Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!

Silver gives the owner a speed blessing, a thunderbolt blessing, while the red brocade blesses the owner with a fire, the unplayed water color gives the owner a toxin, and Wang Cai is blessed!

The five blessing auras shine on Lu Yiqian’s head, which makes her even more flamboyant and beautiful!

Behind her, she followed two handsome young men, each with a young boy. They stood at a distance and cast a glacial mile on them. One rushed to the sixty-four people to compete. They were offensive and defensive, and each had their own duties.

Those six-level powerhouses suddenly felt that the world was a little too crazy. They were chased by the three of them in the past few days. Now they dare to compete with them. The two sides will not hide their strength and fight against each other.

The Necromancer's dry hand waved, and a large number of crickets climbed out from the ground and attacked the three.

Lu Yiqian sneered, and the instant fireballs will shoot at each of them. The power of the strike is great, the accuracy of the strike position is amazing, and every fireball can accurately knock down the target and burn it! Compared with the one-level trainee's small fireball technique, the fireball in the fireball technique is fist-sized, and the energy contained in it is naturally larger.

However, if this is the case, can you not be too exaggerated, and the small fireballs that have been put into pieces will be cast for a while, but there is still no intention to stop, how long will she stay? ! Is her magic power not exhausted? !

Lu Hao quickly knocked down the shackles in front of him, and rushed to the Necromancer with a kind of demise!

The Necromancer was frightened, and a seven-level law guide was frightened by the second-level wizard. Who said this letter? But he was really scared. Who has seen the Master who used the warrior's play? Doesn't the mage hide in the back and cast spells? This woman she rushed directly to him, her fist will hit his head!

The mage has always been weak, not to mention the Necromancer who lived in the heap of dead people all the year round. He was so scared that he did not know how to respond.

"Adult, be careful!" There were three six-level powerhouses behind him, two of them put him on one side, and the other met Lu Jiqian's fist!

Fist to fist!

I only heard the sound of the teeth being sour, and the bones of the big martial artist were completely broken. The martial artist stared at his fists with incredible blood. He didn’t understand that he couldn’t figure out, a second-level mage, her Is the fist harder than his?

However, he has no chance to figure out anymore. Lu Yiqian’s dagger has drawn a beautiful arc. When he has a pain in his throat, he feels that he is beginning to move away from him!

Lu Yiqian was light and light, and he hit the other people immediately.

In the state of blessing, she is so fast that she does not respond to others at all.

A warm stream flows into her magical powers, and one enemy is screaming under her dagger!

The Necromancer retreats to the side, and his heart is full of shame. He is afraid of a small second-level mage, anger and shame to burn his reason, watching the people on the battlefield continue to retreat, he feels more The anger that does not go is burning in the chest! He doesn't care about the lives of those people. He cares about so many people on his own, but he is only three people!

"The mage retreats and collectively casts skills!" he commanded with a gloomy and hoarse voice.

"Adult, no, there are a dozen brothers fighting with them!" Another wizard who realized what the Necromancer was going to do was shocked. Does this person sacrifice the lives of other partners in order to win?

"Photo, I, say, do!" The Necromancer gnashed his teeth and his eyes blew.

The Masters did not dare to resist, and they collectively retreated, and their partners rushed to their comrades to fight the sword!

Large fire dragons, ground thorns, wind knives... head-on, the martial artists who are still fighting can't believe the big eyes, they are not dying in the enemy's hands but at the foot of their comrades, they give their backs to their partners. But the partners have ruined their backs!

Wei Mo holds up the triple water element and blocks all kinds of attacks. He has endless pity for these people in his eyes, but his look is unchanged. Since he wants to protect A thousand, then no matter what happens, he will never waver, his eyes and his The body only chases her, no matter what the road ahead!

"Triple water yuan!" The Necromancer stared at Wei Mo, and he did not see him in the past few days. ! He was flustered and felt that these few people could not stay!

The six-level mages only felt a burst of power, sacrificed their companions, and did not kill the three. They were timid, and they were afraid!

Lu Yiqian sneered a sneer, as the ghosts slipped past, the blade was like the wind, the hands fell, and the life of the wizards was harvested.

Treating comrades is as warm as spring, and treating enemies is as cruel as autumn leaves.

Qin Xingluo also joined the one-sided battle. He once said that anyone who provokes him must pay the price. He is so good to be in harmony. If you want to pinch the circle, you will pinch the circle. Think about the consequences before getting rid of him!

The two were like killing God. Not long after, all the Masters died, except for the Necromancer.

At this point, the elite of this Song Dynasty was so unconsciously destroyed in Qin!

The Necromancer is trembling, and the end of the road is his feeling now!

He is the radical stationist of the Song Dynasty. He is loyal to the Song Dynasty. The biggest expectation is that the Song Dynasty will one day be able to seize the Qinshan country and enslave the Qin people! He is confident in his own strength, but today, he faces Lu Yiqian three people, but he has a sense of despair.

Seeing that all the people brought down fell to the ground, he attributed all the mistakes to Lu Yiqian, as long as the three died, no matter what the price he paid, he would be willing!

In the eyes of the Necromancer, there was a glimmer of light. He raised his hands to the top of his head and fell to the ground in a pious way: "Death, please listen to the call of your people, appear, kill all the people in front of you, I I wish to offer my life!"