Goddess Reborn: The Three Princesses Against Poison

And the fighting soul beast of Beijing is worthy of being a third-level fighting spirit beast, the giant lizard of the soul fangs, baring the fangs it saw, screaming on top of Beijing's head.

There is no entity, it is just a fighting spirit beast formed by the power of illusion. Its attack power is not only powerful, but also frightening.

The giant lizard roared forward, and the attack wave followed.

Since it was a confrontation between schools, there were naturally two arenas separated by several feet, and they only used this kind of illusion to attack each other.

When the giant lizard exerted its force, Huang Yimo was still indifferent, the long sword had already reached the top of her head, her arms were stretched straight, and the long sword pointed vertically at the sky. [

The white aura at the tip of the sword was already the size of a human being. She narrowed her eyes and yelled, "Break!"

The long sword moved towards the giant lizard's fang quickly and fiercely, striking away fiercely.

The giant lizard originally opened its mouth wide and released bursts of energy, but was struck by the sharp and ruthless sword energy, retreated, shook a few times, and then disappeared.

And Bei Jing, who was in luck, suddenly covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Huang Yimo put away her long sword, cupped her hands and said, "Concession!"

This was undoubtedly an extremely astonishing scene. Who is this woman in black?

With just one move, the chief disciple of Beitiemen, the third-order soul fighting beast of Beijing, broke the soul tooth?

It is a spirit beast that can only be obtained after a long time of cultivation, and it will not be so vulnerable.

That Beijing just clutched his chest and slowly got off the ring.His younger brother hurriedly handed him a Soul-fixing Pill, and he smiled wryly, swallowed it, and said flatly, "Master's Soul-fixing Pill is wasted."

"Eldest brother, don't be discouraged, there is still another round." Bei Jing's junior was busy comforting the discouraged Bei Jing.

Beijing gave a faint wry smile, thinking to himself, he didn't intend to be such a high priest, but he was pushed here by force, and if he lost, he lost.

Mu Chenshuishui announced that Huang Yimo won, and Wu Liluo would be next on stage, and the person sent over there was Xiao Zimo from the blood clan.

Wu Liluo held a jade flute in her hand, looking cool and pleasant.

And Xiao Zimo of the blood race was indeed dressed in red, and his red eyes were extremely weird.

The blood clan's martial arts is the extremely weird blood soul summoning technique, and even those who practice the blood clan summoning technique will become a little different from ordinary people.

Just like this Xiao Zimo, those eyes are red.

Wu Liluo curled her lips lightly. She had heard about the blood race, but when she actually saw it today, she didn't find anything special about it.

Mu Chenshuishui announced the beginning with high spirits, Wu Liluo twirled the jade flute, and began to chant on her lips, the low and low sound of the flute echoed throughout the sacrificial venue.

Like a song like a weeping song, it shakes people's hearts. [

The shallow light waves began to become stronger, and burst out in a circular fashion.

But Xiao Zimo of the blood clan summoned his own blood dragon by Slow Lisiao.

The blood dragon opened its teeth and claws, and as soon as it came out, it let out a long roar, carrying bursts of blood and fire, and attacked in the direction where Wu Liluo was.

Wu Liluo closed her eyes, concentrating on manipulating the essentials of the Royal Sound Technique.

The formulas taught by Pei Luochenyao seemed to be still lingering in her ears, with traces of refreshing warmth, which made her start to exert her strength.

The light waves expanded round and round, and gradually, even tightly surrounded Wu Liluo's whole body.

It was as if Wu Liluo was standing in a halo of light at this moment, invulnerable.