"Simmons, just keep an eye on that white tiger, and I'll deal with her!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Connor, the Shadow Saint, didn't dare to hesitate any more.
"Connor, don't be impulsive, wait..." Before Simmons could finish speaking, Connor had already taken action.
Originally, they wanted to wait for the ancient secret method to be activated. This secret method requires four holy shadows to be performed together. It can at least nearly double their magic power. This is an extremely powerful holy shadow secret method. Simmons feels that it is necessary to use it again. Wait.
But Connor believed in himself too much, and he also ignored the opponent's strength too much!
You must know that the Holy Shadow's Katsura is as weak as a child in front of Mu Ningxue. Connor's strength is not even as strong as Katsino. He is just a newcomer who has just been promoted to the Holy Shadow!
Probably because he wanted to express himself too much, Connor, the Holy Shadow Master, did not wait for the Holy Shadow Secret Technique to arrive. He was a shadow mage. He approached Mu Ningxue with his ghostly movement method, hoping to prevent the White Tiger from attacking others. He quickly captured Mu Ningxue.
He was so close that Connor felt that no strong man could defend himself against this distance. As long as he didn't cast those powerful Holy Shield spells in advance, his Shadow Stake Technique could subdue the enemy immediately!
The Shadow Stake Technique is a powerful secret technique used by the Holy City to deal with ancient vampires. Connor pretended to attack Mu Ningxue at close range, but suddenly some shadow matter fell around Mu Ningxue.
These shadow substances quickly formed a black pattern at Mu Ningxue's feet, intertwined like black chains. The next moment, shadow stakes would penetrate from the ground, and the evil creature's wrists, feet, abdomen, The chest, neck, and forehead all run through the pointed shadow pile!
Mu Ningxue suddenly stood still.
"Wind swastika mark"
Her clothes and her long hair began to flutter.
The airflow became stronger and stronger, and at its peak, it was compressed into bladed whirlwind marks by Mu Ningxue's thoughts, and suddenly swept in four different directions!
The earth and air of the Holy City suddenly suffered a terrible separation. When the people of the Holy City in the sky looked towards them, they could see an extremely horrifying scene.
Centered on Mu Ningxue's position, four extremely powerful air flow barriers surged up from the deep and lengthy marks, guarding Mu Ningxue in the shape of a "swastika".
The wind barrier was as high as a mountain peak, and its powerful force tore apart the black shadow pile formation under its feet. Soon, this seemingly mysterious and ancient shadow method was disintegrated to the point where not a trace of dark matter remained. But Mu Ningxue, with her graceful figure and standing in the white wind curtain, was unscathed.
Connor, the Shadowman, was stunned. He never thought that his magic would be so vulnerable.
Suddenly, Connor noticed that Mu Ningxue's eyes finally moved towards him. For a long time, Mu Ningxue's attention was only on the leader of the Holy Shadow, Farr.
But Holy Shadow Connor would never have imagined that his death would come just because of this gaze! !
Winds definitely not only protect Mu Ningxue, they are also extremely lethal!
Mu Ningxue waved her hand and saw that the powerful swastika mark left the original area and spread towards the far end with an extremely exaggerated speed and force, from an area that was originally only the size of a mountain to half a mountain. Holy city! !
And this process of diffusion is equivalent to cutting off everything along the way!
The body of Holy Shadow Connor was cut open, and the entire city behind Connor was cut open by the sweeping swastika. The wind should have been gentle and broad, but Mu Ningxue's wind was as thin as silk, sharp and sharp. Full of killing intent.
Connor fell, and his blood flowed like those of the previous Holy Shadow Apostles. The weak one seemed not much different from them.
But he is the Holy Shadow. Only the Holy Shadow knows the difference between the Holy Shadow and the Holy Shadow Apostle. Or is it that the gap between the two and Mu Ningxue is too big to show surprise at all!
Holy Shadow Connor would not have expected such a result. He felt that even if he was not Mu Ningxue's opponent, he would not end up being so close to being killed instantly, nor would the other Holy Shadows even come to rescue him. difficulty.
Connor took a look at Simmons before he died.
He finally understood why Simmons was so submissive and why there was fear in her eyes. This woman was indeed terrifyingly strong! !
"Connor..." Simmons glanced at his colleagues who were split into two halves, and couldn't help but think of Katsuno Shengkage who met the same fate.
At that time, Simmons realized that the arrogant Holy Shadows were just a group of lambs in front of Mu Ningxue, and it was impossible for them to defeat her.
"Do you want to survive?" Mu Ningxue asked calmly when she saw the familiar Simmons.
