Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Where is it?

Where on earth have you seen such a face?

Impossible, if such a strong man, he should not forget so casually.

Shidakai is still trying to remember where he saw the monsoon smoke, but the battlefield has changed.

A destroyer who is good at using bows and arrows finds a relatively safe place with the cooperation of his companions. He tries to catch the figure of monsoon smoke several times and gives a blow, but it fails. But when he is eager to break through the signal, a figure like a ghost suddenly appears behind him.

"First."

Just like the death knell, it rings gently behind the exterminator. He doesn\'t even have time to look back. Suddenly there is a sharp pain behind him!

The breeze smoke light fluttered a palm directly hit in that person behind, looks like a weak one palm, but in a moment beat that annihilator to fly out!

A wail followed, and the man flew ten meters away, fell heavily on the ground, spilling a pool of dazzling blood from under the heavy helmet

The rest of the exterminators wanted to chase after them, but the shadow of monsoon smoke disappeared again.

It\'s just a battle without a win.

The more we fight with the monsoon smoke, the more uncontrollable the increase of fear in the hearts of the exterminators.

They can\'t even catch up with the monsoon smoke, let alone fight with it. Time passes by minute by second, but they are like a group of headless flies, chasing the residual light and shadow of the monsoon smoke, but they can\'t even touch her corner.

How can I fight this?

Once extremely arrogant, self-confident annihilators, in and monsoon smoke soon after the fight, they feel the frustration and powerlessness never had.

It is in the face of high-level demon clan, they have never experienced this sense of powerlessness.

It seems that no matter how hard they struggle, they can\'t reach their goal.

At this moment, they are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered. The arrival of death depends only on the mood of monsoon smoke. No one can be sure whether they will become the next victim.

In desperation, the exterminators who cooperated in the war gathered together abruptly. They were back-to-back and surrounded in a circle. They were strictly guarding all sides. Such close mutual protection revealed their incompetence and sadness.

But it\'s far from over.

The shadow of monsoon smoke flickers and flickers, just like teasing the prey. It flashes in front of those exterminators in a hurry among the lightning stones. Every time it is so leisurely and casual, but it disappears again in the next second that arouses the inner fear of the exterminators.

Suddenly, a long tune sounded from people\'s ears. The voice of yin and Yang suddenly came slowly with the young girl\'s astringency, and the voice beat on the hearts of the twenty-four exterminators.

The voice is far and near, affecting everyone\'s nerves.