The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

  Chapter 150 Glory, battle!

The 14-year-old four-star great spiritual master is the most perverted existence on this road. A great spiritual master with blue spiritual power has never been heard of since ancient times, and he is already an existence against the sky. Oh, and there are two holy beasts, is this guy sent by the heavens to ravage the world?

   "Wow!" Even Huang Yuan couldn't help it, shaking his head and smacking his tongue. This guy is deliberately used to hit people.

It was another holy beast, a nine-star holy beast, his cold and dusty face was completely black, and his own was a nine-star holy beast. He had no advantage at all in terms of the contracted beasts he owned, and the other party was even more powerful than him. A holy beast can completely make up for the gap in star rating.

  However, this battle is highly anticipated, and he can only win, not lose.

"Don't think that you can beat me with one more holy beast. Bei Ye? Today, I will let you truly experience the strength of Master Gao Xing!" Leng Chenfeng sneered, the momentum of his whole body was based on his determination to win. Raised a bit higher again.

  Bei Tinghuang's jet-black eyes shot out sharp rays of light. She estimated that the strength difference between her and Leng Chenfeng was weak, and her heart turned, and her cold voice burst out like a spring of ice, "The whole body of lightning is armored, and the part of thunder is armored!"

The other party is also a great spiritual master, and does not have the strength to fight in the sky. She doesn't need to armor the Thunder, which is known for its speed. On the contrary, Lightning is a nine-star holy beast, and its defense is definitely better than the Thunder of the seven-star holy beast. Bei Tinghuang is not arrogant enough to underestimate Xing Daling's attack. Life is always the most important thing. Only with life can there be hope for success. Be careful and travel for ten thousand years. This is what she has always done purpose.

Two rays of light rushed towards Bei Tinghuang's body at the same time, and the lightning turned into silver armor covering Bei Tinghuang's whole body. The silver texture and luster like flowing water shone brightly under the bright daylight of the square. The brilliance makes Bei Tinghuang's body line as beautiful as undulating mountains and rivers. Under her feet are a pair of exquisite black combat boots, and a huge cloud wraps half of her calf. Silver and black, the battle armor under the combination of two extreme colors , giving people a strong visual impact, a hundred times stronger than the cold and dusty one.

  Suddenly, the girls in the square held their hearts one after another, and the stunning young man was engraved in his heart, no matter how indelible he will be in this life.

  Step back, lower your body, hold the weapon in your hand tightly, with a bloodthirsty smile on your lips, the fighting spirit in your heart is burning like wildfire, the war has not yet started, but the mind has already clashed!

  The war on the field was about to break out, and all the people off the field held their breath. The square where tens of thousands of people were located was as quiet as death. Everyone's nerves were tense, and their eyes were fixed on the people on the field.

   Quietly feel the change of the opponent's breath, and the strands of spiritual power released from the opposite side are captured by the body. This is the state. The footwork depends on the feeling, and the feeling comes from the capture of the opponent's spiritual power.

   "Boom!"

  With a violent sound, Bei Tinghuang took a sharp step forward, raised her body, and took the initiative to attack forward. The long spear in Leng Chenfeng's hand stabbed forward, and the posture of attacking had already been assumed. His eyes blurred, and Bei Tinghuang's figure disappeared from his eyes. Leng Chenfeng's heart couldn't help but panic. His soft sword has already hit the front door.

   What a strange speed this is, the angle is extremely tricky, if Leng Chenfeng's strength is a little lower, I am afraid that at this time, Leng Chenfeng's head will no longer be on his neck. The cold and dusty body suddenly fell backwards, and the soft sword swept across his face, causing his face to be painfully pierced by the strong wind.

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