The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

More than a dozen god steps, in the eyes of Bei Tinghuang at this time, are like Chinese cabbage. Without the defense of beast souls, their physical strength really makes people wonder how strong they will be.

Be the first to attack!

"war!"

Without waiting for Beitinghuang to make any preparations, Ming Su's voice was bold and cold, and he rushed towards Beitinghuang first, and more than ten gods behind him gathered towards Beitinghuang like locusts.

The soft sword was as straight as a javelin, and Bei Tinghuang's toes were a little bit in the air, and Feng Ying's nimble body skills were displayed, making him as fast as lightning, and quickly flashed out of the encirclement, the soft sword in his hand pointed towards Ming The top of Su's head was slammed down hard.

Ming Su and his subordinates only saw a blur in front of them, and an afterimage passed by, and Bei Tinghuang disappeared. Until a gust of wind broke through the air, Ming Su instinctively raised the scepter in his hand and swung it towards his head, barely able to block Bei Tinghuang's soft sword. The judgment scepter in his hand almost slipped from his hand.

Bei Tinghuang failed to strike, her body flashed, and she quickly withdrew, landing in the air far away, looking at the opponent's camp.

Ming Su looked down at his wrist, the bright red blood dripped from Bai Su's hand, and the smell of blood made Ming Su nearly go crazy.

He was actually injured again, just one move, just one move with this brat, and he was actually injured!

Slowly raised his head, at this moment, Ming Su's face was more than ugly to describe. His originally somewhat feminine face was now as white as paper, and his seductive eyes were flushed red with anger, making him look like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Especially when he saw the icy smile on the corners of Bei Tinghuang's lips, as if mocking him, Ming Su couldn't bear it anymore, surged all the divine power in his body, took the lead, raised the judgment scepter in his hand, With Bei Tinghuang bombarding the past again.

Bei Tinghuang's figure was low, like a cheetah, her golden pupils were cold and ruthless like metal. He raised the soft sword in his hand and slashed fiercely at the person closest to him who was about to perform a god-level spiritual skill. Suddenly, the person's head exploded, and he fell to the ground like a lost puppet. .

This scene made Ming Su's subordinates, men and women who were thinking about the mine veins or Ming Su's body, calm down instantly, and the passion that was not afraid of death also dissipated in an instant.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bei Tinghuang jumped up again, like a Kunpeng, raised the soft sword in her hand and slashed towards Ming Su. There are no tricks, just the simplest slashing, the most primitive force confrontation, and the most brutal fighting mode.

Bang!

There was a sound of cold metal colliding, and a burst of fire burst out. On the soft sword, the power of thunder and lightning, taking advantage of the short time when the soft sword collided with the judgment scepter, had already rushed into the judgment scepter. The silver lightning, like a tiny silver snake, crawled along Ming Su's wrist and penetrated into his meridians.

The soft sword and the scepter of judgment split apart at the touch of a touch, but Ming Su's body fell hard three feet downwards. The distance of three feet made him and Bei Tinghuang compete in strength, and it was up to each other!

The speed of Bei Tinghuang's figure cannot be described in words, his figure turned over, the soft sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and whipped towards Ming Su's waist fiercely.