Chapter 372

The magic spirit is really terrible. Ye Ming looks very dignified. He is more afraid of the magic spirit than the ability of the magic spirit.

As an assassin, the magic spirit may not be qualified. She has not hidden her body shape from the beginning. Everything is a frontal attack. The soul of her profession cooperates with her mainland's first professional perception. The attack of that degree is simply impossible to defend.

In terms of the overall strength, the magic spirit is definitely not as good as Ye Ming's divine beast card, but the result is that the divine beast card is difficult to hurt her. On the contrary, they and Ye Ming must always be vigilant, otherwise the next one may be themselves.

Apart from the magic spirit, Ye Ming not only didn't relax, but his eyes showed a red light in advance.

Without any hesitation, Ye Ming's eyes shine brightly. A golden bird emits light and grows rapidly. Finally, it becomes a holy tree god bird. The Holy tree god bird immediately releases the holy light shield.

Roar! Almost at the same time, the dagger in the magic spirit's hand turned into a blood red long knife again. When the strong killing intention came, a sharp dragon chanted, and the murderous spirit turned into blood red dragons. She was the center of Nuo Da's competition field, and the diameter of 2000 meters turned into powder.

These blood red blood dragons are also 1000 meters long. The picture of these dragons dancing wildly is not shocking, especially the long and vast killing intention shocked many powerful professionals. Some of the strongest can't help muttering in their hearts whether they can face this strong attack.

The answer is no, they may all have the ability to defend. The move of magic spirit is almost instant, so that the flesh of the strong will not die.

In this way, in addition to the Holy tree divine bird, the similarly protected sky snake and the divine beast card on Ye Ming, all other divine beast cards are out.

Even the powerful defense of the Holy tree divine bird also produces cracks when facing the blood dragon. The four dragon heads can be clearly seen colliding with the mask through the mask.

"... there's no way." Ye Ming looked at the space blocked by the killing intention outside the hood and sighed helplessly. If he was killed accidentally, he would lose a lot.

Sing! I don't know when the blood red clouds appear above the competition field. A pair of majestic dragon pupils appear in the air, like the power of the gods coming down to earth, and the blood demon dragon emperor appears.

The strongest? No, but the strength of the other party absolutely reaches the realm of the strongest.

Even if it is far away, the magic spirit can feel the powerful power of the other party. I'm afraid it is a little weaker than the ancient holy dragon, especially the huge body of the blood demon Dragon Emperor is like a blood mountain.

Touch! The dragon claw of the blood demon Dragon Emperor was photographed towards the magic spirit with strong wind pressure. The professional soul quickly resisted it, but did not beat it back immediately. Instead, it came to the collision. It was two powerful forces squeezing each other.

The power of the Ninth level peak dragon family is not low, not to mention the power of the blood demon Dragon Emperor, which is unmatched by the strongest.

The magic spirit just stepped back. She supported the dragon claw of the blood demon Dragon Emperor with one hand. The professional soul loomed on her. The magic spirit's eyes were still calm, as if there was no pressure.

"Is this phantom a monster?" In addition to the shadow pole of the Shengwu Empire, there is also the super strong deputy hall Lord outside the hall Lord, who can't help but be stunned.

He is a knight. What he is good at most is strength, but he dare not compare strength with the dragon race of the ninth order limit. This is a congenital gap that non-human beings can make up.

If you can make up for it, I'm afraid that person is already inhuman.

I'm impatient. Let's get to the point. " The magic Spirit said faintly, her little hand pushed slightly, and the dragon claw of the blood demon Dragon Emperor became flesh blurred as if it had been hit several times.

Not only that, the body of the magic spirit was suspended in the air, and the professional soul became a huge long sword thousands of meters. She waved it continuously, the blood demon Dragon Emperor screamed, and the blood continued to flow down from it.

"Sure enough..." Ye Ming sighed and knew that even the blood demon Dragon Emperor was defeated, so he might not win even if he reached level 10.

Only for the existence of magic spirit, the number has lost its meaning. Only one existence strong enough to defeat her can win. Ye Ming is trying to do this.

A silver vortex suddenly appeared behind the magic spirit, and a huge silver dragon tail swept through. The space where she passed was broken, not to hurt the magic spirit, but to stop her attack because of space.

In ancient times, the holy dragon came to the blood demon Dragon Emperor. Its blood was like the sun. Holy power was injected into the blood demon Dragon Emperor to stabilize its breath.

Although the blood demon Dragon Emperor controls blood, it is not dark, but belongs to masculine Qi and blood. Otherwise, he will not get along well with the ancient holy dragon.

Then came the time snake emperor, and then the timeless snake, and finally the evil bird of the magic tree. They immediately took the opportunity to merge into two divine beasts that were not inferior to the ancient holy dragon.

Ye Ming gasps slightly, but he knows it can't be finished. He contacts the divine beast on his body and calls out the burning spirit emperor, the star sky beast and the master of life and death.

There are eight powerful beasts. This is Ye Ming's current limit. If you hit him more, you'll be exhausted.

Ye Ming now feels that his blood is boiling. Now he is finally pushed to the limit, and it is a crisis that may die at any time. Vaguely, his bottleneck is about to break.

When the bodies of eight ancient sacred beasts such as the holy dragon were shocked, they felt a special fluctuation in the energy transmitted to them by Ye Ming. Without direct addition, they had a feeling of improving their realm.

"Is this your last move?" The space distortion formed by Xiaokong was soon broken by the magic spirit. Her eyes blandly swept through the eight divine beasts.

Locked by these eight powerful breath, I'm afraid the strongest will change color, but the magic spirit has no meaning of fear. On the contrary, the eight divine beasts feel more and more dignified about the magic spirit.

"Then one blow will determine the outcome." The magic spirit glanced at Ye Ming, whose eyes vaguely showed the majestic breath, and a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Then the eight divine beasts suddenly widened their eyes. The magic spirit pierced her own heart with its own dagger, but there was no blood flowing out. On the contrary, the dagger was dyed red, and its weapons absorbed the blood of the magic spirit.

The magic spirit closed her eyes and all the sharp and killing breath disappeared in an instant. She was like a statue. They couldn't feel the ancient holy dragon. Only Ye Ming vaguely saw that the power in the magic spirit was constantly compressed and strengthened to an extreme level.

"Come on, use your strongest skills. She is accumulating strength. Once she encounters an attack, she will launch it directly." Ye Ming said immediately.