Chapter 4159 4.1759 Refreshing People

The face paralyzed looked at this person without saying a word, and pulled out a long knife and slashed at her, and immediately became happy.

What a good man, fighting, it should be so refreshing and no nonsense.

Looking at Qiu Ming from the Shadow Academy, he has a square face, and his shots are quick and accurate.

The spiritual tool he held in his hand was a seven-foot-long broad sword. It danced in his hand, and a whirring sound of the wind stirred up a violent hurricane and rushed towards him.

Qiao Mu suddenly flashed, and the man was close to Qiu Ming, and the Jinghong Dagger suddenly jumped out of the abyss of knowledge, and stabbed towards the broad knife with a swoosh.

"Dangdang, Dangdang!" A broad knife and a short and powerful dagger shook hands several times, causing the nearby air to fluctuate.

"Hey" a beam of flames shot up, and was pushed aside by the snow-colored silver needles of the tree roots.

That silver needle, made of ice and snow, is naturally the power of water and spirit controlled by the little girl.

Holy wood, holy water and holy soil have been integrated with her for a long time, and now they have reached the point where they can be turned around and can do whatever they want.

You don't need to think hard about what to make them look like, just raise your palm.

But after hearing a few soft sounds of "chichichi", Xue practiced silver needles, and with Qiao Musu's hand, he suddenly ran towards Qiu Ming's face.

Qiu Ming's face did not change, and with a wave of his hand, he placed a partial defensive fire helmet in front of him.

Blocked several silver needle attacks.

However, it was too late, and hundreds of silver needles for snow training flew out again. This time, they were divided into three paths, upper, middle, and lower, and they ran towards Qiu Ming.

Qiu Ming immediately unscrewed his defensive spiritual tool and erected a defensive wall in front of him.

I heard a soft sound.

Countless snow-trained silver needles penetrated directly from outside the defensive wall and shot between his limbs and bones.

Qiu Ming didn't panic, he immediately lifted his breath and fell, flipping his body back and forth in mid-air, and he kept shooting clusters of flames in his hands.

With a clanging sound, countless snow-training silver needles were smashed and flew out by him.

At the end, the sense of horror in my heart, I have to say, spread more and more.

Is the facial paralysis completely consuming no divine power and making moves at will?

The two have fought so far, although the time has not been long, but the intensity is very strong.

Basically, without interruption, going back and forth, they have been competing for their own divine power.

His fire spirit was completely unable to suppress the opponent's water spirit.

Even before this, everyone knew that the small facial paralysis is actually a person who holds two sources of spiritual power.

Both the water spirit and the wood spirit seem to be very powerful, so strong that no one can tell what rank they are.

Qiu Ming took a deep breath, his mind must be above the eighth layer, could it be... the ninth layer of spiritual water?

"Hey!" After a soft sound, Qiu Ming suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

He glanced down and saw a silver needle made of water spirit, passing through his shoulder.

The slight but itchy needle prick made him numb half of his arm in an instant.

"Hey—" Qiu Ming sucked in a breath of cold air, and secretly said in his heart: This girl is really terrible, how can she incorporate some inexplicable toxins into her water spirit?

If it was simply attacked by the water spirit, it would be pain at most, how could such a strange tingling sensation be produced?

Soon, one of Qiu Ming's arms dropped.

But his speed was not weak at all, and he jumped into the sky with just a few vertical drops, and he punched down.

Qiao Mu's expression did not change at all, he raised his hand and waved, only to see a touch of earthy yellow fine sand rolled up in the sky.