The Almighty Summoner

The masked men panicked, and couldn't help taking a slight step back at the same time, but immediately returned to normal, and continued to stare at Mu Yun coldly, "Hmph, who is General Doro, how could he be fooled by you, a brat? Injured by the little baby?" One of the calmer masked men said seriously, "You don't even look where you are bragging!"

"Oh?" Mu Yun continued to pretend to be confident, "Then you can go forward and try, I want to see whether it is your fate or your general's strength!" After she finished speaking, she suddenly stepped forward. With one step, he enveloped the opponent with his powerful spiritual power, and a faint silver glow swayed, surrounding several masked men inside.

Although the masked men have the strength of Tianyu god level, their spiritual power is far less than Mu Yun's. Suddenly intimidated by this almost materialized spiritual power, they panicked in their hearts, and they took a step back involuntarily. .

The subtle movements of the masked men were taken into Mu Yun's eyes without any omission, and she smiled secretly in her heart: "It seems that these guys are strong, but their IQs are very low!"

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Mu Yun sneered disdainfully, "I thought your curse fighters in the Nether Realm were so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

"You, what did you say?!" When the masked men heard Mu Yun insulting themselves, their anger suddenly soared, and they forgot to be afraid.

Mu Yun saw that the other party's attention had been completely attracted by her, so she winked at Nuo Yalan. Nuo Yalan understood, and quickly approached the last masked man whose back was facing her. It was inserted into the back of his heart.

"Puchi!" There was a soft sound, and the short blade inserted in very neatly. The masked man was not as strong as General Doro, and immediately fell to the ground and twitched. Black liquid gushed out from the back of his chest. Seconds stopped struggling.

After a successful blow, Nuo Yalan's heart became more murderous, she held the short blade tightly in her hand, and continued to approach the next target.

In order to protect her, Mu Yun continued to provoke a few masked men: "Is there no one in your underworld? Why do you send some idiots here?"

"You're looking for death!" The voices of the masked men began to become hoarse, and the facial muscles gradually became distorted. The muscles and bones all over the body made a crisp sound of "Kababa!" and began to expand outward.

"Not good! They are going to transform!" Mu Yun exclaimed, and then shouted at Nuo Yalan, "Hurry up, when they complete their transformation, we will be finished!"

Nuo Yalan was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly flew towards the other masked men who were transforming, swung the short blade quickly in their hands, and began to prick holes in their bodies to bleed blood.

"Puff puff puff!" The blood sprayed, and the pungent dark green liquid splashed everywhere. Mu Yun lost his fighting spirit and spiritual power, and was so weak that he couldn't dodge it. Being splashed all over by these disgusting liquids, Nuo Yalan was in the blood column and was even more embarrassed.

"Aww!" A few masked men were stabbed by short blades, and they let out ferocious roars, and they began to attack Nuoyalan frantically, "Boom!" With a muffled sound, Nuoyalan was thrown by one of the men's arms, heavily The ground flew out, fell to the ground and passed out.

"Nuo Yalan!" Mu Yun yelled worriedly.

"Aww!" The size of the masked men suddenly doubled, their arms and legs became extremely thick, and their originally dark pupils began to emit a strange green light at this moment.

"What's the matter? Nuo Yalan's short blade has failed?" Mu Yun looked at the cursed warrior who had successfully transformed in front of him in amazement, feeling a strong breath of death gradually approaching him.