Chapter 1968

Li Yundong's face was frozen. He shook his head slightly and said: "The magic power of this orange child comes from the power of the flag itself. Anyone who has a blood relationship with orange can use it. The power of this magic weapon comes from the mental power formed by the generals and eminent monks buried here in rigono mountain for hundreds of years. This power is not small. It's as difficult as heaven to exhaust it!"

Zhou Qin asked anxiously, "master, what if you can't fight hard?"

Li Yundong said without hesitation: "it's simple. Go straight in and take straight. Catch the thief first and catch the king! Even if he has thousands of war souls and dead souls, I don't care. I just rush to the other party and take the life of the caster!"

When Li Yundong said this, the asters on the Court seemed to have a sharp heart. Suddenly, she moved. Before the orange child took the initiative to attack, she rushed towards the orange child like lightning.

When she moved, the three war spirits and the dead roared and rushed towards the asters.

The people saw that the body of Ziyuan was like a dragon and a Phoenix. Although the three dead souls fought fiercely and murderously, the place they passed was like a tragic hell, and the air was full of pungent blood gas. But Ziyuan was like a fairy who rushed into the battlefield of hell, with no blood under his feet, and his clothes fluttered without a trace of murderous gas.

Under the joint attack of the three undead, Ziyuan's pace was misty, and her body was like a remnant. When people saw the long knife of the undead often hit Ziyuan, Ziyuan could turn around and bend down in an incredible way, which was both thrilling and wonderful. She only saw the hearts of the people jumping wildly and hot-blooded!

Ziyuan's body was entangled with the three dead for a while. The nine day Ziyuan silk in her hand had unwittingly completed the layout and tied the three dead together.

Ziyuan shouted, "break again!"

Clank several times, the sound of cutting steel with a sharp blade sounded, and the three undead were chopped up by asters in an instant.

But at this time, Ziyuan didn't stop. She flew under her feet. Her figure was like an arrow. She rushed at the orange child. She turned her hand and grabbed it in front of the orange child's face.

When they saw the move of Ziyuan to catch the thief first and the king, they could not help but cheer with excitement. But when their voice reached their throat, they suddenly saw Ziyuan's hand stop two inches in front of the orange child.

The smooth black hair behind the orange boy suddenly rose like a waterfall, and she appeared a witch in a white red dress in the sky before her body. The witch was about two meters tall, with a beautiful appearance. A white light condensed like a knife appeared in her eyes. Her face was cold and she was full of awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.

The witch looked down at the asters from a commanding position, and her voice shook everywhere and shouted, "how dare a little mortal offend my orange God? Die!"

With that, she turned her wrist and patted it down towards the tianlinggai of Ziyuan.

At this time, Ziyuan was shrouded by the power emitted by the powerful witch spirit. She only felt that her opponent's power was like a magnificent wave, covering her face, and rushed towards herself with abundant and difficult momentum!