Simmons took a deep breath. He noticed that the wind of swastika was still surging under Mu Ningxue's feet. He was confident that he could withstand this force, but he was not confident that he could survive Mu Ningxue's next attack.
"I had no choice. I backed down. What I lost was not only my life, but also my dignity." Simmons finally mustered up the courage. Facing Mu Ningxue, he once again used his Natural gift.
The poisonous mandala emerged from the cracks in the earth, and the rhizomes grew into smaller vines. The vines quickly grew into rhizomes, and the rhizomes turned into stronger main vines...
Within a few seconds, Mu Ningxue was surrounded by countless datura vines as poisonous as snakes. It was like being in a datura jungle, with narcotic datura flowers blooming in alluring beauty. , the petals are layered in layers, each one is as big as a banana leaf, and the pollen secreted begins to enchant people's senses!
A mandala forest, which should have grown gorgeously, eventually turned into a huge jungle, trapping Mu Ningxue in it, constantly consuming her power...
But outside the city, white snow poured in endlessly, and the biting cold made any living object lose its vitality. The poisonous mandala jungle that had just shown its vigorous natural power disappeared in an instant.
Withering in the cold, disappearing in the withering, it is also just a few seconds, but it seems to be at the end of life, and all that is left are the frozen remains of flower vines on the ground!
"Ice Forbidden Curse." Simmons, the Shadow Saint, looked at Mu Ningxue with some despair.
She is not only a Wind Forbidden Curse, but also an Ice Forbidden Curse Mage!
Simmons suddenly realized that the strength he saw Mu Ningxue displayed was just the tip of the iceberg.
Probably only the Angel of Punishment Farr has the capital to compete with her. They are really vulnerable!
"Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak!"
It was not just the datura poison ivy flowers that were frozen and dead. The moment Simmons and Mu Ningxue looked at each other, the body began to freeze, the blood began to stagnate, and the vitality of life was rapidly drying up...
Simmons can resist, but he knows that his resistance is just a struggle, and it is meaningless to survive for a while.
"I did not break my promise and did not tell the Holy City about you killing Katsunye..." Simmons's face began to become extremely pale, and his skin was covered with frost, not to mention the inside of his body. Withered organs and internal organs.
Mu Ningxue nodded.
"But you don't care at all. You are already prepared to be an enemy of the Holy City. Is it really because of him? He deserves you to do this..." Simmons raised his hand with difficulty and pointed in the air. A man trapped in a black star.
Mu Ningxue did not answer Simmons.
Simmons' eyes were still fixed on Mu Ningxue. He watched the graceful figure of this woman walking past him. Simmons wanted to turn his head and continue to follow her, but found that he could no longer move any part of his body.
But Simmons really wants to know the answer.
does it worth?
She is so breathtakingly beautiful, and she is as strong as an angel, so why should she give everything to a devil and heretic who is just struggling to his death.
"If he were on the ground, he would do the same thing."
Suddenly, Simmons heard her cold voice, the moment before the end of his life.
Simmons had also imagined that the other party would be as merciful as last time. Maybe he was a little bit special to her, but not this time.
As long as he is against her, there is no difference between him and the Shadow Man.
Last time, she had good intentions and gave herself a way to survive.
This time she was kind-hearted and just answered a question so that she could rest in peace.
What a perfect woman.
She is as beautiful as the queen in ancient mythology, ice-cold, noble, and untainted by the worldly world.
She is not a symbol for decoration, her magical realm is unparalleled in the world, and she can be compared with the angels who control the world.
She doesn't care about anyone in the world, only loves herself, and can subvert everything.
She fulfills all of Simmons's ideal female fantasies.
It's a pity that when he met such a woman, he was so humble and blocked her noble path.
But I really don’t deserve it.
I used to think that I could give everything for what I love, but after falling into the system of the Holy City and the system of this society, I realized that deep down in this system and society that can make people bruised and bruised, what everyone cares about most is forever. It’s all about yourself, you want to heal, you want to be stronger, you want to be respected, you want more, you don’t hesitate to give up what you love... you will always be immersed and lost, complaining that there are no such ideal people in the world. .
When you really see and meet one day, you will suddenly feel ashamed and regretful, and then you will realize that some people are really different and powerful. They always stick to their original intentions and their hearts are still so good. Clean and clear, thoughts spotless.
"If it were him, he would do the same thing."
When Simmons was wrapped in death and his breath almost disappeared, Simmons echoed this question in his mind.
If it were me, would I have the courage to break through the Holy City? ? ?
"Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!"
The only sound Simmons heard at this moment of consciousness was the sound of Mu Ningxue's footsteps continuing to move forward.
