Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Ignoring Bian Ling's advice, Bian Er threw the object directly towards the flower bed. Then, feeling it wasn't enough, he noticed the flower bed and vegetation behind Jing Li.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he conjured three more fireballs.

With a two-pronged approach, six fireballs were fired, three aimed at the mirror and the other three directly at the grass and trees.

Burn her alive!

The fireball flew towards Jing Li like a fiery serpent, turning the surrounding environment red, and Jing Li's eyes also turned redder and redder.

A clear smile played on her lips.

Everyone was watching this scene. Nangong Qinghe forcibly maintained her consciousness, trying to circulate her spiritual power to detonate the fireball, but this only exacerbated the damage to her already shattered body.

He stared blankly, feeling utterly powerless.

Bian Ling couldn't quite explain his feelings, but he was also curious to see how things would unfold.

Jing Li did not move, and Bian Ling felt a moment of regret.

Could it be that he's mistaken, and she really does have a health problem... and is completely defenseless?

He stared intently at the zero.

Bian Er smiled smugly, as if everything was under his control and this woman would soon be dead.

He imagined Nangong Qinghe crawling at his feet, and felt a sense of smug satisfaction.

What I'm more interested in is the look of terror on the face of this arrogant and ignorant sorcerer before his death.

But what he expected did not happen, and Bian Er's pupils suddenly contracted from smugness.

Everyone's expression changed.

The girl, who was fantasizing about being defeated by him, swiftly drew a stick. When the ordinary stick was swung at the fireball, it was not burned. Even more unbelievable was that the fireball that attacked the girl head-on was shattered by her seemingly effortless hand.

It exploded like sparks.

The item that was smashed was just a stick that had no spiritual power whatsoever.

And then, something even more unimaginable happened.

Jing Li slowly stood up, sweeping away the fireballs that were coming her way, and throwing those that were to the side back like a baseball.

The fireball controlled by Bian Er completely changed its trajectory and headed straight towards its master.

how come! ! !

Bian Eryi was still in shock and had not yet fully recovered from that state.

He was hit squarely by the fireball.

"what!"

Bian Er was knocked to the ground by the brute force, repeatedly shouting, "Impossible, this is impossible, the fireball is my fireball!!!"

Bian Er had no burn marks on his body. When the fireball touched him, it dissipated into flames and disappeared into the air. However, the brute force still caused him a lot of trouble.

The three places he was hit caused him excruciating pain.

To avoid being hurt, Bianling took a few more steps back, moving even further away from Bianer.

Nangong Qinghe stared at this scene in astonishment. Just now, she clearly couldn't have dodged it; the distance was so close...

Jing Li shook herself three times in a row, then her body suddenly twitched, and a pain like countless ants devouring her heart came from her chest.

Her body strongly opposed her actions.

Jing Li remained unfazed, but could only weakly use the stick to brace herself against the weight of her body as she was about to fall.

He was internally ranting and raving, but his face remained expressionless.

Even the smile was gone.

Then he looked at Benji, who had been hit three times, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

You dare hit me?! How rude of you!!!

Bian Er was still roaring, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes, completely unaware of Jing Li's unusual behavior. Only Bian Ling noticed the slight pause that had occurred just now.

A strange look flashed in his eyes; those few moves just now seemed to be her limit.

If only...

No, no, this woman is incredibly strange. If he can't kill her, he won't have a good ending, and neither will his brother...

Upon thinking of Si Yan, Bian Ling immediately abandoned the idea.

Bian Er got up, staring longingly at Jing Li's stick, "Stick! Stick! This stick of yours must have a hidden secret, it's a rare treasure!!"

Jing Li looked down at it. "It?"

The moment she lowered her head, a strong sense of dizziness struck again, and Jing Li had no choice but to keep her head down.

This action made Bian Er even more convinced that the stick was a magical artifact.

The burning light in his eyes intensified.

"You brat, I underestimated you earlier. I didn't expect you to pull out such a good item so easily. Now I'm even less likely to let you off the hook. It seems you've gotten quite a few good things from others, otherwise you wouldn't dare to be so arrogant and challenge me!"

Jing Li took a while to recover before lifting her eyelids to look at him.

His gaze was devoid of any warmth. "You're stupid and noisy."

"Once I kill you, you won't be able to utter a single word anymore." Bian Er suddenly changed tactics, drawing a short sword as long as his arm and advancing directly towards Jing Li.

"You were only moving your arms just now, are your legs not moving?" He hadn't seen the woman move at all.

Bian Er's tone was full of malice and murderous intent, and his eyes were burning with desire for those items.

His teeth chattered with excitement, and he moved even faster.

In the blink of an eye, they were in front of Jing Li.

Bian Ling watched from the sidelines, also eager to see how she would handle the situation.

Bian Er didn't even give Jing Li a chance to speak before he was in front of her and reached out to strike Jing Li's neck.

The girl's figure magnified in Bian Er's eyes, but there was no panic on her face, and her eyes were calm and undisturbed, which was unsettling.

The short sword stopped abruptly when it was one centimeter away from Jing Li's neck.

Bian Er tried to exert more force, but his wrist froze on the other side.

Jing Li just watched him quietly, a strange look in her eyes.

Bian Er also realized that this power was not initiated by the female sorcerer, but by—Nangong Qinghe.

At this moment, Nangong Qinghe used up the last bit of spiritual power she had recovered, and formed hand seals to restrain Bian Er's hands.

Bian Er's face twisted in anger, feeling incredibly furious at Nangong Qinghe's actions. Nangong Qinghe was provoking him!

With his left hand, he aimed directly at Nangong Qinghe, without even turning his head, and directly picked up a fireball, rushing towards Nangong Qinghe.

The last bit of spiritual energy in Nangong Qinghe's body was instantly dispersed.

Another bloody pit appeared on his shoulder. He groaned, but this time he didn't vomit blood, perhaps because he had vomited too much blood.

Only a trace of blood remained at the corner of his mouth.

"Why did you save me?" Jing Li laughed.

These words were spoken to Nangong Qinghe.

Nangong Qinghe supported herself, her hands on the ground, and smiled bitterly, "Qianqian said she wanted to save you, you are her good friend."

Before leaving, Xixi was thinking of her. Nangong Qinghe had always been puzzled as to why this person, who seemed indifferent to everyone, would show a hint of leniency towards Xixi.

Her life before that wasn't exactly good.

"But you can't even protect yourself!"

Jing Li did not look at Nangong Qinghe. The girl had long hair and wore a tracksuit, which made her look very beautiful. Even her smile was full of coldness.