Xu Qingsong was a beat slow, but after reacting, he threw out a fireball, then drew his sword and charged forward. Fortunately, he remembered to add a handle to the sword.
The charred corpse puppet rushed towards the weaver opposite with extremely stiff steps.
Try to blow up the opponent!
Meng Yi's blood arrow turned into a net in an attempt to bind the opponent. The Weaver who was currently under attack was furious:
"I knew there were many shameless people here!"
He had the confidence to be the first to stand out, as his seventh-level flesh and blood magic had strong defense and recovery capabilities!
The Weaver, who was keen on fighting, did not choose to defend or dodge, but attacked fiercely!
Spirituality is free of charge!
More than a dozen flesh and blood tentacles stretched out from his body, and at the same time, several streams of blood were flung out!
Flesh and blood are consumed like they are free!
He was very confident that if the opponent chose a melee with a move, his teammates behind him would naturally take action.
The other three weavers all stepped forward to help, each choosing to attack or intercept one person.
All I can say is that the weavers are very martial.
No one chose to focus on Meng Yi who was in the front.
Meng Yi faced the first weaver who came out.
A sneer appeared on his lips.
Thought I only plundered flesh and blood magic?
You don't even care about spiritual consumption?
Compare this with me?
In the city, I was still a little hesitant to expose myself too much, but in the wilderness... heh...
Meng Yi's blood net was not blocked.
In the other party's view, as a cultivator who uses flesh and blood magic, this little trick is nothing to be afraid of.
A thief versus a true spellweaver versus flesh magic?
It’s so funny, come on, let’s attack back!
The Weaver roared, "I will fight with blood for my Lord!"
No dodge at all.
Then... he was covered by endless fireballs!
Meng Yi's magic level is not high, it is ninth-level magic, but its power is equivalent to that of eighth-level magic.
Boom boom boom boom——
He swung the fireball with great enthusiasm, echoing:
"Indeed, come, bloody battle!"
Without stopping for a moment.
Cen Qiyun’s shooting was not as fast as his fireball!
The movement here attracted everyone's attention.
Is this possible?
Meng Yi suddenly felt that he didn't need any extraordinary martial arts... What martial arts could be more extraordinary than his own?
The Weaver, who had just been fanatically clamoring for a "bloody battle", was able to rely on his defense to hold on at first, but soon his face was filled with disbelief.
His vision was filled with endless fireballs.
His flesh and blood tentacles began to dry up and turn black.
He splashed out a lot of blood, and it evaporated completely!
It’s mainly spirituality. His strong recovery ability needs spiritual support, but now his spirituality is being consumed exponentially.
"No--"
Meng Yi felt extremely happy.
Before, it was either inconvenient to perform, or you simply couldn't win and had to run away. At the very least, others also knew to hide!
Only the guy in front of me is full of confidence!
The weaver, who was leading the charge with his flesh and blood magic, was swallowed by endless fireballs.
The blazing fireball keeps expanding~expanding!
The weaver turned into ashes instantly!
A smoking, damaged Wulu rolled out... Wulu?
Meng Yi's eyes froze, and he quickly withdrew his hand, feeling extremely regretful. My money!!!
I played too hard and lost all my money!
Except for the charred corpse puppet that was still staggering forward, everyone else stopped and stared at him blankly.
Six pairs... countless pairs of eyes... were staring at him.
"Gudong~"
The sound of swallowing saliva sounds particularly clear in this environment.
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