"Wishful thinking!" Mao Li, holding the knife in both hands, cut it hard.

"then try it!" At the same time, his right hand pulled out a thing to shoot at Maoli.

what! Although Maoli didn't see it clearly, he was full of evil spirit.

it must not be a good thing. Mao Li hurriedly stops and uses his sword to block the cold light.

"sonorous!" With a sound, the thing fell behind the broken sword, and immediately evolved into a fist sized greedy octopus. He stretched out his eight claws to entwine the broken sword, and his suction cup mouth hung on the sword, and the whale swallowed the snake...