Chapter 1075 2.511 Take Off Your Beauty...

Before he could spare his hands to trouble this person, the person came to his door by himself.

What is not courting death?

"It's not certain who will die." Ding Dingding stretched out a slender white finger and shook it vigorously in mid-air.

Looking back and forth on him, "tsk tsk" chuckled.

A sneer slipped across the man's lips, and he spoke slowly and clearly, "Prince Mo. I have accepted a great gift from others, so I must keep my promise. I will take your precious life."

Mo Lian couldn't help but sneered, and five clusters of flames danced between her raised fingers.

Ding Dingding laughed in a low voice, and suddenly raised his hand and flung out a writhing little snake.

It's a pity that before he could fly to Mo Lian, he was burned to ashes by a cluster of flames.

"If I beat you, why don't you give me this beautiful skin on your body?" Ding Dingding blinked, with an appearance of humbly pleading, "If you use your skin to make a beauty drum Give it to a little girl, she will be very happy."

Mo Lian didn't bother to talk to this person, so she played tricks, thinking that a few threatening words could shake his iron-hard heart? It's ridiculous.

"You should think about it first, if you lose to me, do you still have a chance to live again?"

A ray of fire fell suddenly, and the two of them flew forward, and the slender black Wuyue sword collided with a shiny green long sword.

The sword was actually made of vines, but it was extremely strong.

Have you comprehended the great spiritual master of the wood spirit?

Really underestimated this little thief!

Mo Lian's eyes flickered slightly, the fire spirit covered Wu Yue, and a terrifying breath of spiritual power directly rushed towards the other party.

"Tch!" The red flame instantly turned purple, enveloping the green vine sword in Ding Dingding's hand, and instantly burned it to ashes.

"What a powerful fire spirit. Is it the nine-layer spirit fire?" Ding Dingding blinked and smiled, and five or six vines popped out of his cuffs, and lashed straight towards the ground.

Mo Lian moved her footsteps and jumped up quickly, avoiding the few vines that were thrown.

Ziyan landed on the snake-like twisted vines, and they were burnt to pieces in an instant.

"The eighth-level wood spirit is really too reluctant to match the ninth-level spiritual fire. Then... try my spiritual weapon!" Ding Dingding muttered to himself, "You try my spirit weapon. The Dibao Qiantian Clock. This is a spirit weapon that has been forcibly sealed to the fifteenth level, and it is not only a magic weapon that is a spirit weapon!"

Ding Dingding shouted childishly, "Look at the trick!"

In an instant, a huge black clock jumped out of his abyss of knowledge, and covered Mo Lian directly.

If this clock is caught backwards, I am afraid that the next round of tyranny will really have to be explained here.

Mo Lian's lips tugged lightly, a sneer emerged, and her sleeves flicked slightly.

The opponent is coming in menacingly, how can there be no reason not to fight?

No matter what you say, you can't lose to such a little thief!

All of a sudden, I saw someone else's figure flashing, and when he reappeared, he was in front of Dibao Qiantianzhong.

With an extremely fast hand speed, he pinched out a few complicated handprints that cannot be seen clearly by the naked eye.

A pitch-black lotus flower with a faint light suddenly appeared in his hand, seemingly flimsy and completely vulnerable.

In fact, when it collided with the ferocious Dibao Qiantian Clock.

The Dibao Qiantian Clock was hit by the black lotus and flew back several meters, hovering in mid-air.