The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

The corners of Murong Li's lips curled up, slipping away from the coldness, and the camouflaged gentleness disappeared, her whole person seemed to have a different face, domineering, and the hidden murderous aura in her body spread overwhelmingly.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

With the sword rising and falling, Murong Li was like a god of killing, invincible, reaping those lives.

Now that you're here, let's leave something behind, let's leave their heads behind.

Those people had never seen Murong Li like this before, and they all backed away in fright.

Murong Li specially went to places with a lot of people, and killed all the leaders of the army. [

"Don't, don't kill me"

Seeing Murong Li galloping towards her, the man was scared to death, Murong Li gave him a contemptuous look, the sword pierced his heart, and he died with regret.

There were people all around, and countless arrows were shot at him.

The sword crossed, and the strong internal force formed an encirclement circle. Those arrows were spinning inside, and the coldness of the corners of his lips deepened a bit. Pushing hard with his palm, all the arrows returned in the same way.

Immediately the screams sounded, Murong Li didn't seem to hear it, she saw the sword stabbing at Zi from the corner of her eyes, her pupils dilated, she sucked up the bow and arrow that fell on the ground with her big hand, and fired three arrows, all aimed at Murong The Achilles heel of politics.

The wind behind him forced Murong Zheng to turn his head, and Zi escaped by this.

"huhu"

Zi, who just walked through the ghost gate, patted his heart, bent over, and supported his body with his sword.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had this feeling, and I didn’t expect to experience it again today. Zi looked at Murong Zheng, saw the empty door that was opened, the door light flickered, and the strength came from nowhere, and the sword stabbed like that. go out.

There was a heart-pounding pain in his shoulder, Murong Zheng's sword stretched out towards Zi, Zi slipped his feet back.

The arrow flew again from an unknown direction. This time, when Murong Zheng felt it, it was already too late. The sound of the arrow piercing into the flesh alarmed Xing Ao, who saw that Murong Zheng was like a withered leaf. like falling.

"Godfather, how are you?"

Xiao Moran stood leaning on the sword, watched Xing Ao catch Murong Zheng, touched his chin with his hand, seemed to be thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zi dragged his tired body to Xiao Moran.

"I was thinking, at this time, should I give him another knife?"

"Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate it. It is better to kill them as soon as possible."

Zi came to a conclusion, smiled and nodded, thinking it was right, at this moment, what kind of tenderness is there, and when they go to hell, they can be as tender as they want.