"Where did the little broken child come from? How dare I ruin my affairs! Looking for death!" Lei Qing couldn't stand it. A half-old child actually destroyed his affairs.
"You have a lot of words!" Nan Liyou glanced at him indifferently and said disdainfully.
"What an arrogant baby! Let you taste the power of grandpa!" Lei Qing shouted loudly, his face full of hair released a violent aura, raised the heavy axe that he had already held in his hand, and took a big step forward, facing south
Liyou cut off.
Nan Liyou snorted, and the ecstasy phantom under his feet moved quickly. A purple light flashed, and the dagger was already in his palm, and then he bent down to avoid the heavy blow from the axe.
The axe did not hit her, and Lei Qing continued to wave at her. Every time it was a little bit worse, and she would remove her clothes and hair, but every time she did not avoid it lightly.
She avoided her very quickly, and Lei Qing didn't have time to see clearly. She had already waved her and was about to touch her, but in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of that place.
Nan Liyou laughed coldly, and his feet flew, stepped horizontally onto the pillar next to him, then turned over, kicking his feet hard at Lei Qing's chest.
Bang, he suddenly stepped back a few meters away from Lei Qing.
"Good guy! I didn't expect such a weak body to be so strong! It seems that we have to change to something else!" Lei Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and curled up cruelly.
He put away the axe, quickly summoned the staff, and muttered in his mouth, "The Art of Crazy Thunder - the Curse of Destruction!"
He was using the thunder magic of the demon clan at this moment. His staff quickly emitted a black flash. After it surged out, the thunder scattered everywhere...
Nan Liyou's tender face was calm and he didn't care at all about this curse of extermination.
A chuckled at the corner of his mouth, spread his right hand, and the dark night Ziming suddenly appeared in his palm and held it.
"Yes..." Elder Qi pointed at the staff in her hand in surprise, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.
"Elder, what is it..."
Elder Qi shook his head, looked shocked, and muttered to himself: How could that staff appear in the hands of that little girl? Who is she?
When Nan Liyou heard their conversation, his expression suddenly became serious. He waved his staff, "Eight Phoenix Styles - The Black Flame of the Ragnarok! Recover! Kill! Destroy!"
With her sudden scolding, the surroundings suddenly became extremely bright. Then a huge wing gushed out of her body, flapping her wings, and her gorgeous feathers shone with purple-red brilliance.
Everyone was shocked by this strange scene. At this moment, Nan Liyou also changed. Her body was entangled by the purple-red light, and everyone could not see clearly the situation in the light.
The wings continued to flap, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The purple-red flames were burning around the wings, like a prairie fire, extremely fierce, but no problem with the wings burned.
The light in the middle disappeared, and Nan Liyou, who was tightly wrapped in purple-red light, gradually appeared in a human form. Everyone was relying on their breathing, and even after many years, they could not forget this scene.
Her originally white robe suddenly turned into a red skirt, her dark little face returned to her original color, and her dark eyes also returned to her strange purple eyes. The red cinnabar on her eyebrows was extremely eye-catching. She held it
A staff with red light flashing light, behind it was flapping its wings, like a solemn, holy goddess.