Arena showdown, how can there be so many twists and turns? Just do it.
"I didn't expect you to have a protective magic treasure?"
On the stage, Zhu Hong frowned and said sternly: "However, although this treasure can save you for a while, it can't help you win the game. You will lose to me in the end!"
As far as she knows, protective magic treasures are generally limited in number of times, but when the spiritual energy inside is exhausted, the protective magic treasure will no longer be activated.
In other words, she only needs to intensify the fierce attack to make the opponent's protective magic treasure ineffective.
It's just that the process is a little more tiring.
"Hehe... If you want to beat me, it depends on whether you have the ability?" Xiao Hongye smiled slightly.
The long whip in her hand began to swim like a spirit snake.
Just now, she was a little careless and was attacked by Zhu Hong at close range. She suffered a loss. With this lesson, she will not give the opponent any chance in the next battle.
"Watch the gun!"
Zhu Hong didn't say anything nonsense, suddenly accelerated forward, and the long spear in her hand carried a little cold light, and stabbed at Xiao Hongye fiercely.
This shot was not fancy at all, and it was swift and cunning.
It seemed simple, but it could be adapted to the situation and act at the right time.
Seeing this, Xiao Hongye swung his long whip, and hit Zhu Hong's face fiercely.
Zhu Hong twisted her body and turned in the air, like a fish, nimbly avoiding the blockade of the long whip and continued to stab forward.
Xiao Hongye seemed to have expected it. He shook his wrist violently, and the long whip that was emptied suddenly turned around and wrapped around one of Zhu Hong's legs.
Then Xiao Hongye quickly formed a seal with one hand, and a blue arc quickly gathered between his fingers.
"Quick!"
Xiao Hongye used his finger with the arc to suddenly tap the long whip.
In an instant, the strong arc spread along the long whip and instantly penetrated Zhu Hong's body. JrNovels.com