The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

The people at the venue were completely shocked by this speed battle.

No one thought that a warlock could surpass the speed of a archer!

Shen Yanxiao no longer attacks, but just blindly flashing the arrow from Li Xiaowei.

The people in the stands secretly pinched the cold sweat. From the opening to the present, the arrow that Li Xiaowei shot has covered one-third of the ring, and the area where Shen Yanxiao can move is becoming less and less.

It's hard to imagine that she could completely evade all the attacks of Li Xiaowei. Under the intensive arrows, like butterflies dancing in the flowers, the beauty can't move away from sight.

"Why didn't she attack?" People began to expect Shen Yanxiao to show the ultimate speed again, but Shen Yanxiao did not have any further plans. She just did defense and was not close to Li Xiaowei.

Li Xiaowei was already anxious at this time. The result of not being able to hit the target made him unable to believe. What is even more terrifying is that the purple mist that haunts him seems to have a special power. As time goes by, he can obviously I feel that my strength and vision have been seriously affected.

The speed of shooting is no longer as fast as before.

He finally understood that Shen Yanxiao had just attacked the ultimate speed, in order to cast a spell on him. He did not understand the spell, but he was able to make judgments based on changes in the body.

This kind of curse is only gradually reducing his speed and vision. If he continues, he estimates that he will not have to fight at all, because after a while, his vision will become blurred.

The most important thing for the archer is the line of sight. Any attack without sight is a cloud.

Li Xiaowei was anxious, but he couldn't help. He didn't know how to lift the mantra.

This is also the terrible thing of the warlock. As long as it is close, even if it is only one second, it is enough for a powerful warlock to cast a spell. As long as it is locked by the spell, everything will be under the control of the warlock.

The people in the stands finally found this. They watched the speed of the attack on Li Xiaowei slower and slower, and the pace at the foot became more and more heavy.

They realized that in the short few seconds, Shen Yanxiao had laid the foundation for this victory.

Everything that follows has fallen into the control of Shen Yanxiao. Li Xiao, who lost his vision, has become the lamb to be slaughtered. Shen Yanxiao has easily won the game!

Looking at Li Xiaowei, whose hands are hanging down on the platform, people first felt the terrible things of the warlock.

Other occupations may take many times to get the opponents of the same level.

But the warlock, but with a small touch, can let the opponent lose his helmet!

This is a desperate fact.

"I lost." Li Xiaowei's eyes are already blurred. He can't even judge the position of Shen Yanxiao. The hanging hand holds the arrow that has not yet been released. There is a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. With anger.

"You are already very strong." Li Xiao only admitted to lose, it represents his own victory, Shen Yanxiao stepped forward and removed the curse of Li Xiaowei.

The eyes became clear and the weight of the body disappeared. Li Xiaowei felt that all this feeling was very wonderful.

"Technology is not as good as people, you are better than me." Without a slight discrimination, Li Xiao only decisively acknowledged his failure and the strength of Shen Yanxiao.