A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The countenance is very different.

The tough curves are much softer, making them look more handsome.

The short black hair turned into a mixture of light gold and orange red, and it bulged a lot, drooping to his shoulders.

The same is true for the pupils, the black has disappeared, replaced by a light gold that reveals divine power.

The old man watched him vigilantly, his gray eyebrows furrowed tightly.

It was hard to see Li Xiang's original appearance.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you now?"

Li Xiang did not speak.

He raised his right hand expressionlessly.

Pale golden light is flickering.

Seven magic circuits lit up, and lightning-like stripes covered his arms and began to extend.

Over the wrist, across the fingers, gathered in the air.

The magic circuit was stripped and the arm regained normal skin.

The seven circuits in front of him merged together, and the pale gold gradually turned into black red.

A strange spear emitting red mist-like light appeared.

The upper part is straight with a sharp edge, the lower part is curved like a ribbon, and there is a handle in the middle.

Li Xiang held the spear.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

Looking down at the old man from above, he disappeared like lightning, and the long spear swayed with a pale golden edge.

when!

The tip of the spear made a tooth-piercing sound on the holy bell.

Unimaginable power surged towards the old man through the holy bell, like a train crashing, the severe pain made him cry out in horror, blood rolled in his body, and finally sprayed out.

"What kind of weapon is this?!"

The old man was pushed back and slipped.

Li Xiang held the spear tightly in his right hand, and pushed forward, the magic power was walking along the gun light, and suddenly jumped up and oscillated, hitting the holy bell.

Wailing.

The old man felt the pain of the bell.

There must be no such head-on confrontation.

This gun is definitely a higher-level magic dress than the holy bell.

He jumped back suddenly, and the hour hand turned to one o'clock.

The gorgeous holy light interweaves into a hazy gauze mist, like the haze under the moonlit night, and the figure of the old man is blurring.

Li Xiang charged again.

As the body rotated, the tip of the gun hit the soil, dust flew up, and a thunderous sound suddenly sounded.

Like lightning, the spear flashed.

I don't know when, there are lavender thunder pillars protruding quietly from different peaks all around, standing on the lonely plain like a cage, accurately and perfectly capturing the traces of the old man.

The sky seemed to suddenly darken.

Only the faint light of the holy bell.

The spears were spinning.

Li Xiang stood on the ground with a pale face and no extra emotions. He spread his right palm and the spear stopped flying.

The surrounding air was suddenly divided and extended, and the sharp sound reached the old man.

He covered his forehead.

But the blood kept flowing.

From top to bottom, from outside to inside, a thin gap cut off his vitality.

Thunder is coming.

A faint light flew out from his split body.

soul.

The distorted face was full of unspeakable fear, and he was controlled in a cage.

Also at this time, more brilliant light flooded the sky.

It's the holy bell.

Twelve hour hands appear on its dial, corresponding to all the times.