It All Starts with the Wizard

Soon, the gladiators rushed to the position three meters in front of Angelina, and this place was within the attack range of the phantom. In an instant, several unlucky gladiators were suddenly cut into pieces. Broken pieces.

　　 However, the other gladiators were completely hypnotized and turned a blind eye to this **** scene. Their bloodshot eyes were staring at Angelina, and they kept rushing towards her.

Finally, when the remaining gladiators were only four or five dead, they finally approached Angelina's range of one meter. They waved their fists, and the muscles on their arms swelled up, facing the woman's fiercely. Smashed his head.

　　 Angelina still didn't have the slightest fluctuation on her face, and even her eyes didn't look at the attack close at hand, but stared at the reflection of blood on the ground, not knowing what she was thinking.

　　唰!

　　 There was a stern wind breaking sound. After all, the attacks of the gladiators did not fall. Their bodies froze in place, but their heads had been impacted by the blood sprayed from their necks and disappeared.

　　 But at this moment, behind the curtain of blood rising from the neck of the bull, Roman's cold face quietly appeared.

　　 The pale blue arrogance of his whole body surged, and the source force in his cells irritated every inch of muscles crazily, causing him to approach Angelina from the door in an instant.

　　 Through the observations just now, he has roughly grasped the virtual reality of the phantom. It is a whip like three tentacles. It is extremely sharp and cuts the human body without any hindrance.

　　 Although their attack speed is almost difficult to capture, the frequency of their attacks is not fast, and Roman, at this moment, caught this gap!

His body was pressed very low, showing a swooping posture, and at the same time large swarms of crows swarmed out from behind him, turned into a series of pitch-black arrows and shot towards Angelina, before she could react, He tied her limbs.

　　 "Darkness bound!"

　　 But this was not over yet, Roman pointed his left hand, and a pale skull with a smudge of black smoke rushed towards Angelina.

　　 "Weak!"

　　 Within a distance of this meter, he seized the opportunity created by fifty gladiator lives, and almost exhausted his cards in order to make a single blow!

　　 He could see that this woman is much more terrifying than the previous one. She is far from using her real skills now, and is almost dealing with the gladiator's attack with a playful mentality.

　　Roman gripped the cane in his right hand. The end of the cane was like a javelin, with light blue arrogance and black magic wrapped around it, and with the whistling wind, it pierced directly towards Angelina's right eye.

Just when Roman thought he was about to succeed, Angelina's mouth suddenly evoked a cold smile, and then, a dark green vigor erupted from her body, instantly smashing all of Roman's witchcraft. The ashes disappeared.

　　 And Roman was lifted seven or eight meters away by this wave of air, and a pool of flesh and blood rolled around in embarrassment for a few laps before hitting the door heavily.

　　咚! Boom! Boom boom boom!

　　 At this time, the heads that the gladiators flew out were worthy of the landing.

　　Roman sat on the ground leaning on the door, his cane did not know where he flew in the impact just now, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared at the woman opposite.

Angelina's white dress seemed to be soaked with a dark green halo at the moment, and then turned into pieces of flying ash as if it had been decayed. The girl's white and delicate body was exposed to the air at a glance, but Roman's eyes were frozen. Behind her.

Behind Angelina, a huge flower was slowly blooming from behind her. The black petals bloomed silently, gently wrapping Angelina’s delicate body, as if wearing a black scale. First.

The bright red stamens walked along the cracks of the scale armor as if they were silk threads, drawing out the lines like magma. As for the dark green rhizomes, they turned into a staff of more than two meters long, which she held in her hand. inside.

　　 Angelina's exquisite face also has exquisite tattoos, and her pupils have also turned dark green, which sets off her a more enchanting beauty.

She lightly opened her lips and exhaled a light pink breath. The **** smell in the hall was instantly replaced by the fragrance of plants, but Roman did not feel any vitality belonging to plants, instead, a stronger breath of death was present. The hall was filled.

　　 At this time, Angelina spoke to Roman:

　　 "Ant, now your helpers are dead, are you still struggling?"

　　 Roman grinned, his blood-stained teeth were particularly conspicuous, and he flew over with his cane in his mouth. Romans stood up on the cane and said:

　　 "Beautiful lady, aren't you curious?"

　　 "What are you curious about?"

　　Roman's head hangs down and his face cannot be seen clearly, but his voice is still clearly transmitted to Angelina's ears.

　　 "Curious, why should I bring these guys who don't even have magical powers?"

Angelina's eyes condensed and she saw Roman raise her head violently. At the same time, the weird doll rose from behind him, and countless invisible transparent silk threads began to wrap around, and the cold wind began. Roaring in the hall, like a group of ghosts wailing.

　　 "Because they are not my helpers, but my blood!"

As soon as the voice fell, the black and red apocalypse appeared in Roman's right hand, and the pages of the book began to flap quickly, and the grievances of the gladiators gathered in the hall that had not yet dispersed began to be quickly pulled by the silk threads on the dolls. In the book page ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the number in the upper right corner of the page began to jump fiercely.

　　One hundred and thirteen...One hundred and fourteen...One hundred twenty...One hundred fifty...Two hundred...

Finally, the number on the page was fixed on three hundred and thirty-seven, and the doll that absorbed a large number of grievances began to change. The shabby black cloak began to change into black smoke, and finally, under the guidance of Roman, it turned into A neat little black suit was worn on the doll, with a small red tie at the neckline, and a bowler hat exactly the same as Roman’s head, which looked a lot cute.

But this was not enough. Only relying on the doll, he was totally unsure that he could beat the terrible woman opposite. Roman suddenly pressed the apocalypse in his hand to the ground, and the pile of blood immediately flooded the entire book. Shouted:

　　 "Blood Sacrifice!"

　　 Blood Sacrifice-The baptism of flesh and soul will produce unexpected gains, and it may also attract attention from the abyss.

I saw the blood on the ground began to flow slowly, forming a huge vortex with Roman's arm as the center, and the flesh and blood scattered around seemed to be corroded, turning into a thick pool of blood, which merged into the vortex. In the stream.

　　 Roman also looked at the woman opposite, prepared to dodge at any time, anyway, the blood sacrificial ceremony has been launched, and the Record of Apocalypse has always been very assertive and does not require him to control it.

　　 However, to his surprise, Angelina just watched the scene in front of her quietly, without any intention to stop her, the air current brought by the vortex stirred her hair.

　　 On her chest, there seems to be a faint colorful light beating.