Supreme Pill Saint

They are all disciples of Lei mingzong!

Mo tilt dance now represents Lei mingzong!

It's not humiliating. What is it?

"Lord Chen has a heart!" Zhang Daokun was very satisfied with his smile. He took a look at Chen Qingbei.

He Qingyuan nodded: "Lord Chen is good!"

"This is what I should do!" Chen Qingbei nodded his head as soon as he was happy. His smile was also full-bodied. Everything was tacit.

On the platform of douwu.

"Mo Qingwu, take my sword!!!" Zhang Xingxiao suddenly drinks it. His wrist is turned over. A merciless sword flies out directly. The formula of the sword is rippling, the light of the sword is flashing, and the meaning of the sword is enhanced. The sword is like chasing the light and lightning, the purple rhyme is clear, and goes straight to the wrist dancing with ink.

Mo Qingwu felt the danger, but he could not avoid it.

Her Xuanqi moves very slowly!

It's like the speed of an airplane is now the speed of a truck.

It's too far.

The speed of Xuanqi's movement directly causes her to not only have no way to lift her sword, but also to use her body method to avoid.

Next breath.

Hiss

Sure enough, Mo Qianwu didn't escape.

Zhang Xingxiao's purple long sword fell on Mo Qingwu's wrist. It didn't enter the flesh and bones. The green butterfly sword fell on the ground, accompanied by fast flowing blood.

Intense pain pervaded the whole body, and Mo tilted back again.

Zhang Xingxiao, on the other hand, is not in a hurry to take back the purple sword.

Ha ha

She wants to torture Mo Jiwu to vent her hatred.

Under the platform, those disciples of Lei mingzong can't see the extreme face one by one:

"grass!!! The sword has all fallen! "

"Nothing but beauty."

"There is only a pair of leather bags left!"

"It's a terrible strength."

"This is also called the saint? And listen to the virgin

"I knew that I would not come. I was so angry. I went to fight. I did a good job in dancing!"

………………

Mo Qingwu is mercilessly mocked.

No one cares about her injury, her bleeding, only that she is not as good as Zhang Xingxiao, only that she lost Lei mingzong.

"No, not like that!" Only Xiao Luo's loud cry, desperate cry, and the strength of Mo Qianwu, she knew that it was much better than this. Something must have happened, which led to such a scene in front of her.

Unfortunately, no one cared about her cry, let alone took it seriously.

On the platform of douwu, Zhang Xingxiao smiled very brightly.

Listening to the noisy swearing and angry voice, they are all aimed at the Mo tilt dance, just like the soul fluttering to the cloud, which is beautiful and comfortable.

"Damn bitch, who let you and my girl rob men?" Zhang Xingxiao said with a smile, "you deserve it too?!!! Do you think you are beautiful? "

When it comes to beauty, Zhang Xingxiao looks at her eyes and then raises her sword again.

Shua!

The sound of the sword was harsh and bleak.

This sword, however, goes directly to the face of the ink tilting dance.

Mo Qingwu is so beautiful that Zhang Xingxiao is jealous. So, this beautiful face should be destroyed by his sword, isn't it?

After one tenth breath, Zhang Xingxiao's purple sword has reached the face of Mo Qingwu, which is only about three inches away from the beautiful face of Mo Qingwu.

Mo tilt dance but how also can't escape, her despair and loss of mind in there, only two lines of tears flow.

Zhang Xingxiao is very excited. She seems to have seen the disfigurement of Mo Qingwu and the ugly, ferocious and bloody face of Mo Qingwu.

But just then.

Suddenly.

Zhang Xingxiao's long sword stopped, just like a meteorite iron that could not be poked.

And in her eyes, there was a strange face!

Is a young man, quiet, indifferent, contempt for all a face.

Su Chen.

Here comes!!!

Under the spotlight, Su Chen stops in front of Mo Qian's body, grabs Zhang Xingxiao's sword with one hand, and Sheng Sheng grabs it.

The blade is not in the palm of his hand, and the blood is rippling on it. Su Chen seems to have no idea about the pain.

Under the platform of douwu, Chen Qingbei, Zhang Daokun and others were stunned.

Just now, Su Chen suddenly appeared, so fast that they didn't even respond to the lightning and flint.

When they react, Su Chen is already in the challenge arena.

Who is this sudden young man? How can it be so fast? Why stop fighting all of a sudden?

In the whole martial arts practice field, everyone is quiet. Everyone is staring at Su Chen. They don't know what happened?The next moment.

Suddenly, Su Chen releases the hand holding Zhang Xingxiao's long sword!

Under the attention of all the people, Su Chen's hand was deeply submerged by Zhang Xingxiao's long sword, and the scar was clear and bloody.

Then, Su Chen turns around, grabs Mo Qingwu's broken wrist with his bloody hand and holds it tightly.

After a few breaths, he raised his bloody hand again, and gently stroked the wounds on Mo's shoulders, arms and neck. His movements were gentle and graceful.

The whole process, three or five breaths.

And wait for him to finish the process.

Miracles!!!

Suddenly.

Only to see, Mo Qingwu's broken wrist unexpectedly Unexpectedly It was intact. The scars on the neck, arms and shoulders also disappeared directly.

Damn it.

Su Chen's own hand, cut by Zhang Xingxiao's long sword, is also intact.

Let alone the disciples of Lei mingzong, namely Chen Qingbei, Mu mane, Zhang Daokun and so on, are completely stupid.

Is this a hallucination?

Thousands of Lei Ming disciples knead their eyes subconsciously.

In the dead silence of the nether world, Su Chen holds Mo Qianwu's small hand, and a stream of dark air directly enters Mo Qianwu's body.

Su Chen's Xuanqi quality is very high. When he enters Mo Qianwu's body, he easily shakes the power of the pills Chen Qianbei took for Mo Qianwu into nothingness.

"Dance, I am everything!" Su Chen's voice is soft. His eyes are full of tenderness, love and yearning.

Then, his voice suddenly became cold: "dance, keep fighting!"!!! Since it's Duel! Then have a good duel! Who dares to interfere with me and who I want to die! "

The voice falls, Su Chen's body shape flashes and disappears directly, but it appears under the douwu platform and falls beside Chen Qingbei, Mu mane, Zhang Daokun, he Qingyuan, etc.

He stood there, quiet, only the corners of his mouth pulled a touch of cold pondering arc.

Until this moment, on the stage, Mo tilts to dance to just dream general wake up.

Su Su Su Chen is still alive?

Still alive?!

Not only that, her injury is all right. Even Xuanqi's running speed is back. She is at her peak.

Here she is Isn't this really a dream?

[continue to be brilliant tomorrow, ask for recommendation tickets]