Allure Summoner

If you dare to hurt his Xi'er, you must be prepared to die.

Raksha Island, Baili Dynasty, Xuanyuan Dynasty, Xueshan Sect, Duanmu Rui, you can all die!

The horror on his body became heavier and heavier, his eyeballs became darker, and there was a strange light in them. Looking at each other lightly, it was as if he had fallen into the Nine Nether Hell.

"Ling Feng!"

The cold words spit out from his mouth, and the people watching the battle from a distance came to him in the blink of an eye.

Although he was extremely reluctant, he still handed over the person in his hand to the other party.

"Brother!" Mo Lingfeng couldn't help shouting in a low voice.

His senior brother had such emotions again, and he was shrouded in a chilling aura.

Duanmu Ming didn't seem to hear his shout, and with one step, he arrived in front of the ninth-level and second-level people.

The man's legs had been trampled to pieces by the soldiers, and he was lying on the side with his eyes closed and his face pale. It was obvious that he had lost too much blood.

But the energy in his body didn't weaken at all, instead it was slowly accumulating.

Duanmu Ming bent over and looked at the person lying on the ground ironically.

The ninth-level intermediate master suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual pressure on his body was released instantly.

The powerful spiritual pressure shook away the little soldiers and little beasts, but it only made Duanmuming's hair flutter more frantically.

"Release the spiritual power? That's great!"

After Duanmuming said this inexplicably, he raised his foot and stepped on the other person's chest.

A small ball emitting black light condensed in his hand.

"Jiuyou..." The little beast's eyes were full of surprise. As soon as it made a sound, its mouth was covered by the little soldier beside it.

"No way!"

The little beast's eyes flickered, and the skeleton also knew what the black light represented?

The people around were all breathless under the pressure of this powerful spirit, and they didn't hear the murmurs of these two little beasts at all.

Duanmu Ming pressed down with his hand, and the black ball disappeared into the opponent's body. After a while, a dazzling light burst out from the opponent's body.

After the light gradually faded, a black ice crystal appeared in everyone's sight.

"Little soldier, do you still want to dig out his soul?"

There was always a slight smile on the corner of Duanmu Ming's mouth.

The undead soldier trembled when he saw it, and nodded after hesitating for a while.

He raised his hand and landed on the opponent's head, and soon, the ice crystals began to melt.

The man was not dead yet, his eyes were wide open and his face was full of fear.

The little soldier took out one of its leg bones and tapped the opponent's head lightly.

It also seemed to want to torture the other party. Instead of knocking him to death directly, it smashed a hole, and then the hand suddenly went deep, grabbed his soul and retracted.

Almost at the same time, cracks appeared in the black ice crystal, and they all shattered under the eyes of everyone.

Except for the brains all over the place, there was no scum left by that man.

The people around felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet when they saw the brutality and killing.

They seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and just stared wide-eyed at the man who was magnificent but cruel like a devil in the field. At this moment, they really realized the importance of Jun Qianxi to Duanmu Ming.

She was just injured and unconscious, enough for him to kill everyone to avenge her.

"Brother Wumian, please get out of the way!"

Duanmu Ming's gaze fell on the few survivors on the ring.

Just being looked at by him like this, those people's legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Jun Wumian didn't know what happened to him to have such a strong aura, but he was just glad that he still had reason.

PS: Chapter 1 will be updated on Sunday!