Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Under the sun, the tip of the snow-white and translucent Yusha stick was dragged on the ground, and the end was caught in Fan Tianluo's hand. The whole stick glowed silver. Although the seven holes were all empty, for some reason, many people felt that this weapon was It doesn't seem so simple.

The corner of Fan Tianluo's mouth curled into an evil smile and said: "Baldhead Hui! Then let you try to see if this is a broken weapon!"

After saying that, he grabbed both hands and lifted them up suddenly. Fighting energy and soul power poured into the stick at the same time, emitting a dazzling bluish-white light, which made people unable to open their eyes.

With a loud shout from Xiaozui, his small body soared into the air, and with the most brutal and powerful moves, he slashed straight down at Bald Hui's big bald head.

"Wow!" Many people in the venue were shocked when they saw this scene.

The thin woman in fluttering white clothes erupted with astonishing combat power like a demon possessed at this moment. That extremely brutal stick seemed to hit everyone's hearts, and the apex of their hearts trembled.

Anyone who is familiar with Fan Tianluo knows that she is either a sneak attack or a plot, or the most direct use of violence.

Both Sima Huangyu and Yun Jun couldn't help the corners of their mouths twitching. They couldn't figure out why the girl who looked so weak and coquettish made such fierce and fierce moves?Ruthier than men!

Bald head Hui felt the coercion on the weapon, his complexion changed drastically, and he raised his sword to meet it with all his strength.

One hits with sticks in the air, and the other lifts the knife to force the pressure. In the blink of an eye, more than ten strokes have been passed.

Everyone's ears were filled with the loud beating sound of 'Dangdang', and in their eyes they saw a girl in white with a stick in her hands, beating the people below desperately, while Bald Hui seemed to be struggling to catch the blow, and her feet were sunk deep into the countertop halfway. rice.

This kind of scene made the audience dumbfounded.

Seeing that Bald Head Hui was flushed, Fan Tianluo gritted her teeth and took the stick habitually, an incomparably evil smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again, and suddenly the long stick shifted, not from top to bottom, but horizontally.

"what!"

Amidst a burst of screams, Bald Hui was thrown out and flew obliquely along the ring for more than ten feet, leaving a mark of body friction on the stage. head off.

Bald Hui's complexion flushed quickly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Immediately, a ruthless look flashed across his eyes, and he looked murderously at Fan Tianluo, who was standing in the middle, dragging a jade stick and smiling wickedly.

The audience fell into silence, and even the sound of breathing seemed to have stopped.

"Damn girl, I want your life!" Guang Touhui turned over and jumped up, swinging his sword horizontally, and rushed towards Fan Tianluo.

Fan Tianluo sneered, opened her legs, stepped forward with a big horse and a golden knife, and raised her jade stick to meet the big knife.

There was another sound of gold and iron clashing, mixed with Bald Hui's furious roar, he had to find his way back, otherwise he wouldn't have to hang around in the mercenary group in the future.

The scene seemed to be reversed all of a sudden, and the bald head Hui was slashing at Fan Tianluo with a big knife, but to everyone's surprise, Fan Tianluo's small body did not move at all, and any position of the big knife was sealed by her jade stick, tyrannical His soul power locks on every attack he makes, so that Bald Hui can't find a chance, and always lands on the jade stick accurately.

The surrounding auditorium has exploded, and the noise is soaring, the same picture, different effects, one feels like a heroine, standing upright; the other is an orangutan playing a big knife, and bullying the small.

Bald Hui's 49 [-] cuts could only make Fan Tianluo's feet sink into the table for half a step, but he was exhausted, sweating profusely from exhaustion, and finally backed away a few feet, stopped to pant and wipe his sweat.