The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

A large wall of rock in the cave was smashed.

The owl fell to the ground and looked at Xi Yue's direction. His eyes were full of horror, shock and unwillingness.

"Wow -" spits out a mouthful of blood, and the owl can no longer support to pass out.

Rao is Chang Ling and Yan Shang. They don't want to kill Xi Yue.

But I also think it's not a problem to stop Xi Yue from approaching with their joint efforts.

However, what happened in front of them completely broke their fantasy.

It's just one shot, just a simple one.

Xi Yue killed the most powerful Nightowl among them, and didn't even spend time to count the rest.

The owl doesn't even have the strength to fight back.

Seeing Xi Yue come here with Li water sword, Sen Leng's eyes look at Yan Shang, "get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Yan Shang, the demon cultivator, has always been arrogant and arrogant. He even counseled under the girl's cold Phoenix eyes.

He shrunk his neck and hesitated to return. Xi Yue raised his foot and kicked him several meters away.

Yan Shang bumps into the rock, grins his teeth in pain, and can't get up for half a day.

Chang Ling tried hard to stop Xi Yue, but Xi Yue waved his hand and gently sent it to one side. The movement is gentle, and a border is set for her to prevent her from being touched by the sword light.

When Yan Shang saw this, he was so angry to spit blood. Why Xi Yue was so gentle to Chang Ling, but so rude to himself. I didn't offend her, and I'm ready to leave.

At this point, Xi Yue and Wei Zixi, no more obstacles.

And the water spirit bead in Wei Zixi's hand can't resist the erosion of the destructive force more and more, and the light of ice blue is fading slowly.

Xi Yue's eyes were shining, and the power of his body was surging rapidly. The Lishui sword in his hand sent out a red energy line to Wei Zixi's hand.

Shua!!

Blood splashed everywhere, and a deep bone wound was opened at Wei Zixi's wrist.

The origin of the green wood touches his blood and spiritual power as if fire and water met.

Water is sizzled by fire, but fire is slowly watered out.

Xi Yue never thought that Wei Zixi didn't dodge his sword.

Hot blood splashed a few drops on her face, just like hot oil.

Holding a sword in her hand, she firmly held it in Wei Zixi's heart and said coldly, "give me the water drops!"

Wei Zixi's lips set off a charming smile.

No matter the wound on his hand or the sword against his heart, he seemed to feel nothing.

The peach blossom eye of the wave light is like a deep ocean, and it seems to condense the feelings.

He looked at Xi Yue and said slowly, "Xi Yue, you don't even care about your life for Ji Mingyu. But I don't want you to lose your freedom, become a puppet, and finally die for this stupid mortal

"For me, there is only one elder sister in the world who gave me a little warmth when I fell into the cold abyss."

Xi Yue shook his sword.

She knew that what Wei Zixi said was true.

She even knew that it was not her or Ji Mingyu who made the sudden reversal of the emperor's great array of havoc in the ceremony of praying for souls that day, but the man in front of her, who could not bear to see her die after all, so she gave up the original plan.

Xi Yue has no love for Wei Zixi, and even hates all the harm he did to Ji Mingyu.

But I don't know if it's different.

The boy in red, cold and quiet, has been following her to protect her.