One side of his robe extended infinitely. After the extension, the area became larger and smaller, and then tore into two sides. While wrapping around the waist of the Witch Clan Princess and holding her up high, it quickly became stiff.
Like an iron pillar knocking down the leaf ball, trying to break it into pieces
The moment she was lifted up by the robe, the Witch Clan princess quickly pulled off a hairpin on her head, and then her long, lingering hair fell loosely, then extended infinitely, part of which was connected with the robe on the other side who was trying to hit the leaf ball.
Fighting against each other, they fought together, and a part of it sharply pierced the side of the robe that tied her body, as if it was going to tear it apart.
He had already strongly felt the sharpness of her hair, so the robe was quickly put away, but there were still deep marks where it was scratched by her hair. Fortunately, it was not broken.
Seeing this, she pursued the victory, and the hairpin gradually enlarged after she blew on it, and finally turned into a sharp weapon that looked like a hairpin.
Seeing the tip of her hairpin thrust towards him, his pupils dilated. He first blocked it with his robe, but the tip of her hairpin pierced a hole in his robe.
She didn't give him any chance to breathe, and the blue magic weapon chasing him with the leaf ball under her feet kept launching fatal attacks on him.
The flute sound of the Wu tribe musicians became more and more gloomy, as if they were singing a sad funeral song for someone who was about to die.
The tip of the hairpin was almost touching his throat, and he was forced to back away repeatedly.
Suddenly, her hairpin grew an inch longer and stabbed straight into his throat.
"when--"
Just when her hairpin was about to pierce his throat, a five-pointed star flew towards him with a force strong enough to knock her hairpin off, making a crisp and harsh collision sound.
When her hairpin was knocked down and fell into the air, she quickly rolled it up with her long hair. When she held the hairpin in her hand, she found that the tip of the hairpin had been flattened.
She opened her eyes wide in horror. As the five-pointed star rotated, she saw the owner of the star.
It was a stalwart man. He was brought by a man who looked like a scholar but was extremely dexterous. They landed on the ground and stood on the side of the man with the sword.
"Yuanyang! How is the battle going?"
The prince asked, and he looked around. As far as he could see, the surroundings were filled with tragedy. The grass and flowers had withered quickly in time with the music of the witch clan. It seemed as if they had been subjected to the most brutal killings. The air was filled with the smell of erosion.