MTL - Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!-Chapter 747

He gently raised his hand, and the infinite peach petals ooze out and swayed around him.

He is like a colorful painting!

The No. 8 reincarnation is a two-headed knight with a heavy armor. It is about three meters high, three arms and two legs, and each of the three arms is armed with a whip, a long sword, a ghost claw, and a three-eyed black body. Fierce demon horse.

Dignity, darkness, heavy armor and mounts all indicate that this reincarnation is unusual.

It is true that this reincarnation has a very strong place. He inherits the existence of many "deads" of the dead chaos. The kendo and the knights are fully integrated here, but because of the specificity of the reincarnation, It is even more strange and unpredictable.

His fierce demon horse was born with him, and it can be combined or divided.

This is another mode of presentation of strength and speed!

The mirror and the reincarnation are two and two, and the style is too different!

Since you can't look good, there is still something to say, fight.

The No. 8 driving magic horse, like a black line, straightly attacked the mirror, it must crush the enemy directly with irresistible force.

I was not too busy to leave the mirror, and said: "Flower Shield."

One heavy and one heavy, successively concluded eighteen layers of shields, floral bursts.

To be brilliant, to be as beautiful as life.

On the 8th floor, the reincarnations are at the apex of each other. There are thousands of ways in the world. Every time they reach the apex, they are all powerful, but the reincarnation of one and the other are destroyed. Psychology, even if the reincarnation is the same to other companions. Because of this, they are incomplete, and it is because of this incompleteness that they are even more difficult to cope with.

Their mission is to destroy!

For the life beyond the border, it is instinctively disgusting, instinctively to kill!

Because of it, there is no life.

On the 8th, the sword was used to make a flat blow. Numerous swordsmanships flew in, and they squatted on the peach blossom shield. How can the peach blossom shield be strong and quickly broken, and the sword mans straight away from the mirror.

Charming smile from the mirror, the whole body is scattered like peach blossoms, peach blossoms, how to tell which one is him, which is peach?

When his body shape is not far away, in the thousands of peach blossoms, people are more than peach blossoms.

The backhand on the 8th is a whip. His whip can be long or short, and when the whip is waved, there is a sound of breaking.

"The season of falling flowers." The peach blossoms that have been swaying under his command are also like whip, and they are going away.

The flowers are falling, but the mirror is like a butterfly, and it falls silently elsewhere.

Angry, angry!

On the 8th, I can’t see the mirror more and more. This kind of glory is really unsightly. It’s so beautiful, it’s even more uncomfortable.

Swords, whiplash, ghost claws, peach petals, nasty peach petals, crush them all, see how you hide? !

A round of attack and attack, faster than light, denser than the storm, the blossoming peach blossoms are crushed, and there is no peach red in space.

In addition to leaving the body.

"Don't let go, the peach blossoms are full, the spring is like a melt, the wind is long, the thousands are overlapping, I don't know how much shame is beautiful." Without a word, it seems like a mountain of peach blossoms, blossoming, pieces Without saying a word, there are countless peach blossoms, blossoming, and pieces.

Look at the deep red pink and red, or sixty-two-two-petal, blush, layer by layer, layer by layer.

Just like stepping into the peach blossom fairyland, lost direction.

And he is the peach fairy.

Beauty, true beauty, fascinating, really fascinating!

The battle from the mirror, let Lu Yiqian worry, but not worried, watching him fight, more like watching a performance, beautiful and can be described.

Where there is a peach blossom, there is a mirror, and if it is a peach blossom, it is the place where he hides.

Dissipated like a smoke, and appeared like a peach.

The escape from the mirror makes it impossible to find it. It is perfect.

Whether it is against the falling season or the wind, it does not fall.

The mirror is not in a hurry, not in a timely manner, the whole rhythm is well-controlled, and the number 8 is violent, so I can’t wait to smash the corpse.

Soon, on the 8th, I realized that there is no need to kill the peach blossoms when I leave the country. I have nothing to kill. There is no such **** peach blossom, no such **** man!

He is too dazzling!

That is what the reincarnation can't do anyway!

It patted the fierce demon horse, its image was once again converted, and the magic horse merged with him. It became a three-eyed and three-armed arm. The upper body was a heavy armor and the lower body was a horse.

Power is perfectly integrated with speed. Its three weapons block all the way away from the mirror, locking all the petals, and it slams away from the mirror.

This rush, there is a big deal!

This is divided into thousands of layers, ten steps and one rush!

The first rush, the first layer of power circle swayed, the second rush, the rocks in space smashed, the third rush, the peach petals fragmented, the fourth rush, the planet destroyed, the fifth rush, the vacuum emitted electric flower... ... The first thousand rushes, the ripples of the power of one ring and one ring are sprinkled. Wherever, the space is oppressed out of the space cracks, the violent energy is rampant, and any blocking power will be crushed!

A piece of petals is broken, two pieces, three pieces, each piece!

After the impact, millions of miles of space are still being repeatedly crushed by violent forces, but where is the shadow of the mirror? !

Not even breathe!

Lu Yiqian really does not believe that such a charming man, is it dead to die, and there is no residue?

She does not believe that the man who is like a fox, the man who can escape even the disaster of death, how can he die in the hands of the reincarnation?

She does not believe it!

Yes, when it comes to the means of escape, who is better than the mirror?

A peach blossom floated behind the number eight.

At that time, thousands of peach blossoms were fascinating, and the wind was blown. There was always a peach blossom that was scraped elsewhere.

The shape of the mirror is gradually revealed from the peach blossom, which has a strong illusion. This person is a peach blossom, peach blossom is him, or he is really a peach blossom.