Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 1549 The Power of Divine Art
A bow and arrow with fire suddenly appeared in Ning Zhao's hand, and the bow and arrow condensed with fire spiritual power had also floated in Ning Zhao's right hand.

The fire spirit power revealed by Ning Zhao made the sky a lot hotter.

At the same time, Qingfeng took a step back.

Qingfeng's movements were small, but they did not escape Ning Zhao's eyes.

Blood was originally the kind of most yin thing, and Huo Lingli must be his nemesis.

Ning Zhao clenched her hands tightly. She was not sure if she could use the magic bow to its fullest power for the first time.

"Let's go and play."

Suddenly, Qingfeng imprisoned Xiaobai casually, made of blood mist, and then threw him aside.

"Why, a dignified god-level powerhouse is also afraid of me, a little girl?" Ning Zhao smiled, "I thought you were so powerful, but that's it, it seems that your Qing family will lose another member today."

Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Ning Zhao to have such a strong strength. If he knew it earlier, he would have absorbed more blood mist, but it's too late to say anything now.

"The tone is not small, try it."

Ning Zhao subconsciously picked up the arrow.

This kind of awareness is indeed correct, Qingfeng has long been ready to attack, and a series of blood mist rolls in like waves.

There is definitely no way to resist with arrows. After all, the spiritual power of fire is limited. Ning Zhao can only shoot the arrows at the most suitable time, otherwise the battle will be lost.

The blood mist came first, but Qingfeng remained where he was.

Ning Zhao didn't dare to rashly determine whether Qingfeng was also afraid, so she also put away the divine bow, and she thought of a better way to deal with these blood mist.

Still attack with fire!
The method of using fire in alchemy.

Ning Zhao's ten fingers were bent, and the fingertips were facing the sky instead. Suddenly, ten strands of flame burst out. Ten fingers crossed, and the ten strands doubled, crossed again, doubled again.

"Go ahead and devour them."

Forty flames moved towards the blood mist, and the wave-like blood mist became very calm when it encountered the flames. If they could retreat, they would have retreated already.

Ning Zhaochang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Qingfeng he met today was defeated by Huo Lingli, otherwise he would be really helpless in the face of such a quasi-god-level powerhouse.

The flames condensed by the fire spirit power didn't stay in the blood mist for long, and many of the blood mist disappeared without a trace.

Qingfeng's face changed drastically, and he was quickly creating blood mist again.

Ning Zhao's speed was not as fast as his.

Taking advantage of Ning Zhao's distraction, Qingfeng turned to attack Xiaobai, which would also consume his spiritual power.

It's a pity that before Qingfeng touched Xiaobai, a flaming arrow approached him, and he had to use all his strength to resist.

"Heh, you are so stupid, do you think I will do nothing to your blood mist?"

Qingfeng used some strength to defuse Ning Zhao's arrow, and looking around, his blood mist was almost completely swallowed up.

"Impossible! It shouldn't be like this!"

"Shen Bow, it's up to you."

With a deep cry, Ning Zhao picked up five arrows, put them on the bowstring at the same time, and shot out with full bow.

The blazing flame ignites almost air.

Qingfeng had no choice but to withdraw the blood mist, putting all of them in front of him as a defense.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Ning Zhao immediately changed the arrangement of the arrows.

The five arrows that were originally going horizontally changed from horizontal to vertical in an instant, one after the other, and shot towards Qingfeng.

Keng!
Klang Keng!

When the arrow touched the blood mist, it was like the sound of metal colliding, which was extraordinarily crisp and piercing.

When each arrow touched the shield formed by the blood mist, some of the blood mist disappeared. Three arrows down had already made the shield much weaker.

The speed of the five consecutive arrows was extremely fast, and Qingfeng had no extra time to mobilize the blood mist to replenish it, unless Xiaobai...

Keng——

Another one.

Only the last arrow remained.

With a loud shout, Qingfeng escaped from the blood mist shield and galloped backwards.

(End of this chapter)