Chapter 2365: Battle (3)

In the attack of the magic rain, it is still mixed with the dead spirit of the undead. This kind of dead air is strongly corrosive. Even the skin-throated dragon god, so slammed on this blow, I am afraid Injured.
If the Dragon God wants to leave at this time, he is very worried that he can cope with it.
"Take it to me here!" Shen Yan Xiao Erran jumped to the battlefield of the three-legged battle. The wind blew her long hair. She leaned slightly on her chin, and her mouth raised her proud smile. At her feet, she used a silver whip. The bound experimental body, at the moment of her one-handed micro-lift, the neck broke, the red blood splashed, and the flower, bloomed in the white dress of Shen Yanxiao.
At this moment, she is like a bloodthirsty fairy, which makes people feel scared.
"Hey, go help, tell Naji not to play, summon Xuanwu out, and quickly end the battle." Shen Yan Xiao shakes the long whip in his hand, the silver long whip is full of eye-catching luster, not a drop Blood stains.
He and the dragon looked at each other and finally chose to believe in Shen Yanxiao and quickly left.
The magic rain hugs the long gun in his hand, and looks at the fascinating Yan Yan in front of his eyes. His eyes are slightly picked up, and the killing intentions that permeate him are quietly faded.
"I don't know why you don't want to kill me, but the purpose of my visit is very simple. I want to ruin it. If I want to stop me, I will kill me." Shen Yanxiao's eyes suddenly jumped into a crazy look.
The magic rain is looking for a shock!
Shen Yanxiao's figure is still a ghost, disappeared in place.
The magic rain is holding a long gun and biting his lip. It seems to endure what he is trying to endure.
"Ouyang adults, I can't defy." Taking a deep breath, the long guns of the magic rain were picked up to the sky.
In the middle of the air, Shen Yanxiao's blood-stained figure flashed slightly. At the moment when the gun was stabbed, the silver long whip in her hand followed the gunman, and all the way down, she lifted her foot and slammed on the rifle. The body of the body draws a perfect arc and falls steadily on the ground.
The silver whip in her hand has completely plagued the long guns that the magic rain is looking for!
Shen Yanxiao holds the silver whip and borrows the force!
The magic rain looks for a single gun, and the look is complicated.
"Shen Yanxiao, you are not the opponent of Ouyang adults, give up early." I wonder if it is the last dissuasion, the magic rain to open the way.
"Give up? Don't you want me to belong to him? Become a container for Satan? Even if I die, I will never make a wedding dress for others!" Shen Yanxiao sneered, and the hand holding the long whip was filled with it. A gorgeous mist.
The mist quickly spread from the silver whip, and through the silver whip, it spread directly to the rifle of the magic rain.
The magic rain looked for a slight glimpse. His hand with a gun was like a tingling by electric shock. The pain spread from the palm of his hand. The brows of the magic rain were crumpled, but they did not relax the long gun in their hands.
Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows slightly. The fog was a mixture of vindictiveness, magic, deadness and divine power. This was the first time she tried to combine the power of great race.
The sacred power of the Protoss has a purifying effect on the dead souls of the undead, but Shen Yan Xiao’s life is temporarily separated by vindictiveness and magic, and in the moment of contact with the opponent, vindictiveness and magic open the two races again. The entrance of the force, the divine power and the dead gas phase, will erupt an unimaginable power.