Mo Yuxun's attack was actually mixed with the death aura of the undead. This death aura was highly corrosive. Even the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Dragon God would probably be killed by such a blow. Injuried.
If the Dragon God wanted to leave at this time, he was very worried about whether Biuan could handle it alone.
"Leave this to me!" Shen Yanxiao suddenly jumped onto the battlefield where the three pillars stood. The strong wind blew her long hair. She raised her chin slightly, and raised a proud smile at the corner of her mouth. At her feet, she was struck with a silver whip. The tied experimental subject's neck broke at the moment she raised one hand slightly, red blood splashed everywhere, and dots of bloody flowers bloomed on Shen Yanxiao's white skirt.
At this moment, she was like a bloodthirsty fairy, which made people tremble with fear.
"Biuan, go help Taotie, tell Nazhi to stop playing, summon Xuanwu, and end the battle quickly." Shen Yanxiao shook the long whip in his hand. The silver long whip was glowing with a dazzling luster, not a drop of it stained. Bloodstains.
Bi Fan and Dragon God looked at each other, finally chose to believe Shen Yanxiao, and left quickly.
Mo Yuxun held the spear in his hand and looked at the charming Shen Yanxiao in front of him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and the murderous intention that filled his body quietly faded away.
"I don't know why you don't want to kill me, but my purpose here is very simple. I want to destroy this place. If you want to stop me, just kill me." Shen Yanxiao's eyes suddenly jumped with a crazy look.
Mo Yuxun was shocked!
Shen Yanxiao's figure still turned into a ghost and disappeared from the place.
Mo Yuxun clenched his spear and bit his lip, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
"I cannot disobey Mr. Ouyang's words." Taking a deep breath, Mo Yuxun suddenly raised his spear into the sky.
In the mid-air, Shen Yanxiao's blood-stained figure flashed slightly. The moment the gun tip was pierced, the silver whip in her hand snaked down the gunman. She raised her foot and stepped on the spear, exquisitely His body drew a perfect arc and landed steadily on the ground.
And the silver whip in her hand has completely troubled Mo Yuxun's spear!
Shen Yanxiao holds the silver whip in his hand and uses his strength to pull it!
Mo Yuxun held a gun with one hand and looked complicated.
"Shen Yanxiao, you are no match for Master Ouyang. Give up as soon as possible." Mo Yuxun said, not knowing whether this was the last dissuasion.
"Give up? Do you want me to belong to him? Become a container of Satan? Even if I die in battle, I, Shen Yanxiao, will never make a wedding dress for others!" Shen Yanxiao sneered, and the hand holding the whip suddenly filled with blood. A gorgeous mist.
The mist quickly spread from the silver whip, passed through the silver whip, and spread directly to Mo Yuxun's spear.
Mo Yuxun was slightly startled. His hand holding the gun felt a sting as if he was being shocked by electricity. The pain spread from his palm to his whole body. Mo Yuxun frowned, but he did not relax the gun in his hand at all.
Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows slightly. The mist was her mixed power of fighting spirit, magic power, death energy and sacred power. This was her first attempt to fuse the power of a huge race together.
The sacred power of the gods has a purifying effect on the death energy of the undead, but Shen Yanxiao relied on fighting spirit and magic to temporarily separate the two forces. The moment he came into contact with his opponent, fighting spirit and magic opened up the two races again. At the entrance of the power, the sacred power collides with the death energy, and unimaginable power will erupt.