A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Although he didn't know which goddess Diana was, the magical power in front of him seemed to be an endless ocean.

The sky suddenly became dark, without a single ray of light.

Li turned his head subconsciously, and a full moon appeared in the darkness. This scene was like a miracle.

"God!" This team of palace guards was completely frightened and stayed where they were.

In Rome in the first century, the gods were still visible at this time, but they did not disappear completely.

For example, the founding emperor of Rome, the god Patriarch Romulus was the son of the gods.

The captain even knelt down.

Li Xiang made a backhand sword.

The wind and waves shook off the sword, setting off layers of gentle wind on the ground, blowing away the soldiers of the palace guard one by one.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground continued to resound.

Li Xiang didn't turn his head back, holding his long sword in front of him.

He already felt the chilling murderous intent in the moonlight.

It comes from darkness and is destined to sink the enemy into darkness.

The indestructible khaki-yellow light tore through the darkness and swirled around Li Xiang.

Cracks sounded in the air one after another.

The marble floor continued to bulge and break open.

On top of Li Xiang's head, intersecting peaks gathered one after another, like arhats covering him completely.

His expression was a little distorted under the reflection of the magic power, the long sword was connected to the ground, and countless streams of khaki-colored gas of different thicknesses were constantly rising and going up.

Moonlight fell.

Li Xiang's eyes suddenly went dark.

The gas surrounding him was evaporated in an instant, leaving lightly without taking anything with him.

The rumbling sound seemed to sound in an instant, as if stacked firecrackers were ignited at once.

Li Xiang felt the vibrations in his head.

Mountains are collapsing and disappearing.

The powerful force made his body tremble uncontrollably.

Li Xiang bit his lips tightly, his face was pale, it was the first time he deeply realized how powerless he was without a treasure.

In the previous few battles, there was Ai Lei or other servants by his side, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

He looked at his left hand.

The blood-red Command Seal was flickering.

Just as he was about to say the summoning words, the black sky was pierced by golden light.

Allie arrived.

Counting the time, it is indeed time to arrive.

Li Xiang suddenly felt his body lighten, and his eyes were once again covered by warm sunlight.

He looked up.

The top of the palace has been completely destroyed, exposing the sky.

Looking down, I saw Ai Lei at the door.

Countless tiny translucent golden shattered lights appeared in front of her, and formed several long spears in the next moment, rushing towards the man who did not know when he was already in midair.

The undissipated white moonlight in the air was ruthlessly torn apart.

The man didn't dodge, the red cloak on his body was waving like a banner, but it instantly turned into tatters.

The golden armor withstood most of the attacks.

But the gap has already overflowed with blood.

"This is?" Puzzled in Li Xiang's eyes, he could completely avoid such an attack with the agility of a man, why did he bear it?

"Ah-uh!" The man's roar interrupted Li Xiang's thinking.

A purple-red light appeared on his body, like the color of a devil, and there was a terrifying pressure in the air.

Sadism physique!

Li Xiang thought of a skill in the game, mostly from Berserkers, the effect is that the deeper the injury, the stronger the attack power.

There is no doubt that the performance of the man in front of him is like this.

Did he use this skill because he felt the threat from Ai Lei?

Li Xiang really felt like a ghost.

Is this follower in front of him a madman?