will die!"

The scythe has no eyes, but it doesn't matter, it's just a decoration, it depends on popularity.

The scythe swept in, and Wen Ning summoned the Black Demon Immortal Artifact, the violin.

A magic weapon is worthy of a magic weapon, and a musical instrument can resist the sound of metal colliding at the same time as the sickle.

She lowered her eyes to the scythe, picked up the violin and smashed it on the head.

The collision of magic and the supernatural.

A fist-sized bag grows from the treacherous spirit.

"Actually hit?"

"Actually hit?!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

Scythe and Wen Ning glanced at each other, and one person and one trick separated at the same time.

"That good guy of mine!"

Eating melon No. 1 Wen Dog Egg, seeing this person confronting each other, he exclaimed.

Song Yi, the No. 2 who eats melons: "Direct illusion city tower duel." ”

The two glanced at each other, and Wen Goudan suddenly smiled, and that smile could be called obscene.

"Who do you say will win?"

Song Yi also grinned, "That must be Wen Ning!" ”

"It's moving, it's moving."

Wen Ning picked up the violin and attacked at the same time as the scythe.

Clang, the strings were slashed through with a scythe.

After a few more strings, the scythe couldn't help but complain: "This should be an instrument, right?" Who uses a musical instrument as a knife? ”

"I'm in charge of my instrument, and of course I'm sorry to the violin lovers."

As the words fell, Wen Ning conjured a violin bow and poked it in the direction of the strange heart.

The scythe dodged quickly.

"Tsk."

Wen Ling circled around her violin around her neck, "It's time to give you the final blow, Gunara, the god of darkness......"

A spell was pronounced, and the magic attack hit the scythe.

However, the imaginary blow did not appear, and the scythe gradually grew.

"Aha, God help me!"

Scythe let out a villain-only laugh, and it raised its right hand into a fist, feeling the surging power.

Wen Ning was puzzled, her eyes were full of confusion, "Could it be that Western magic is inferior to Eastern spirits?" ”