Allure Summoner

This arena is very wide, almost covering the entire square.

Jun Qianxi's figure is speeding on the ring, this speed is higher than the ordinary fifth-level, but in the eyes of the ninth-level intermediate, it is basically no different from ordinary people walking.

The man followed unhurriedly, gathering spiritual power in his hands and aiming at her back.

Jun Qianxi dodged to the side in embarrassment.

"Run away, can you escape? Unless you jump off the ring!" The person behind said coldly.

If she didn't get the soul lock, she wouldn't be from Rakshasa Island. If that's the case, there's no need to be merciful, just keep her alive.

A cunning flashed in Jun Qianxi's eyes. She liked this kind of enemy very much. She always liked to molest the weak, and as she molested, she capsized in the gutter.

She felt a chill on her right shoulder, and she quickly dodged to the left, dodging his attack again.

On the other side, Jun Wumian's hand surged with spiritual power and slapped one of them on the forehead, and the little soldier who had been shackled for a long time rushed up like an arrow.

It raised its foot and crushed the man's head. After searching for a long time in the pile of flesh and blood, it couldn't find the bead the size of a grain of rice. It seemed that it was shaken by the powerful spiritual power, and it was so distressing!

"That lovely friend, you must not shoot Tianling Gai when you kill someone, lovely soul!"

Jun Wumian didn't pay attention to it, and her gaze fell on the fleeing figure in the arena. Is this her way of holding him back?

He clenched his fists tightly, looked at the people beside him and said, "His Royal Highness, do you have the heart to see your woman flee in such a state of embarrassment?"

Duanmu Ming raised his sleeves, and his slender fingers suddenly pierced through the opponent's spiritual shield, and he exerted force with his fingers.

With a crisp click, another ninth-level master was broken in his hands.

The spiritual power in his hands was flowing, as if he wanted to burn the stolen goods cleanly.

"Brother Wumian, haven't you seen that Xi'er is having fun?"

Play?

Jun Wumian carefully observed the two people who were chasing each other, every time Jun Qianxi narrowly avoided the opponent's attack, he really didn't see anything like playing.

Jun Qianxi's escaping speed became slower and slower, and even her breath became unstable, while the people behind her shot leisurely according to the original frequency.

Suddenly, she staggered, and the other party saw the opportunity, and suddenly approached her, with three points of his strength in his hand, and patted her on the back.

At the same time, Jun Qianxi moved, and a cold air condensed in her hand. She turned around and gave him a palm without hesitation. The cold air injected into the opponent's body, causing his spiritual power to stagnate for an instant.

A burst of light flickered, and the bee teeth stabbed the back of his hand.

Jun Qianxi rolled over, and where she was originally staying, a shallow pit was created by the opponent's remaining strength.

"What?" The man looked at the sudden black lines on the back of his hand, and his face became gloomy.

He searched for spiritual power in his body for a week, but didn't find anything unusual.

Jun Qianxi was sweating thinly on her forehead due to running away one after another. At this moment, her bun was scattered and mixed with raindrops, sticking to her cheeks.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

As expected of a ninth-level intermediate master, the opponent only used three layers of strength to face her with all his strength, but the spiritual power in her body continued to roll, and her tendons were also injured.

However, in exchange for a honeycomb attack, she has earned it.

She stared closely at the lines on the back of the opponent's hand, tapped her toes, and rushed up.

There was a firm light in her eyes, and she wanted to poke at that position again at all costs.