A drop of JingXie slipped. Su Mei encouraged the bow to be widened by half and tried to locate the woman in black.
"The Seven Artifacts of War Flames Through the Cloud Bow"
"That’s right, so you can go to die."
None of the Seven Artifacts of War is a simple thing, which can be matched with the word magic. Naturally, the tracking and visual defense are almost the enemy. However, there are many restrictions on launching this thing, and once it is pulled, it will exhaust the spirit of the messenger department. The greater the spirit, the greater the power.
I didn’t want to move this thing when I came to Su Mei, but in this forest, the spiritual force was absorbed by Liang Hecheng’s lightning demon array, and the speed of restoring the spiritual force was too slow, so that Su Mei didn’t grasp it at all, and she took a chance on the flame to wear the cloud bow.
Whoosh! Su Mei loosed the bowstring, and a red meteor flashed a light and flew to the woman in black, Su Mei. After this move, he also fell to the ground. This bow cost too much.
Looking at getting closer and closer, the eyes of the woman in red and black with a cloud arrow show that Nai is beyond imagination.
It seems necessary to have something like that.
Hand white light flashes through the cloud and arrow light to completely cover the woman in black and the foot land.
Chapter one hundred and thirty-four, go at ease!
"Do you still think I can’t kill you with this thing in my hand?"
"Maybe there is a chance, but not necessarily!"
"what can defend against the power of piercing clouds and arrows?"
"There will be something that we don’t know!"
"What will it be?"
"Second, the teacher elder sister, do you want to know that the world will not be strong in front of any enemy thing? It is strong at this level. Can you say that the peak of the day level is the monk limit? Flame through the cloud bow is only powerful in our cognition. Maybe one day in a casual place, an casual person will crack your hand. What is really powerful is not a weapon but a heart. "
Su Mei believes in Ling Ye’s maple story. Although no one has cracked the flame and worn the cloud bow for many years, she still believes that Ling Ye’s maple story will always come true.
She thought it would come true several times, but today, the last day she expected, Ling Ye’s words came true.
The woman in black’s feet are white and shining, and the area has been scorched by the power of wearing a cloud bow, but only that woman is in place.
A white tear crystal exudes warm and soft light.
"Are you surprised?"
The voice of the woman in black slowly emerged from the white brilliance, which is quite different from the previous biting. It seems that the fairy voice is as soft as a fairy voice, which makes people think of continuing to fight.
"Is very surprised! Such a rare thing as the Star Soul Stone will fall into your hands. I am sorry if you are not surprised! "
Su Mei waved away the flame and wore a cloud bow. Her spiritual power has been able to continue to maintain this bow. At the same time, the black woman’s hand and the soul stone also disappeared. There are two women in tattered clothes fighting in the middle.
"So you know something like this and expect to scare you, but it’s no wonder that it’s normal for Yin and Yang to know this thing as the most mysterious magic sect in Zhongzhou."
"You are wrong. There are many mysterious spells in the Yin and Yang family, but I know this thing is in the ghost castle."
Su Mei’s expression became unusually soft, and she seemed to think of that Iraqi who was like autumn water on Ghost Castle Day.
"Master Me"
The panic-stricken girl hurriedly put back the letter she had just picked up from the console table, with her head low and deep, and seemed afraid to look up at those gentle eyes, her hands uneasy, kneading her skirt and dripping with crystal tears, and falling barefoot.
"What did the letter say?"
Xiao Yiren squatted down and touched Su Mei’s head, and his gentle fingers evoked the face that had been slightly disastrous.
"It means asking Master to go to Confucianism."
How can an orphan know how to read when Su Mei said what he saw but hurriedly covered his mouth?
It’s over, it’s all over, and my identity will be exposed, and my mother will die! Tears can’t stop. Su Mei closed his eyes in despair.
"hey!"
Xiao Yiren sighed deeply. What about such a kind child?
Gently hug Su Mei in her arms, get up and gently wipe her white clothes with Su Mei crying.
"Don’t cry, little girl, it’s not beautiful to cry. Since you can read, it’s up to you to read the master’s letters!"
"What?"
Desperate, Su Mei stopped crying, opened her eyes and looked at the fairy-like woman who held herself in her arms in amazement.
"Master!"