Chapter 293 Nason's Weakness
Regardless of An, Andrew drove the Flying Magic, like an arrow off the string, rushing East.
Ice-Flying Sword
He summoned a large number of ice-flying swords and cut all the trees and ferns along the way.
Andrew was like a human lawnmower, and everywhere he went, there was a mess.
No matter whether it was fiends or insects, they were all broken into pieces by countless ice swords.
Along the way, a large number of ice swords were left on the ground, forming a sword channel.
Looking at Andrew's receding figure, An smiled proudly.
Go ahead. That kind of fiend was rarely seen on the second floor, but once it appeared, it would be more or less courting death unless there were Thirteen Stars or powerful warriors like Newton.
He straightened his collar that had been wrinkled by Andrew just now, and a typical smile of strategy appeared on his face.
He turned around and looked at the seven or eight ordinary students. There was a hint of evil in his smile.