A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The man's face suddenly split open.

It wasn't Li Xiang's role.

A tarot card flew out of his face.

The face of the card is a hermit in a robe, with a cane and a lamp.

For a moment, the light blazed, the lantern shook, and countless sharp swords stabbed straight at Li Xiang.

Chapter 64 Lucky EX

Grass.

a plant.

Li Xiang couldn't help saying this word.

He saw the strange magician for the first time.

Bury the magic dress in your face, it's really you!

His complexion was a little ugly, there was no doubt that his cooperation with Pascal had failed.

Li Xiang had been paying attention to the time when he was fighting the man before.

As long as Pascal rushed here, he would definitely notice something abnormal.

Although the man set up barrier magic, Pascal, as the priest's magician, and he was also in the station, would naturally react.

The first thing Pascal did was make a phone call.

Li Xiang didn't answer.

He identified Li Xiang to fight the enemy.

The second thing to do is turn on the positioning device.

The mobile phones assigned by the Law Department to the executive department all have positioning devices, and Pascal quickly locked on to Li Xiang.

He cast a magic spell to eliminate his breath, and approached the battlefield silently.

Due to the fierce battle, which covered up the fluctuation of magic power, Pascal cast the illusion relatively easily, and activated it when he cut off Li Xiang's head. The man didn't notice it at the first time, but it was a pity that he was blocked by the magic dress.

"Pascal!"

Li Xiang was naturally unwilling to die with the man. In order to avoid the sharp sword of the Tarot card, he retreated and flipped upwards.

However, the man did not pursue him. He gave Li Xiang a cold look and said, "I remember you."

Grabbing the Tarot card in front of him, the man's body gradually merged with the mist.

When Li Xiang called out his name, Pascal's magic had already started.

Due to the lack of time, he performed a first-level magic trick.

Dispel the fog!

With a low buzzing sound, a gray halo was extremely fast, flashed through the air, and hit the man's body.

Some kind of cracking sound.

The fog on the man's body instantly shrank by half, revealing a face with an angry expression.

The purpose of dispelling the fog is not to dispel the fog, but to interrupt the man's magic formula.

But he didn't have time to move.

Li Xiang had already arrived in front of him.

The gun body rubbed against the air, and a series of dense and piercing sounds sounded one after another, oscillating round after round, and the fierce and tyrannical magic power formed the gun light, which formed a net and directly enveloped the man.

Screams sounded.

The arm raised subconsciously by the man was dripping with blood.

The robe shattered in an instant.

The sharp net easily cut into the flesh, the blood beads had not yet drifted away, the abnormally evenly cut blood clots fell down, and the bones were clearly visible.

But going any further was blocked.

The man wailed, staring at Li Xiang with blood-red eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Li Xiang's eyes subconsciously fell on the tarot card holding the spear.

The third magic dress.

He wondered if the man had a set of 22 tarot cards.

The gear on the face of the card turns.

A sudden wind blew up, and a slit like an eye opened, swallowing the man.

The speed was so fast that Li Xiang and Pascal had no time to stop him, and the man disappeared. Only bloodstains all over the ground proved the battle just now.

"Let him run away."

Li Xiang scattered the spear that pierced through the death flight, rubbing his brows, feeling a headache.