Chapter 673: Frozen!

Solanum nigrum caught the water spirit bead, and when the ghost power in her body was urged, the water spirit bead floated in front of her, emitting a dim light.

At the same time, a sword shadow floated up and down on the water spirit bead, completely blocking the power of the water spirit in the spirit bead.

This sword shadow is the sword talisman set by Xiao Tian, ​​and it cannot be cracked by those who are not above the Mahayana stage!

Although Solanum nigrum is not of Nuwa ethnicity and cannot easily mobilize the power of the water spirit beads like Zixuan, it is not difficult to use the power of water spirits in the spirit beads to fight against the enemy.

"break!"

Solanum nigrum groaned softly, pointed at the water spirit bead, and under the infusion of majestic ghost power, the sword shadow on the spirit bead quickly became illusory, and then turned into a stream of light and escaped into the spirit bead.

With the disappearance of the sword shadow, the originally dim water spirit bead suddenly became brighter, and the azure blue light spread in all directions, and the rich water spirit surrounded the nightshade.

The Asura demon master who fought against Solanum nigrum changed his expression when he saw this, and stabbed out with a spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was wrapped in a strong bloody aura. He was confident that if this blow hit Solanum nigrum, it would definitely make her He was seriously injured or even died on the spot!

Solanum nigrum lowered its eyes, as if it didn't see the movement of the master of the Shura demon clan. The strong water spirit gathered towards the right hand, slowly forming an ice blue arrow, and the terrifying chill enveloped the battlefield, making people horrified. Discoloration.

"Die!"

The master of the Shura Demon Race who fought against Solanum nigrum had a solemn expression. His spear swept across the air, bringing up a shadow of the gun, and the strong bloody aura turned into a roaring blood. The demon dragon slammed into Solanum nigrum.

"Damn it! Hurry up and shoot!" Several masters of the Yaksha tribe who were always watching the battlefield changed their expressions suddenly when they saw this scene.

On the contrary, Zixuan and the others looked calm, leisurely fighting against the other masters of the Shura Demon Race, without any worry on their faces.

Seeing the expressions of Jing Tian and others, Long Ming in the distance couldn't help raising his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised.

"That Kuang Sha is a well-known ruthless character of the Shura Demon Clan. If he is so big, won't there be any accidents?" Long Ming held a bloody long spear in his hand, and fixed his eyes on Solanum nigrum.

As long as the nightshade shows the slightest sign of being unable to resist, he will rescue the nightshade!

After all, Solanum nigrum is an existence that can directly call the name of the demon king in the demon world and is still safe and sound. If something happens to his Yasha tribe, the backer behind the nightshade and the demon may vent their anger on the Yasha tribe. Don't want to take any chances.

Naturally, Solanum nigrum didn't know what Longming and those masters of the Yasha tribe were thinking. Facing the blood-colored demon dragon that roared towards him, Solanum nigrum showed a faint disdain on his face.

"You want to hurt me even with this little ability?" Solanum nigrum shook his head imperceptibly, ghostly power surged in his body, and the icy blue longbow in his hand was shining brightly, a dazzling icy blue light shrouded the battlefield .

Several masters of the Yaksha tribe who were preparing to support had to stop in place and close their eyes. Even Long Ming in the distance squinted slightly, and his vision was blurred.

Even Zixuan, Jingtian and Tang Xue, who were fighting, could only stop what they were doing and distance themselves from each other when they saw the three of them and the three Shura demon masters.

After a while, the brilliance dissipated, and Solanum nigrum was still standing there unscathed, on the ice-blue longbow in his hand, an ice-blue arrow exuding an astonishing chill was resting on the bowstring, ready to go.

But not far in front of Solanum nigrum, the roaring blood-colored demon dragon had turned into a lifelike ice sculpture, and then slowly crumbled under the horrified eyes of Shura demon masters and Yasha masters...