"Bang!" The natal magic weapon was struck by the Sun and Moon, and was shaken and swinging back and forth in front of her.
Xu Sixin forcefully held back a mouthful of old blood, and her expression changed drastically in an instant.
Menlang's urgent cry came to my ears, "Saint, Saint, you are no match for His Majesty, admit defeat quickly! Hurry!"
A trace of extreme anger immediately rose in Xu Sixin's heart, and she shouted loudly, "What nonsense, Your Majesty? Gu Jiang has died a long time ago!"
There is no His Majesty here at all, there is just a vicious crazy!woman!person!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Nai's eyes gathered with a violent storm, and he squinted his eyes and looked coldly at this bold and reckless woman.
Yes, her ancient ginger died early.
They were destroyed by these damn gods!
It’s all the fault of the Gods, it’s all their fault!!
"Saint! Get away!" Menlang roared, his eyes changing.
"Broken Sun and Moon." Following Jiang Nai's cold shout, ice swords rose up one after another from all directions.
Each sharp thorn pointed at Xu Sixin's side.
There was no mercy on the little girl's face, and there was ice floating in her eyes, exaggerating the overwhelming hatred.
"go!"
As the shout left his mouth, Menlang slapped his face hard, turned around and shouted, "Your Majesty, the Saint is the hope for the next generation of our God Clan and the successor of the Saint. She cannot die here like this!"
"Swish swish swish swish!"
The extremely thin rays of light and shadow were as sharp as silk threads, and shot through Xu Sixin's natal magic weapon at a speed that even thousands of troops and horses could not match.
There were tiny cracks on Xu Sixin's defensive magic weapon, and it collapsed with a "bang" amidst her horrified gaze and sharp scream.
"Poof!" Xu Sixin spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood, which fell on the frozen ground and spread out in plumes of bright red.
Menlang yelled "It's over" in his heart and ran quickly in the direction of Xu Sixin.
He ran to the saint's side and just happened to hold her body as she fell limply.
After a big battle, Xu Sixin's whole body was wet with sweat, and her forehead hair was all sticky on her face.
The white gauze that had been covering her face all year round had fallen to the ground.
His face was pale and pale, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster, and he was staring ahead blankly.
Jiang Nai waved his hand casually and stepped on the defensive magic weapon that fell to the ground.
The magic weapon made a "crunching" sound, and Xu Sixin was so enraged that she spat out a mouthful of blood again.
"Humph, a saint from the divine race, you only have this little ability?"
"You guys are still trying to capture my Nine Ring Mountain?"
It’s all in the dream!
"Why?" What is the cultivation level of Empress Gu Jiang, and why can she be so crushed?
Xu Sixin looked at the magic weapon she had trampled under her feet, and felt a salty smell in her mouth spread all the way to her heart.
My natal magic weapon has been destroyed!
Xu Sixin couldn't help but smile miserably and subconsciously bit her white lips.
"Kill her." Jiang Nai ordered coldly.
Menlang was startled and hurriedly stopped in front of Xu Sixin, and said anxiously, "Your Majesty the Empress, you have already punished the saint. Why do you have to be so decisive in doing things and kill them all?"
"If we don't kill them all, it will be trouble." Jiang Nai glanced at Men Lang coldly.
"The way you look at her." The little girl said quietly, her cold eyes falling on Xu Sixin's face.
"She is gouging out my flesh and blood bit by bit with her eyes. If she doesn't die, she will definitely fight back."