Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

But a pair of beautiful eyes peeked at the constantly vibrating blade of the lips through the green fingers.

This villain can actually make the same voice as himself!

And the words that she said in her own voice, she didn't mean to say it, but just thinking about it made her want to dig a hole in shame.

How could I make such a shameful sound!

What, ah, ah, and those weird sounds that make people feel hot and blushing.

Pooh!She won't be like this!

Also, what he said... Pooh, nasty!

But this guy has a serious expression on his face.

footsteps! !

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils shrank, did he really come?

She took a fighting posture, ready to kill these villains at any time.

But at this moment, a voice sounded in her mind: "Zhuqing, watch, pay attention to every move I make next."

"Zhuqing, relax, I'm going to fuck~"

When Zhu Zhuqing's cold face heard this sentence, he immediately realized where he was talking about.

Even though he knew this was his tactic to lure the enemy, his legs were still clamped and twisted a few times.

This villain will not be playing in his true colors, will he?

Impossible, he is not that bad!

Hearing Dao Feng's words, the middle-aged man and the other three who sneaked in knew that they could not hesitate any longer, otherwise the kid would get his hands.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

With a roar, the four of them simultaneously activated their martial souls and rushed into the white halo.

"what!!"

"what!!"

"what!!"

"what!!"

The screams sounded almost at the same moment they rushed into the corner.

Blood splattered and spilled on the cave wall.

The big bald head rolled out of the halo, with a lewd smile on his face and excitement in his eyes.

Dao Feng stepped on the only mouth that was left alive, on the one hand to control him, to prevent him from rolling around and spilling blood on himself and Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, to prevent him from screaming.

He likes to be quiet.

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Zhu Zhuqing covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene that was turned upside down in a blink of an eye.

Three headless corpses, three headless corpses, with hands and feet scattered, and a human stick struggling fiercely at the feet of the blade, but it was meaningless except to speed up the blood loss of the limbs.

Her stomach was overwhelmed.

Although he had killed people in the Soul Arena, the impact was not at the same level as this.

It's like hell here.

The remains of severed limbs were scattered on the ground, blood was flowing quietly, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The wailing that should have sounded became a suppressed and low-pitched wail at the foot of the blade.

The face, distorted by pain, looked up at the blade.

There was a strange smell in the air.

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth forcefully, feeling like vomiting.

But she knew she couldn't, because she was the one who wanted to defeat him, how could she be so miserable because of such a small scene?

That would disappoint him.

"Yuck~"

Looking at the calm face, Dao Feng couldn't help showing a smile.

Not bad, at least not frightened by this scene.

"Yuck~"

Dao Feng didn't look at Zhu Zhuqing's pitiful appearance, he moved his feet, leaned over to look, and said with a smile.

"Is my sword fast?"

Angry eyes wide open, tears streaming down.

Dao Feng frowned: "What do you mean? Fast is fast, slow is slow, why bother? Do you want to play tricks on me?"