Allure Summoner

When he was surprised, Jun Qianxi gathered a cold air in his hands and patted him.

The spiritual protection shield condensed on his body paused for a moment after touching the cold air.

Jun Qianxi swung her bone again without hesitation, and the spiritual power shield was easily shattered by her blow like a mirror.

"What? What is that?" He backed away with horror on his face.

He clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body had been solidified. Although it was only for a moment, if the other party was of the same class, he would have been decapitated long ago.

"What's that? What's that? What's what? You're so cute!"

A black voice fell on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

He trembled all over, felt hard things on his neck, and his face turned pale.

Xiaobing leaned over and faced him face to face, the soul fire in his mind was jumping, and the faint fire light made his heart tremble even more.

"Hmm! The smell of fresh meat! Pinch and see if it bleeds!"

Xiaobing doesn't know what fear is at all. Although its strength has regressed greatly after contracting with Jun Qianxi, its body of the soldier king is still there, and the strength of its bones is not for boasting.

No matter how bad it is, can it fall apart? This is its ultimate skill.

Under the black cloak, its fingers suddenly popped out, and a piece of white bone pierced into the opponent's face.

"what!"

Two cries sounded almost at the same time, one screaming and the other excited.

"It's bleeding, it's bleeding, it's so cute!"

Xiaobing said, and poked him on the face again.

Blood holes appeared one after another.

"Little soldier, have you played enough?"

The corner of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched. The eighth-level peak must have been frightened, but he didn't know how to use spiritual pressure, and only focused on screaming.

If she didn't make a sound, Xiao Bing would have drilled 108 holes in that person.

"Lovely Xi'er, Xiaobing is doing a very sacred thing. You actually said that Xiaobing is playing? Hmph, Xiaobing is angry!"

It pinched the hand that landed on the opponent's neck, and the slender neck was broken by it.

Another splash of blood.

It still raised its foot and stepped on the head, took out the soul and handed it to Jun Qianxi.

The remaining eighth-level peak was from Rakshasa Island, and his face turned pale when he saw such a bloody scene.

"Third uncle, save me!"

He yelled at the ninth-level middle-level person.

It's a pity that the other party was entangled by Jun Wumian, so he couldn't tell his mind at all.

No one expected that Jun Wumian was actually a ninth-level intermediate.

It is well known throughout the country that he has been trapped at the peak of the eighth step for more than ten years, but no one knows that he did it on purpose.

The purpose is to use the accumulated spiritual power to break through the ninth step again.

He was dressed in a navy blue long gown, with white jade-like hands turned over, strong spiritual power radiated from his palms, and the oppressive opponent couldn't separate himself.

Compared with him, Duanmu Ming was even more terrifying. He single-handedly held up six other masters of the same level.

The faces of the two were curved from head to tail, as if the powerful enemy in front of them no longer existed.

"Second uncle? Second uncle is an onion? You don't even call grandpa, so go!"

All the juniors of the Lingshan School used their spiritual power to send this eighth-level peak master into the air.

Mo Lingfeng straddled the horse, stretched out his hands to pat the man, and sent him to Jun Qianxi.