The skeleton soldier stopped backing, and he looked up at the woman on the spider's back and said, "Come and take my life!"

Provocation, what else can you think of besides provoking everyone?

The whip that was flying in the air fell again.

"bass"

It seemed like the sound of metal collision, and it was even more like a splash of sparks.

The skeleton soldier's head was slashed and the cloak was broken and exposed the white jade-like skull inside.

It raised its hand and touched its head, muttering: "It's a little numb!"

This time, the surroundings were in an uproar.

The woman on the spider's back naturally didn't expect this to happen. She used ten layers of force to the whip just now, and it only made it feel a little numb?

The soldier looked up at her and asked softly, "What should I do? Am I still alive?"

Feeling the change in the other party's momentum, Jun Qianxi was shocked.

The corners of her mouth were slightly bitter, and she was another eighth-level.

In the past, Jun Ziyan, who was at the second level, could be a blessing, and Jun Ruoxin, who was at the fourth level, was worshipped as a god.

But now, any one you encounter is level 8th and level 9th!

She sighed lightly. If she were a small person huddled in a corner, then the fifth-level she would have been able to dominate the world.

But she is not.

From her soul crossing, from her encounter with Duanmu Ming, from her being detected that the super god's physical ability condenses into double hexagrams, she is destined to be extraordinary in her life.

However, God gave her too short time, so she didn't have time to become stronger.

However, the soldier is in danger, so how could she stand by and watch?

She stood in front of it, stared at the other person, and said coldly: "Miss, can you be kind?"

Her words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and the other party's momentum suddenly became even stronger.

At this time, the people from the Lingshan Sect all stood up.

Duanmu Ming curled his lips slightly and looked ahead coldly: "Raksha Island, have you seen the place clearly?"

Where his eyes fell, three middle-aged men sat.

Their faces were pale, Yin Tang was emitting black air, and their eyes were sinister and they were ruthless.

Hearing his voice, the other party stood up.

"If you don't take that mad dog back, I will slaughter it with a knife!"

Duanmu Ming slowly stood up, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of Jun Qianxi.

At this time, the other party happened to wave an iron whip.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it effortlessly, and pulled the other person off the spider's back with a slight force.

He raised his sleeves and his fingers circled in the air for a while. The poisoned iron whip immediately wrapped around the other party's neck.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, and fear appeared on her originally flamboyant face.

She raised her hand to block the iron whip to prevent the thorn from piercing into her delicate neck. The gloves on her hand, as thin as cicada wings, flashed with crystal light.

"Your Highness Ming, show mercy!"

Duanmu Ming sneered at the corner of his mouth. Isn’t they just because they don’t take action in time just to look at his strength? How can they disappoint them!

His fingers moved, and the iron whip seemed to come alive, shaking, easily leaving the other party's palm.

He narrowed his eyes and held his fingers, and the originally curved iron whip stretched out instantly.

As the woman's cry of pain rang out, a few drops of black blood spilled on the ground.

At this time, Jun Qianxi was not surprised to be signaled by the other party alone, so she had to step forward and grab Duanmu Ming's sleeve.

"Brother Ming, Xi'er is not injured, it's okay!"
Chapter completed!