Allure Summoner

Mo Lingfeng's heart trembled, he had completely forgotten about the final separation, and he always thought that time was far away.

He lowered his head slightly, and the lowered eyelids concealed the sadness in his eyes.

Looking at his expression, Jun Qianxi guessed what was going on in his heart. He didn't think about it, but he was forced not to think about it. Don't look at him joking and joking all day long, but in fact, he just wanted to use these to cover up the loneliness in his heart. That's all.

She couldn't help sighing, the child in front of her was still a child who hadn't grown up.

She couldn't help standing on her tiptoes and rubbing her hands on his head continuously. His originally meticulous bun was messed up by her, which brought him back to his thoughts.

"Is our young master of Lingshan struggling with his slow cultivation speed? Are you not confident?" She said in a relaxed tone, looking at him teasingly, "Maybe you can learn something from the battle at the emperor level, so that you Speed ​​up the speed of cultivation, so go and have a look?"

Mo Lingfeng looked down at her pretty side face, his eyes were full of frustration, he thought he could walk shoulder to shoulder with her this time, but he didn't expect her to advance again.

The two silently approached the battle center not far away, and did not stop until they were about 300 meters away.

There are already some space cracks in the space here, and if they go any further with their strength, they will probably be sucked into the space cracks and smashed to pieces.

The two people who were fighting were naturally aware of their arrival, Baili Qixiong raised his hand to block the blow from the man in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Bai Li, go and take that woman down!"

Duanmu Ming's expression changed after hearing his words, and the spiritual power covering his hands suddenly flashed a little thunder, and he raised his hand to pat the opponent's head.

Dare to hit his family Xi'er's idea, do you want to die?

Baili Qixiong raised his hand again to resist, and the spiritual power he gathered was enough to resist the opponent, but when the two groups of spiritual power collided, a thunder light instantly passed through his spiritual power and landed on his palm.

He seemed to be shocked by electricity suddenly, and his figure paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, Duanmuming raised his hand again and landed on his chest in the blink of an eye.

Baili Qixiong was beaten and flew out. He held his chest and twisted his body in mid-air.

The moment he just left, a strong spiritual power landed on the place where he was originally standing, and Duanmu Ming also appeared there.

If he missed a hit, he would shoot again, and a ball of spiritual light appeared in his palm, and he slid forward and swept forward.

Baili Qixiong kept facing him and quickly backed away.

There was deep fear in his eyes, because at the moment Duanmu Ming attacked him, he felt a cold breath coming out of his body and enveloping him, making his soul tremble instinctively.

Now their fighting is to control the spiritual power to a certain extent, so as not to completely shatter the surrounding space.

But that powerful force seems to be unrestrained by heaven and earth, no matter how powerful it is, it can sway freely.

The original balanced situation was broken after Duanmuming used the power of the magic crystal, and the balance of victory began to tilt to one side.

On the other side, after receiving the order, Bai Li flashed towards Jun Qianxi, his eyes were dark, and there was a strong killing intent in his eyes.

Being forced to pretend to be a bastard is something he will never forget in his life. Whenever he thinks of that situation, he can't wait to wring Jun Qianxi's head off to vent his anger.