Chapter 1101: World War I became famous (11)

Obviously, I can hurt her, but I can't touch it.
This kind of appetite for people's appetites really made Zhou's brothers depressed to the extreme, while the smile and ease on the faces of Wen Chang and Luo Fan also collapsed in an instant.
"It's so shameless!" Luo Fan gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Yanxiao. He thought that Shen Yanxiao would be finished this time, but he didn't expect this guy's brain to be so agile. In such a fierce battle. Can think of such a method.
"How can this be good? The broken star palace seems to be unable to attack Shen Yanxiao." Wen elders were a little anxious, and Shen Yanxiao’s counterattack made him nervous.
Luo Fan didn't say anything. He was good at pharmacy. He was a full-fledged layman for the battle. Even if he had a skill, he really wanted to fight. He was also a monk of Zhang Er.
The elders of Wen and Luo Fan fell into the bottom of the valley. Longfei and Longxue Yao were stunned by the ability of Shen Yanxiao to adapt to the situation. Longfei’s excellent archers were few, but few people made such an incredible attack. .
Moreover, before Shen Yanxiao was in a state of passive beating, in such a heart, she actually did not have a mess, and found such a good method, the psychological quality is really good.
Shen Yanxiao’s attack did not stop for a moment. She almost returned all the wrongs in her heart to Zhou’s brother.
Although Zhou’s strength is strong, but in the current situation, it is already poor.
He couldn't hit Shen Yanxiao, but Shen Yanxiao could easily shoot the arrow toward him. What is even more vomiting is that there is a Suzaku next to him. This will be a passive pass to the extreme.
He still can't think of any way to change the situation.
On the other hand, the eight people in the broken star palace have already fallen into a bitter battle against the blue-brown glass. The power of the blue-brown glass seems to be endless, constantly attacking the paladin and swordsman in front of him. The totems in the hands of the sacrificial priests have never been cut off, but their magic is limited after all. As the blue-brown slashes become more and more fierce, the magic of the two rituals is almost exhausted, as long as they can no longer raise the paladin. Sacred shields, then their blockade of the blue-brown glass, even if it is completely shattered.
Each of them is afraid, the blue-clad glass is like a peerless god, and there is a strong killing effect on the body. Every attack is not toward the opponent's neck or chest. As long as he breaks through the defense, then absolutely It is the result of a fate.
The people in the Broken Star Palace want to cry, and they never thought of such a seemingly simple task, which would become such a terrible battle.
The fierceness of the teenagers in front of them has far surpassed any opponent they have encountered before.
There is a slight slack, and there is absolutely only one way to wait for them.
No one dares to relax their vigilance at this time, but no matter how persistent they insist, their own magic and vindictiveness will eventually dry up.
After the blue-backed glass was counter-attacked again, the magic of the two sacrifices was exhausted, and the last layer of the holy shield on the paladin was crushed by the blue-brown glass. The right hand of the next blue-blue glass has passed directly through the paladin. The light armor on his body runs through his chest.
With a scream of screaming, the blue fingers of the blue-clad glass clasped a heart, cold eyes, and glanced at the broken star palace like a bird of surprise.