In the attack of evil rain, there is still the death gas of the dead. This kind of death gas has a strong corrosiveness. Even the rough and fleshy Dragon God will be hurt if he is hit like this.

If the Dragon God wants to leave at this time, he is worried about whether he can cope with it.

"Give it to me!" Shen Yanxiao leaps to the battle field of three legs. The wind blows her long hair. She tilts her chin slightly, and a proud smile rises from the corner of her mouth. At her feet, the experimental body bound by her silver whip. At the moment when her single hand is slightly raised, her neck is broken, red blood is splashed all over, and little blood is splashed on her white skirt.

At this moment, she is like a bloodthirsty goblin, which makes people scared.

"Yuxuan, go to help Taotie, tell Nazhi not to play, summon Xuanwu, and quickly end the battle." Shen Yanxiao shakes the whip in his hand. The silver whip is shining brilliantly and does not stain a drop of blood.

He looks at the Dragon God and finally chooses to believe in Shen Yanxiao and leave quickly.

Demon YuXun held the long gun in his hand, looked at the enchanting Shen Yanxiao in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the sense of killing that permeated his body faded away quietly.

"I don't know why you don't want to kill me, but the purpose of my coming here is very simple. If I want to destroy this place and stop me, I will kill me." Shen Yanxiao 's eyes suddenly jump with a crazy look.

Devil rain is shocked!

Shen Yanxiao's figure still turns into a ghost and disappears in place.

Devil YuXun clenched the spear and clenched his lips. He seemed to be patient.

"I can't disobey Lord Ouyang's words." Take a deep breath, the long gun of evil rain's seeking is suddenly picked up to the sky.

In the middle of the air, Shen Yanxiao's blood figure flashed slightly. At the moment when the gun was stabbed, the silver whip in her hand twisted down the gun. She raised her foot and stepped on the gun. Her exquisite body drew a perfect arc and landed steadily on the ground.

And the silver whip in her hand has completely troubled the long gun that evil rain seeks!

Shen Yanxiao holds the silver whip in his hand and pulls with force!

Evil rain looks complicated for a single hand gun.

"Shen Yanxiao, you are not the opponent of Lord Ouyang. Give up earlier." I don't know if it's the last dissuasion. Evil rain asked.

"Give up? Don't you want me to belong to him? Become the container of Satan? Even if I die in war, I, Shen Yanxiao, will never make a wedding dress for others! " Shen Yanxiao sneers, holding the whip hand suddenly filled with gorgeous fog.

The fog quickly spread from the silver whip, and through the silver whip, it directly spread to the lance of evil rain.

Mo YuXun was slightly stunned. His hand holding the gun was tingling like an electric shock. The pain spread from the palm to the whole body. His brow was wrinkled, but he didn't relax the long gun in his hand at all.

Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows slightly. The mist was a mixture of fighting, magic, death and holy power. It was the first time that she tried to integrate the power of a great race.

The holy power of the protoss can purify the dead spirit, but Shen Yanxiao has separated the two forces temporarily by fighting spirit and magic. In the moment of contact with the opponent, fighting spirit and magic open the entrance of the two forces again. The holy force collides with the dead spirit, which will burst out unimaginable power.