The hot devil's taming concubine: the supreme magician

Before the battle is fought, there will be a good show--

"You son of a bitch, dare to look down on me, take the trick!"

With a wave of the robe, the beardless black beard suddenly rose high, and at the same time, it flew away from the horse and flew towards the front quickly--

Ling Yi frowned: "Protect him!"

She knew that Ping Lingduo had that white jade finger on his hand, so it should not be underestimated!

"Your seat knows!" Yin Wenmao replied, and then his eyes were fixed on the front, waiting---

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In the distance, the corners of Pingling Duo's mouth evoked an evil smile--

Immediately, it flew straight up, with both hands spread flat, and both hands clenched at the same time--

It condensed into a ball with a yellow halo, and greeted the attacking red halo ball--

"Go to hell, little brat!"

With a roar, the Great Elder has already pressed down on the condensed halo ball in his hand---

Immediately afterwards, he quickly reversed the qi in his body, sucking up all the profound energy in his body and pouring it out like a palm.

There was an earth-shattering rumbling sound, and then the colorful sparks scattered everywhere--

"court death!"

a sneer--

After calming down, the man in mid-air landed slowly, sat on the white horse again, and looked proudly at the panting old man on the ground not far away -- his eyes were full of indifference.

"Pfft!"

There, without a mouthful of blood spurting from the mouth, the Great Elder pressed his knees with one hand, and slowly raised his decadent eyes to look at the man on the horse---

"The second prince is really different!"

After finishing speaking, he forced himself to stand upright, propped himself up and patted the dust on his body, and flew back full of despair---

"If you want to leave, if you come, you will die!"

Behind him, Pingling Duoge closed his eyes, showing a murderous look on his face, and then rushed out again like a sharp sword with a sneer, straight towards the direction of the Great Elder---

"Patron Saint, do it!"

With a cold drink, Ling Yi drinks out---

The next moment, Yin Wenmao rushed out as if ready to go, staring at the man in front of him with a pair of eyes.

"Boom!"

Ping Lingduo felt as if his body was splitting apart, and then he backed up abruptly!

"I've heard for a long time that the spirit of the second elf prince should not be underestimated. It's bottomless. Now it seems that it's true!"

Slowly supporting the great elder, Yin Wenmao threw out a word coldly, and then helped the old man fly back without looking back---

Behind him, Ping Lingduo stood there, trying to support himself without covering his chest with his hands, letting the blood in his body boil and the severe pain spread---

He never imagined that the patron saint of the Phoenix Clan was so powerful——

"The patron saint is going to run away? I didn't have enough strength just now, why don't you come again?"

Suddenly, with trembling hands, he raised his voice again---

In his world, failure is unacceptable, and morale drop in front of so many soldiers is unacceptable!

"You can't beat him!"

Suddenly, the soldiers parted slowly, making a long way--

The sound of hooves kicking ---

"Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

Soldiers are devout ---

Just now, the second prince had been defeated. Now, he can only rely on this holy master who has never made a move.

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Raise your hand to signal the soldiers to be quiet---

Ziyangsong slowly turned his gaze to the distance, where a woman with red hair stood there, especially eye-catching.

"What did you say?"

Ping Ling, who seemed to be seriously injured, asked angrily, without any respect for the Holy Master in front of him, only angrily mocking---