The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

Luo Xiaoman stepped on the skateboard, slid quickly, and thundered backwards.

The roar of explosive thunder resounded throughout Bailuo Mountain, shocking countless beasts fleeing everywhere.

"Huh?" Luo Xiaoman was losing his anger, suddenly his hands were empty, but it was the three batches of thunder that Luo Qinghen gave, all of which were used up.

"Isn't there anymore?" Wan Zitong squinted his eyes, staring at Luo Xiaoman coldly, and said mockingly: "Didn't you say that I am not qualified to be your opponent? But now, you are about to die in my hands. , Don’t you think it’s slapped?"

Luo Xiaoman turned his heart, turned around, stopped the skateboard, and faced Wan Zitong and Frozen Poisonous Scorpion. "I still said that, you are not qualified to be my opponent."

"Hahaha, now, are you still screaming at me?" Wan Zitong curled his lips and looked at Luo Xiaoman with disdain.

The little man in front of him is so insignificant that he can be crushed to death at will!

"Then you can try to survive the fangs of the cold poisonous scorpion."

When the voice fell, the cold poisonous scorpion neighed, and ice flew out from the mouth.

Luo Xiaoman condensed his eyes deeply, his eyes swept away, but they were all white.

This should be the peak of Bailuo Mountain.

In this case, it is impossible for her to find cover.

"Guardian mirror!" Luo Xiaoman yelled, and took out a bronze mirror from the virtual space, blocking it in front of him.

Suddenly, a curtain of light lit up, covering her whole body.

Boom boom boom!

A series of meth sharp arrows blasted on the light curtain frantically, causing it to tremble violently.

With a bang!

Under the bombardment of the last methamphetamine arrow, the light curtain covering Luo Xiaoman suddenly shattered, and the bronze mirror was also shattered into two halves under the force of feedback.

"Tsk, you are such a magic weapon." Wan Zitong squinted his eyes, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

It's incredible that a waste like Luo Xiaoman can be favored by the family.

Not only did she suffer from her parents, but she also had two genius brothers to protect her, and she was envious of others.

When I think of her brother, who likes to take things easy, and even try to cause trouble for herself, a resentment bursts into her heart.

There really is no comparison, there is no harm!

"Luo Xiaoman, I feel nauseous when I see you, so let me die." Wan Zitong had a grim expression and stomped lightly, and the cold poisonous scorpion spewed out meth sharp arrows again.

Luo Xiaoman gritted his teeth and threw out Luo Qinghen's magic weapon.

"Burst Arrow!"

"Diliubi!"

"Take your life three thousand!"

...

For a time, all kinds of magic weapons were thrown out, and the burst of brilliance shone, and the scene was very shocking.

However, these magic weapons are not painful to the cold poison scorpion.

Soon, Bai Xue flew over, blocking his vision.

Wan Zitong frowned, yanked out the sharp sword from his waist, a sword flower flipped over, splitting the rippling white snow.

People?

Wan Zitong frowned, scanned the surroundings, and suddenly saw a hint of red popping out of the snow beside him, and pounced on him.

"Wan Zitong, eat me a broken starburst." Luo Xiaoman gave a low voice and threw a magic weapon out suddenly.

Wan Zitong's mind tightened, and he quickly retreated. The long sword in his hand flew again and again, splitting the magic weapon in half.

With a snap.

The magic weapon that was split in half turned out to be a snowball, which made her face blurred.