Versatile Mage

The face of the smuggler was stunned, but he soon calmed down.

The reason why he was flustered was that he never thought that Mo Fan actually saw his dark chaos. In his killer career for so many years, even those who were repaired higher than him, they did not understand the mystery of this order until they died. This age is light. Why can a light guy see through? ?

This is undoubtedly a shame for the smugglers. If the world is known to have a chaotic system in his darkness, then it will be difficult for him to murder again in the future!

The question is, how does this kid look at it, is it a coincidence? ?

The fire crystal candle floated over and was recognized by the order. It did not mean that the smuggler could not make a dodge. He immediately reacted after a moment of anger, panic, and incredible. The whole person floated to the left, in his hand. The jagged blood blade was also closed.

"It seems that I can't let you leave here alive!" said the gentleman coldly.

"Do you really think you still have a chance?" Mo Fan laughed, this time his smile was brilliant, with a bit of wild!

After saying this, Mo Fan’s other hand suddenly opened, and the silvery light was sharp!

The diamond-shaped space opened fiercely, and the long-strained section was completely released. The small fire crystal candle was more like a dike, and it suddenly exploded a huge flame energy in all directions.

The blazing flame instantly swallowed up the entire long road, destroying the land and destroying the land.

"How...how could it be..." The sorcerer looked at the flame like a dragon's body, and the sorrow and self-confidence on his face disappeared. The fire completely illumined his horror that he did not want to believe that all this was true. Face!

"Hang~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!"

The fire crystal candle presents a terrible smashing power, engulfing everything, and the bursting power, so that the suburbs are so empty, there is a huge pit of more than 500 meters! !

The high temperature also ravaged Mofan’s position, blowing away the tattered clothes on his body, and blowing all his hair, and a trace of incredible fire attached to his body, like a cloak. A fire-colored robes, bright red blood!

All the shadows of the devil disappeared in an instant, and in the forest of the raging flames, Mo Fanmai took a step and ran toward the smoldering singer.

Indeed, in the control of the darkness, Mo Fan is far worse than the dark man who is desperate, but in the destruction of elements, it takes only one magic to deal with this mage who puts all his energy on the darkness and deceit. Just be able to hit him!

The singer wouldn’t have thought that Movan had seen his order, not to think that Mofan’s unremarkable fire candle could burst out of such horrible power, and his defense could not be defeated under such a compression bomb. !

The whole wilderness was turned into scorched earth, and Mofan was the devil of destruction. He came to the front of the singer, and the dark brown eyes looked down at the smothered cockroach lying on the ground.

The skin of the smuggler turned into coke completely. The whole person did not have much difference with the corpse. He tried his best to wiggle his body and wanted to escape the scene of Mofan, the flame devil, and want to escape to the order of his dark magic pool. In the meantime, he kept moving backwards, but he moved out a dozen meters, and the entire area burning with the explosive flames reached a kilometer!

"You...you can't save anyone...Lengqing is dead, cold blue is dead, the fat boy...dead, now cold blue is dead, you are a waste, hahahaha!!" Climbing one side and yelling.

"Really, I can't save anyone. There are so many things like the madness and the inferiority of pigs and dogs in the world. The cursing mages are all lacking skills, let alone me..." Mo Fan stepped on this killer. On the face of the well-known singer of the temple, he used all his strength to step on the shackles, as if he had returned all the pains suffered by Leng Qing to the sick killer, and while he was dying, Mo Fan continued, "but You remember to me, if I am still alive, I will send you one by one to hell!"

"Those who are maimed by you and deprived of your dignity by you, will be tortured and destroyed by you, and will wait for you under the furnace of hell. They can't wait to wait. They can't wait to cramp your skin and tear it thousands of times! ”

"In hell, the soul is not destroyed? After you have been torn by them, it will not live long before you will live, but the kind of painful fear is actually imprinted on your soul, and then they will pounce on you again. Asking you, why kill them, and cut them one by one!"

When people are on the verge of death, when they are fragile, the idea of ​​being insulted by madness will surely be presented in a few pictures after his death as a real nightmare. If these words are awake in the singer When I said that the singer would only laugh loudly, but now the smugglers are lingering, the one whose life and dignity are dominated, and the words of the three-pointed singularly framed the long years after his death...

