"Simmons, stare at the white tiger, I'll deal with her!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Connor dared not hesitate at all.

"Connor, don't be impulsive, wait..." Before Simmons finished speaking, Connor had already taken action.

Originally, they wanted to wait for the ancient secret technique to be activated. This secret technique requires four Saint Shadow masters to perform together, which can at least nearly double their magic power. This is the extremely powerful Saint Shadow secret technique. Simmons felt it was necessary to wait a little longer.

But Connor believed in himself too much, and he ignored the other party's strength too much!

You should know that the Holy Shadow Master Ke Ye is as weak as a child in front of Mu Ningxue. Connor's strength is even worse than Ke Ye. He is just a newcomer who has just been promoted to Saint Shadow!

Maybe he wanted to show himself too much. Connor, the Holy Shadow Master, did not wait for the Holy Shadow secret technique to arrive. He was a shadow mage who approached Mu Ningxue with his ghostly body technique and wanted to take Mu Ningxue down very quickly when the White Tiger attacked others.

He was very close, and Connor felt that this distance was something that no strong man could be prepared for. As long as he did not cast those powerful holy shield spells in advance, his shadow wooden stake technique could subdue the enemy as soon as possible!

Shadow Wooden Stake Technique is a powerful secret technique used by the Holy City to deal with ancient vampires. Connor pretended to attack Mu Ningxue close to him, but suddenly some shadow matter fell around Mu Ningxue.

These shadow matters quickly formed a black pattern under Mu Ningxue's feet, tangling like black chains. The next moment, a shadow wooden stake will penetrate from the ground, piercing the wrists, feet, abdomen, chest, neck, and forehead of the evil creatures on the pointed shadow stake!

Mu Ningxue suddenly stood still.

"Feng Zhunshen"

Her clothes and her long hair began to move.

The airflow became stronger and stronger, and at the extreme, it was compressed into a blade whirlwind mark by Mu Ningxue's thoughts, and suddenly swept in four different directions!

The earth and air of the Holy City were suddenly divided into a terrible division. When the people of the Holy City in the sky looked at each other, they could see an extremely terrifying scene.

With Mu Ningxue's location as the center, four extremely powerful airflow barriers surged from the deep and long traces, protecting Mu Ningxue in the form of a "卍" character.

The wind barrier was as high as a mountain, and its powerful force even tore open the black shadow stake array under its feet. Soon, the seemingly mysterious and ancient shadow method was disintegrated so that there was no trace of dark matter left, and the figure was graceful, Mu Ningxue standing in the white wind curtain was unscathed.

Connor, the Holy Shadowman, was stunned. He had never thought that his magic would be so vulnerable.

Suddenly, Connor noticed that Mu Ningxue's eyes finally moved toward him. For a long time just now, Mu Ningxue's attention was only on the Holy Shadow leader Fal.

But Connor, the Holy Shadow, would never have thought that it was because of this gaze that his death was coming!!

The wind is definitely not only protecting Mu Ningxue, they also have extremely strong lethality!

Mu Ningxue waved her hand and saw that the powerful skull scar left the original area, spreading towards the far end with an extremely exaggerated speed and force, from an area that was originally only the size of a mountain to half a holy city!!

And this diffusion process is equivalent to cutting off everything along the way!

The body of the Saint Shadowman Connor was cut open, connecting the entire urban area behind Connor and being cut by the sweeping scars. The wind should have been soft and vast, but Mu Ningxue's wind was as thin as silk, sharp and full of killing.

Connor fell, and his blood flowed away like the previous Holy Shadow Apostles, and the weak seemed to be no different from them.

But he is the Holy Shadow Master. Only the Holy Shadow Master himself knows the difference between the Holy Shadow Master and the Holy Shadow Apostle. Or is the difference between the two and Mu Ningxue now that it cannot reflect surprise at all!

Connor, the Holy Shadow Master, would not have expected such a result. He felt that even if he was not Mu Ningxue's opponent, he would not have ended up being so close to being killed instantly, nor would it be difficult for other Holy Shadow Masters to even rescue him.

Connor still looked at Simmons before his death.

He finally understood why Simmons was so timid and why there was fear in his eyes. This woman was indeed terrifyingly strong!!

"Connor..." Simmons glanced at his colleague who was divided into two, and couldn't help but think of the same fate, Holy Kyūko who ended up.

At that time, Simmons realized that the arrogant Holy Shadowman was just a group of lambs in front of Mu Ningxue, and they could not defeat her.

"Do you want to survive?" Mu Ningxue asked faintly when she saw Simmons who looked familiar.

