Chapter 169

Then he started his own streaking journey.

Running naked is a kind of thing. People who run and run are used to it.

Just, where is the white beauty that should be here?

Well, I didn't mean to see her white Well, idiotic behavior patterns.

He put on a pair, moved to cry, because this is the first time, because his own preparation, do not have to bother some existence to play mosaic.

It's not good to hit it all the time. It is unsightly.

How many steps does such a handsome man need to walk to meet the monster, just like the legend of the fairy sword and the knight errant?

The answer is -

just wait in place. Monsters are good at customer experience.

It's more popular than the express boy.

The black castle seems to correspond to the black monster.

I didn't pay much attention before. Now, facing the black-and-white world, Ivy Jiao thinks that he is almost a dog.

Ivy stepped on a man's head, and the man grew up against Ivy's feet like bamboo shoots.

This kind of fighting spirit is very inspirational.

"Ah..."

The deep and penetrating voice was an old woman's voice, from the floor of his feet, to his little brother, to his chest, all the way up.

Ivy felt a little dazed. He took a look at it. It turned the body into a mist, and its toughness was still very strong. A complex contradiction seemed to tear his little obsessive-compulsive heart.

This guy is still cruel.

What's more, it still stinks.

Well, that's not quite sure. If the undead don't stink, what's the difference between them?

People don't want face?

She, that twisted woman's face, is full of resentment, as if all men in the world should be her father, who owes her 800 lives.

The stench came close to him, wrapped him in a heavy coat like aluminum foil, and polluted his internal organs along his pores, damaging his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

This kind of evil casts a curse far away, I don't know how many levels, this is the power of undead evolution.

Especially the top female undead who nests in one place, self hypnosis, self evolution.

That's great.

Of course, Ivy doesn't have the time and the strength to give this kind of heartfelt appreciation.

A fighting ghost should look like a fighting ghost.

Only in this way can we be admirable, can we say: the fierce life, er, ghost life does not need to be explained.

Ivy was not idle. At the first time of the ghost invasion, he compressed the defensive magic with his words and words, stimulated his skin in his clothes, made them extremely hard and petrified, and sealed sweat pores to the greatest extent.

On the other hand, the pores secrete the same magic power as rosin, which is well smeared on the surface of stone skin, and soon a defense armor inspired by Amber is built.

This kind of three-dimensional defense has no flaw, even if the ghost is such a pervasive super attacker, there is no way.

Fighting for a little time is the most important thing evey wants to do at the moment, defense is not.

Ivy's character is aggressive, always can not look at the defense, of course, he still understands the necessity of defense.

What he likes is the fighting pattern of Dugu Jiujian.

Attack instead of defense, with both attack and defense, one strike to control the enemy and defend outside the enemy's country.

According to his observation just now, the transformation of the ghost into reality and the rural curse are just a seal of this wave of attack.

More danger is hidden in the dark.

There is a net all around, a chain reaction is ready, waiting for him to take the bait.

No matter how strong his power is, no matter how high his magic power is, no matter how good his fighting instinct is, he will be taken away by a wave.

But his first step to deal with, has been the whole upset opponents secretly long-term deployment.

A feeling called pride crept up his cheek with shy eyebrows and drooping eyes.

Well, I'm fine, very good.

Then you can't do it.

"The wind of thorns. The law: freedom. "

Free as the wind.

This is a wind magic, close to Ivy is the body, forming a source of wind, bubbling out the wind, with the eye of the wind as the center, rotating around blowing out.

A water ripple is shaken, but mixed with a lot of sharp wind energy.

It's just a medium level of magic.

Avril: please, how could it be him? I don't have a coffin yet. I don't need pressure at all.

The needles of the wind in the outer layer, moving clockwise, anticlockwise, Schrodinger's, were moving at random.

This eye, these wind needles, are constantly stabbing the ghost.

The guy screamed in pain and madness.It's wind magic, but it has the effect of soul magic.

It's over.

Well, the top magic rule: freedom. It does play a decisive role.

There is nothing to be ashamed of. Human beings must be good at using their own advantages to create greater victories.

Some people say it's delicate egoism, but it's nothing.

Self interest is benefit to others.

Benefiting others is also self-interest.

They are dialectical

Ugly.

At this time, the appearance of the ghost is simply too ugly, comparable to the giant view.

It is riddled with holes and fragmented.

The ghost did not expect that he was so restrained by his freedom.

Every part of her body yearns for freedom, releasing her own vitality of death and stench.

I don't feel it when I'm stabbed. It's full of vicious wounds.

She let out a sharp howl:

"Banshee howl. The law: crazy. "

Authentic version of the Banshee howl, but the power is not small. Coupled with the law of madness, Ivy immediately came to the dilemma of life and death.

Every time he fought, he was dissatisfied with himself.

This time, he was forced to this extent by a small demon.

Is this the proud hero of destiny?

Fortunately, at this time, he did not mess up.

If heaven wants to destroy it, he must first make it mad. It shows that he is close to winning.

He raised his hand and gathered his magic power.

After the strength is improved, the new magic is learned:

"Thor's hammer, law: explosion."

Ivy remembers that while reading in the Phoenix library, there was an illustration of a mural of a star mage killing a ghost.

The descriptive text is that thunder magic can be the bane of ghost monsters.

Because ghosts, undead, ghosts, these inanimate versions of the undead carry a kind of obsession, recording a large number of brain waves.

Once they meet lightning, they are really destroyed.

Everything goes with the wind.

This is Ivy's strength at the moment.

The ghost howled and his body became more empty.

All of a sudden, she was shocked and her body became solid and incomparable.

Ivy saw it, but found something under her.

Is it a wire? Would you like to take the plug out?

He fell into the trouble of not being able to ride.

Some answers need to be verified.

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