Big deal of death?

This is the idea of ​​those who are evil!

Ridiculous, death is always just the beginning. Waiting for these wicked people will be a melting pot of hell, eternal, desperate, and painful!

Mo Fan does not know whether this disciplinary **** really exists, but he has created such a soul **** for him in the last time of his life, he will be trapped in this evil by his own evil and his own sins. In the **** of thought, good atonement! !

"boom!"

Mo Fan stepped on the foot, and the head of the baker's tortoise was suddenly torn apart, and the eyeball filled with fear flew to both sides, and was quickly swallowed up by the flame.

Taking a heavy breath, Mo Fan opened his palm and stared at the black flower.

All the petals were dying, and he still couldn't save the cold blue. All these fears, stagnation, and bruises seemed to be futile, but... they made the world a mad beast.

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The flames have been smashed for a long time, and the abandoned roads have been completely erased from this desert.

Several luxury cars slanted at the entrance of the road, and they were stunned by the fire in front of them, and they forgot to escape.

In an anxious moment, a figure swayed by the spirit of the fire slowly came out from the inside. He was tired of dragging a blackened body, and the whole body was scarred, but the dark brown eyes still bloomed with a sultry light. Extremely dangerous, extremely terrible!

"Give me a ride, I will go back to the city."

Just when these people did not react at all, the man who had been tempered by the lava jumped into the front passenger seat of a red-haired woman.

The red-haired woman has been sluggish for a long time, and this is a bit of a trembling.

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The color of the pool next to the seat, the beauty of the yukata | women lying on it, a pair of bright light gold eyes are staring at the gray sky in Guangzhou.

"Hey, this is the master of the killer temple. It really makes me look at it!" The purple-eyed teenager walked down and threw the fragments of the head of the sorcerer's head back in front of the woman.

"Dead??" said the golden woman, "it seems that there is a reason for Sarang to plant a head in this kid."

"Fortunately, cold green is also dead, or it will break my big thing!" said the purple-eyed boy.

"That's all. If you don't take into account the fact that our Black Chapel people in China are extremely difficult to do, they will not let the people in the killer hall help us." Jin Jinfu said.

"Adult, this thing was handed over to me. Leng Qing was already a dead person before she arrived in Guangzhou. The smuggler was too young and too proud..." At this time, a man with a burly body and an upper body Said.

This person's skin color is quite strange and seems to change with the different spotlights on the pool.

"Our people don't move easily here. I don't want to plan that they haven't been implemented yet. There are fewer people available under the hand," said the cold lord.

After Sarang’s catastrophe in the ancient capital, China has become the most difficult area for the Black Holy See. These high-level officials have to go to this country, and at most they are like tourists. They dare not be here. The murders were annihilated by the trials and the Vengeful Masters who had beaten the chickens in minutes.

"Adult, can I just use it?" The burly man pointed at his nose and looked a bit thick like a bear.

"Yes, it can be used."

"Hehehe, then, what about me?" The beautiful woman laughed and pointed herself at herself with her fingers.

"Which aspect do you want to ask?" The purple-eyed teenager put his hand in the woman's robe and asked an eyebrow.

"What do you say?"

"Get my heart."

"Just like this?" The golden woman slowly gathered up and dropped the slippery tongue on the palm of the purple-eyed boy's palm.

The purple-eyed boy rushed straight up, and there was nothing in the ripped bathrobe. The soft fleshy sea was simmering.

Suddenly, the purple-eyed boy turned his head and stared at the burly man. "Would you like to help me with this snake woman?"

"No, no, the cold lord is enough to surrender." The burly man said.

"That's not rolling!" The purple-eyed boy screamed.

"Yes, yes!" The burly man hurried to escape.

"You have to have a bit of a brain, it is not just useful!" said the purple-eyed boy in front of his back.

Under the young man, the full-fledged woman twisted her body and asked for a sly look. She teased the purple-eyed teenager and snotted the nose of the crispy body, but she asked some distractions. The words: "My cold Lord, are you still reluctant to tell me what you and Saran had stolen from the Temple of Liberty?"

"You don't need to know, daughter-in-law!"

"Ah... I like you to call a slave."

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