MTL - The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

The defensive shield of the day is the last card of the ridiculous land. Once it is lost, the consequences are unimaginable.

The Alliance Army will have no time to rest!

The closed city gate opened openly, and the Alliance Army smashed out of the city.

Shen Yanxiao and others plunged from the wall and rushed to the twelve devils around the white man.

The two armies once again confronted each other. This time the collision was more fierce than ever.

In the blink of an eye, the battle spreads.

The bows and arrows in the hands of Shen Yanxiao and Li Xiaowei are flying all the time, and the twelve demons will be kept by the white man.

The white man has begun to create two distinct forces in his hands.

The holy power of the left hand, the murky magic of the right hand, the two forces constantly gather from his hands.

Shen Yanxiao and others will fight in the periphery and the Twelve Devils, but they will not be able to break through the defenses of the Twelve Devils and directly attack the Son of the Devil.

At this moment, Shen Yanxiao is convinced that there is nothing wrong with Shen Siyu before. The twelve demons will not exert all the power in the previous battles. Now, when the battle reaches a critical moment, the twelve demons will have tried their best. I want to break through the defense of the Twelve Devils. It’s harder than going to heaven.

Standing on the wall, looking at the chaos under the city, with Shen Yanxiao their strength, can no longer stop the action of the demon son.

Suddenly, the slender figure flew down the city, and the holy sacred breath swept out all the demons in the moment where he fell. The translucent white shield will be wrapped up, and the silver-white lightning will rise from the shield. Spread everywhere, all the demons close to him were destroyed in an instant.

At a very fast speed, he was close to where the Twelve Devils would be, but at the moment he was about to shoot, a black shadow flashed in front of him.

"Fighting God, the battle between us has not yet won the game." Satan's mouth evoked a sinister smile.

Throughout the battle, the repairs have been closely watching Satan's movements, and the same, Satan's gaze has never left the body of the repair.

They all know that on this battlefield, only each other is the real opponent.

The Ashura knife appeared in the hands of the repairs in an instant, without any hesitation, and repaired directly to Satan.

The fierce battle is like a wildfire, spreading to the entire battlefield at an alarming rate.

In the sky, the battle between Flying Warcraft and Flying Wicked Beast is fierce, and countless bodies are constantly falling from the sky.

The demon army of the day and the undead army attacked together and killed the demon of the Mozu.

A few days of silence, finally reached the moment of the outbreak, the Alliance Army and the Mozu army no longer have any hands, all to do their best, to the other side to die.

The World of Warcraft Corps headed by Long Jiuzi, such as the Tigers, rushed to the monster army.

The beast screams through the sky!

Compared with the battle of this day, all the previous battles seem so bland.

The number of casualties has multiplied, and the soil at the foot of the army has become sticky under the soaking of blood.

The son of the demon who will be protected by the Twelve Devils has no half-point tension. In the circle of protection, he gathers two forces without any ignorance. In the crowd, he sees Shen Yanxiao, he smiles and looks at it. Shen Yan Xiaodao: "When you look at the ridiculous land that you have personally built, how is it? The city that never falls, after all, one day has to drop its glory. Now you can appreciate it, this is intoxicating. Beautiful view."