Simmons took a deep breath and noticed that the wind of the twig marks was still surging under Mu Ningxue's feet. He was confident that he could resist this force, but he was not confident that he could survive Mu Ningxue's next attack.

"I have no choice, I retreated. It is not only my life, but also my dignity." Simmons finally mustered up the courage. Facing Mu Ningxue, he once again used his natural god gift.

The highly poisonous mandala drilled out of the cracks in the earth, and the rhizomes grew into smaller vines, and the vines grew rapidly into rhizomes, and the rhizomes became thicker main vines...

In a few seconds, Mu Ningxue was surrounded by countless mandala vines that were as venomous as snakes. She seemed to be in a mandala jungle. The mandala flowers with anesthesia bloomed in a charming way, with petals stacked up, and each flower as big as a banana leaf. The pollen secreted began to become psychedelic in human senses!

A mandalalin should have grown gorgeously and eventually turned into a huge jungle realm, trapping Mu Ningxue here and constantly smearing her power...

But outside the city, white snow was pouring in endlessly, and the biting cold made any living object lose its vitality. The Mandala poisonous jungle, which had just shown the vigorous power of nature, was fleeting in a flash.

Withering in the cold and disappearing in the withering, it was also just a few seconds, but it seemed like it was at the end of life. The only thing left was the frozen remains of the flower vine on the ground!

"Ice Forbidden Curse." Simmons, the Holy Shadowman, looked at Mu Ningxue in despair.

She is not only a Wind Forbidden Spell, but also an ice-type Forbidden Spell Mage!

Simmons suddenly realized that the strength he showed when he saw Mu Ningxue was just the tip of the iceberg.

Perhaps only the Angel of Strike Far has the capital to compete with her. These people are really vulnerable!

"Crack creak creak creak creak!!"

It was not only the mandala poison ivy flowers that were frozen and silent. Simmons also watched with Mu Ningxue. His body began to freeze, his blood began to stagnate, and the vitality of life was rapidly icy...

Simmons could resist, but he knew that his resistance was just a struggle, and he could live for a while, but it was meaningless.

"I didn't break my promise and didn't tell the Holy City about your killing of Kone..." Simmons' face began to become extremely pale, and his skin was covered with frost, not to mention the inside of his body, those dead organs and internal organs.

Mu Ningxue nodded.

"But you don't care at all. You are ready to be an enemy of the Holy City. Is it really because of him? He deserves you to do this..." Simmons raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to the man trapped in the black star in the air.

Muningxue did not answer Simmons.

Simmons' eyes were still staring at Mu Ningxue. He watched the woman's figure walk past him. Simmons wanted to twist the head and continue to follow him, but found that he could no longer move any part of his body.

But Simmons really wanted to know this answer.

Is it worth it?

She was so beautiful that she was so strong that she was as strong as an angel, why did she give everything to a heretic who was just a dying struggle?

"If he was on the ground, he would do the same."

Suddenly, Simmons heard her cold voice, the moment before the end of his life.

Simmons also fancied that the other party would show mercy like the last time. Maybe he was a little special to her, but this time he didn't.

As long as you are enemies of her, there is no difference between you and the Holy Shadowman.

Last time she was kind and gave herself a way out.

This time, her kindness was just answering one question so that she could rest in peace.

What a perfect woman.

Beautiful as the queen in ancient mythology, she is gorgeous and noble, and is not stained with the world.

She is not a symbol of decoration. Her magical realm is unparalleled in the world and can control the angels of the world.

She does not favor anything for the world, but only loves herself, and can subvert everything.

She satisfies all Simmons' perfect fantasy about women.

Unfortunately, when I met such a woman, I was so humble and blocked her noble path.

But I am not worthy.

I used to think that I could give everything for what I love, but after falling into the system of the Holy City and falling into the system of this society, I realized that deep in this system and society that will make people bruised, everyone cares most about themselves, wanting to heal, wanting to be stronger, wanting to gain respect, wanting more, and not willing to give up what they love... I always complain in immersion and loss, complaining that there are no such ideal people in this world.

When one day when you really see and meet, you will suddenly feel ashamed and regret it suddenly. Only then will you realize that some people are really different and powerful. They are always sticking to their true hearts, their hearts are still so clean and transparent, and their thoughts are spotless.

"If it were him, he would do the same."

When Simmons was wrapped in death and his breath was almost gone, the question echoed in his mind.

If it were yourself, would you have the courage to break the holy city???

"Ka! Da! Da! Da! Da!"

The only moment when Simmons' consciousness remained, this sound was the sound of Mu Ningxue's footsteps continuing to move forward.
Chapter completed!