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Chapter 475: Spirit Dove Plans to Climb to Cloud Terrace (5)
This kind of change was unexpected by Song Taihua, the woman in white who was possessed by him let out a soft cry and fell to the ground.

If she was real, she would probably be vomiting blood by now.

"How do you know my technique!" Song Taihua asked unwillingly, his eyes widened.

"I don't know your technique." Lingjiu replied calmly, "But it doesn't mean I can't understand it."

Under the eyes of the sky, his secret actions were exposed in front of her eyes. She could see that Song Taihua was condensing a spell, a spell that might kill her. It is possible to know when and when it was launched.

Lingjiu was different. She not only saw it, but also stared at it closely, calculating the time when Song Taihua's spells were successfully condensed.

Then, when the opponent's spell was about to be completed, he interrupted it with a self-detonated spiritual weapon, causing the enemy to be backlashed by the spell.

To achieve this, even someone who understands Song Taihua's skills may not be able to, so Song Taihua's frustration can be imagined.

Fortunately, he is not fighting with Lingjiu with his own body now, otherwise the backlash of this spell would be enough to make him eat a pot.

However, even if his body is fine, his soul energy and spiritual consciousness left in the white-clothed woman's body are still damaged.

Without giving Song Taihua any more time to speak, Lingjiu's mind was moved, and the remaining nine spiritual weapons flew towards Song Taihua one by one.

The direction and position she chose were very subtle, all of which were in the opponent's flaws that she could see with her heavenly eyes.

Puff puff puff.

A spiritual weapon is not as powerful as a magic weapon with a full spiritual power reserve that explodes on its own.

The troubles brought to Song Taihua are not small at all.

Xia Hou obediently shouted and cheered: "Well done! Well done! To be a craftsman, one must have such arrogance and courage! Hahahahaha! If you can't beat me, I will smash you to death and make you arrogant. You can’t take care of yourself! I’m rich, so I’m envious, I’m not jealous, huh? I’m envious? Then go on, what I want is you to be envious!”

Lingjiu complained: "Can you stop talking to yourself in my head?"

These words were clearly meant for the opponent, but Xiahou's obedient voice only rang in her mind.

Xia Hou smiled obediently and said: "Isn't this a small plan to disturb the master? If this kid hears Lao Tzu's voice, he must be scared away. What will happen to the master's land treasure then!"

Lingjiu reminded him, "This is my last spiritual weapon."

Xiahou obediently calmed down all of a sudden.

Lingjiu continued: "If there is no movement."

Xiahou obediently disappeared.

"You can be a little more cheerful." Inspirational chicken soup to add color to the tragedy that followed.

Xia Hou obediently wanted to cry but had no more tears.

The self-detonation of ten spiritual weapons one after another naturally caused a lot of commotion, and even stirred up unnecessary clouds and mist.

In the cloud and mist, the figure of the woman in white was vague and invisible.

Could it have been smashed to death?

As soon as this idea came to Lingjiu's mind, she dismissed it.

She felt that if the other party really died in this spirit weapon self-explosion, the movement would definitely not be like this.

brush.

The roar of the dragon pierced the eardrums, making people's minds go blank for a moment.

Such an attack of conscious soul has no effect on Lingjiu, and Song Taihua's soul energy is not her opponent at all.

Therefore, seeing the roaring fist shadow, Lingjiu still avoided it dangerously.

A whip kicked to the head in a row.

If this leg was kicked, it is estimated that her head would be kicked away directly.

Lingjiu felt that this leg was not like a human leg at all, but more like a dragon wagging its tail, with enormous power and pressure.

The familiar voice came from the air, "Didn't you say that the old man didn't use the Song family's unique knowledge, now the old man will let you see what is called unique learning."

There was a golden light in Lingjiu's eyes, and he resisted with great vajra power.

Where the two confronted each other, there was a metal-like collision sound.

"Why don't you use a spiritual weapon to block it?" Song Taihua had a guess that surprised him.

Lingjiu's words interrupted his surprise, "I just want to try for myself whether the Song family's unique knowledge is qualified enough for us to work hard for it."

Her arms were slightly numb.

Really troublesome.

If the opponent didn't rely on Deng Yuntai's failure, it would be enough for him to eat a pot with the previous magic.How can it be like this first, it seems that there is no injury at all, and the strength is still so strong.

Immediately passed into Lingjiu's ears was the roar of a white tiger.

A hand in the shape of a curved claw grabbed the spirit dove fiercely.

In front of Lingjiu, a phantom of a white tiger appeared. It was as tall as five meters, with a pair of silver eyes staring at Lingjiu without emotion, and its front limbs rushed towards Lingjiu, intending to smash her into pieces.

The cold light flashed in Lingjiu's eyes again, and he didn't use any more brute force to fight back. He smiled slightly, and ripples of peach blossoms rose under his feet. Bundle.

For the White Tiger royal family, the forehead is an inviolable place. However, when the Lingjiu's fingers touched its forehead, the silver eyes of the White Tiger's phantom seemed to flash a brilliance of agile life, and then shattered and disappeared.

The only person who watched the fight between the two was Xia Hou obediently, no, it should be someone else's soul.

He was extremely surprised. On the one hand, he lamented that the lower realm still has such unique skills in boxing and kicking, and on the other hand, he was amazed at Lingjiu's ability to fight with the opponent evenly.

This fight was so exciting that Xia Hou watched it so obediently that he forgot to breathe several times.

But it seemed that he was not breathing.

"Yeah!"

This sudden and soft voice stunned both Xiahou Guaiguai and Lingjiu.

It doesn't matter if Xiahou obediently froze, but Lingjiu was distracted for a moment, and was noticed by the veteran Song Taihua.

He was overjoyed, and a punch was about to shatter all the internal organs of Lingjiu.

Lingjiu retreated, followed closely by his fist.

"Yeah!" Guobao Jun, who had just woken up, saw the scene in front of him as soon as he opened his eyes.

Its ghost image appeared above Lingjiu's head, staring at the white figure in front of him with dissatisfaction and doubt.

Why is it that every time I open my eyes, I can always see Tutu being bullied?
Don't you know that the rabbit is under its protection?

Why does she look exactly like a bunny?

Bunny should be unique.

Mr. Guobao's eyes gradually cleared up, doubts gradually dissipated, leaving only dissatisfaction.

Because of the particularity of Dengyuntai, Song Taihua was possessed by the soul energy consciousness, and immediately felt the strange movement on Lingjiu's head.

He saw that the space above Lingjiu's head was a bit distorted, as if some creature appeared there, and even the power of the climbing platform could not be controlled and suppressed casually.

(End of this chapter)