Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"me……"

Princess Axia really didn't know how Teresa was still laughing.

Teresa's courage, but also reflects her weakness, her hands shaking, how can I not hold the knife, anxious to cry out, "I don't dare, I can't."

At the same time, the sword scorpion snorted a nose, and two hot streams were sprayed in the high-pitched nasal cavity. The red bean-sized eyes once again burst into a greedy and greedy light.

It rolled over and climbed up.

"Come on, you can do it!"

Teresa encouraged Princess Asha. "No one can protect you forever. Black Jack can't. I can't do it. I will fight with you, but I can't protect you forever. Axia sister, take courage and pick up the knife." Fight for yourself!"

"No, no, no..." Princess Axia blushes and shook her head.

Not waiting for her determination, the swordsman's head was low, and once again, his head and the sword spurs behind him rushed toward them.

"Be careful!"

Teresa stepped forward, blocking in front of Princess Axia, holding the sword in her hands, and the faintness of the lightning and thunder on the top of the blade, really suffocating the hurricane, facing the sword of the sword, and falling !

It is a pity that the swordsman's celestial cover is the hardest place on the body.

Teresa also failed to control the new body 100%, and the strength of the use is still a little bit worse.

The most important point is that the sword in her hand is only a standard weapon commonly used by bounty hunters and mercenaries, and has been used many times. The knife is covered with cracks.

Instead of the Starry Federation or the Real Human Empire, it is a super weapon that combines cutting-edge technologies such as metal smelting, spar inlays and magic weapons.

"boom!"

The bones of the sword and the sword scorpion collided with the bones, and the strength of Teresa to kill the Thunder has not completely erupted. The fragile sword can not withstand the strong impact, and the pieces are broken.

There is only one handle left in Theresa's hand.

The strength of the body has not yet poured out, and the body loses its balance. Instead, it is seized by the sword and the magic pig.

Teresa is like a broken kite, flying out for twenty or thirty meters, squirting a lot of blood.

"Teresa!"

Princess Axia was terrified, and she rushed up, saw the blood on her chest, and cried out.

"I, I am fine."

Teresa gasped and gasped. When she looked down, she found that the leather she wore had dozens of holes in the sword.

The impact of this monster is really big enough.

Fortunately, I wear a leather armor, and the cushion of the chest is strong enough, otherwise it is necessary to break a few bones.

"Run."

Teresa licked the blood of her mouth and said to Princess Axia.

She is ready to make a big move.

"I--"

Princess Asha’s eyes seem to have been dyed red by Teresa’s blood.

She finally took the handle with a trembling hand. "Sorry, Teresa, I won't run away again!"

"Hey!"

The swordsman roar snarled and slammed at them like a cannonball.

Even the earth that is full of humilis is plowed out of a deep gully.

The momentum is amazing, and the boulder that collapsed above the cliffs is rampant and invincible.

In the face of such a giant, Princess Asha’s lips, hands and legs are shaking.

Tears like broken pearls are not controlled by the brain.

But she still raised the sword high.

While weeping, biting my teeth, muttering to myself, cheering on myself, "Come on, I am not afraid of you, I will not let you hurt Teresa, I will not run away, come on, no matter the swords and the roosters." Ok, my uncle, I am not afraid of you!"

She was terrified to the extreme, closed her eyes tightly, waved her sword, and fell awkwardly.

Teresa sucked her nose.

The seemingly immature face is full of indifferences that have been through battles.

And a touch of light... moved?

The handle that lost the blade was still not light and not in the palm of her hand. Instead, she was lifted up by her, like a torch that was about to ignite.

The mysterious magical power lingers around her, a circle of spiral ripples, condensing toward the high handle.

Teresa began to sing with a slightly exotic sound.

"Retrieve: All three levels of aggressive magic currently available.

"Sorting method: casting speed, from fast to slow.

"Extract: Three levels of magic, the roar of the dragon.

"Attack mode: attached to the sword, the line of sight is locked, a single target, no matter after shooting.

"Lock the target: Ten meters in front of it, the sword scorpion.

"Number of attacks: If the attack is effective, the attack continues until the target dies; if the attack is invalid, after three attacks, it is automatically replaced with secondary attacking magic, and the ice arrow is stabbed.

"The application description is complete.

"Submit and execute!"

When the last spell blurted out, a series of mysterious and complex magic runes emerged around the raised arms, forming a three-dimensional magic array.

Above the handle, the empty place, really ignited a burning torch, flames like a fountain, straight into the height of three or five meters, and condensed into a magma dragon.

"The roar of the dragon, go to hell, beast!"

Teresa's figure was a strange flash, a fold, and grabbed the face of Princess Axia.

Both hands changed into a beautiful trick, and the original high-end Yanlong sword became a pick.

Instead of hard-hitting the sword, the most hard cover of the magic pig, but with the line of sight locked under the head of the head, the neck and neck, the softest throat.

call!

The flame dragon pierced the throat of the sword scorpion at a lightning speed.

The beast was sore and couldn't help but scream.

Teresa's speed is far beyond its imagination. Above the shank, the second flame condenses into a sharp blade, piercing its **** mouth.

The swordsman's reaction is agile, biting his teeth, and wants to bite Teresa's handle with his wrist.

Who knows that Theresa is still a sham shot, without a blade, but gives the handle a hundred times more flexibility, the sword becomes a dagger, and it is easy to stick to the left eye of the sword.

"puff!"

The third offensive magic "The Roar of the Dragon" broke out in front of the left eye of the sword scorpion.

The magical flames drove straight in, instantly smashed the eyes, burned out the visual nerves, smashed in the small brain of the sword scorpion, all the way, and from the right eye, nostrils, ears and blood basin, spewed out flame.

The head of the sword scorpion turned into a fireball.

One person and one pig, in a moment of interlacing, Theresa was short, and a beautiful front rollover, flashed from under the sword.

The sword-stricken boar ran with a burning head and continued to smash for a few tens of meters. After all, he was unable to return to the sky and fell to the ground.