Peerless Beauty: The Concubine Fights the Sky

But now, it turned out to be so astringent and sour.

It seems that it is better to have no feelings, or not to be tempted.

That way, you won't feel the pain of today.

That is heartbreaking.

Luo Sha looked at Yaoguang, stared at it steadily, and slowly raised his right hand to hold the blade of the long sword on his chest.

How sharp is the blood emperor's sword.

Blood immediately flowed down Luo Sha's hand, ticking, ticking, splashing into the dust.

Intense resentment and anger came together from Rakshasa's hands, it was not silvery brilliance, it was not the brilliant brilliance that only stars have, but black, an indescribable black, a kind of pureness that seems only available in hell of black.

Black hair, automatic without wind, instantly hurricane and behind Rakshasa.

The red cloak was hunting and dancing wildly in the air, dazzling as if it had life force.

Rakshasa, who was originally haggard like an old man in the twilight, suddenly burst out with murderous aura, almost like a killing god from hell, wanting to burn everything in front of him.

"Luosha...don't move..." Seeing this, Yaoguang couldn't control himself and wanted to take back the long sword in his hand. Now Luosha can't use his kung fu, he can't use his true energy anymore, he will lose control The magic power of the blood emperor long sword invaded.

"Don't move, wait for you to kill?" Luosha looked at Yaoguang, a cruel smile suddenly formed on the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the long sword slammed hard.

"Crack." There was only a crisp sound, and the blood emperor's long sword was crushed into two pieces by Raksha's fleshy palm.

"Ah..." Batgirl, who had been watching the show happily, turned pale with shock.

This sword is the long sword of her master Blood Emperor, the sharpest and most powerful long sword in Mixing. This man actually broke it with his hands like this. This... this...

Throwing down the long sword that was broken in his hand, Raksha didn't even look at the wound on his chest, and pulled out the point of the sword that fluttered into his body with his backhand, and threw it heavily towards the fluctangle on the ground.

Blood dripped down his fingers to the ground, where it gathered into a pool of red.

Raksha's fingertips were trembling, and the resentment in his eyes was gathering.

The woman in front of him, he liked her so much, but she made him into what he is now, using another man's sword to kill him.

He killed her, he killed her...

The sharp claws were trembling, trembling constantly.

He wanted to kill everyone who betrayed him,