After dozens of rounds, Xiaoman felt the speed of the fire-type spiritual weapon.
She always thought that her speed was faster, even faster than those who had already entered the realm of transformation
Today, she realized that it was because she had never met anyone who used fire spirit tools.
Song Wenqing's speed was slightly faster than her, but that was just a little bit, which made him closer to each other in dozens of rounds.
That's just that, giving Song Wenqing a chance to attack her
Nine red flames slashed out from the [Fire Fire] from Song Wenqing's hand and attacked her quickly
Seeing the red light coming from all directions, Xiaoman knew that he could not dodge and could not dodge.
So, she could only wave the [Colorful Silhouette] in her hand desperately and make a life-and-death gamble
"Bang-Bang-" loud noises rang out one after another, and red lights hit the woven protective net of [Colorful Lace]
This surprised Song Wenqing because since the day he got the [Fire Fire], he has not met anyone who can take over the nine sword energy he slashed out.
You should know that [Firefire] is one of the top ten spiritual weapons in the Nebula Continent. Its power is beyond the ordinary spiritual weapons.
Not to mention martial arts masters at the Martial Master level, ordinary yellow and even the Earth level masters cannot take the attack of [Fire Fire]
Suddenly, Song Wenqing was very curious and wanted to know what kind of woman she was under that silver mask.
Although Xiaoman tried hard to take Song Wenqing's attack, her body seemed to be hit by a truck again and again, constantly turning around in the air, and kept going backwards, hitting the stone wall before stopping
When she landed on the ground, she felt that every bone in her body was heartbroken. If it weren't for the protection of [Seven Colorful Silhouettes], she would have died of bone position long ago.
She supported the ground with her hands and struggled to stand up, but the feeling of her chest was so overwhelming that it made her breathing difficult, let alone move.
At this time, a figure pressed down on her, and she obviously felt Song Wenqing's breath
"I'm curious, what do you look like?"
Xiaoman was shocked and looked up. Could it be that Song Wenqing already knew who she was?
The eyes met, and a familiar feeling surged into Song Wenqing's heart. He suddenly felt that under the mask, there would be a face he had longed for day and night.