Evil Dragon Against The Heaven

Chapter 1200 Argumentation of the States (9)

The girl is afraid of pain, and is even more afraid of blood... Even if she is a slain sorcerer who is unknown to the Russian state, it is only a girl who is twenty years old and uprooted, and she cannot avoid the fear hidden in her ability. Hit by evil days, big deal is spike. And he was hit by his attack... blood splashed on the spot, the body was broken, the broken body was flying, the broken arm was broken...

This is a picture that a bold girl can't bear... It's even more impossible to bear such a thing happening to herself. She has seen some videos about Murong Qiu Shui. The cruel pictures he created made her scream and even vomit. She never looked at his information again... but she never thought that she was right.

"Hey, beautiful girl, your face doesn't look too good. Oops, it's really a weak, distressing girl. I think what you need now is not the game, but the warmest care of a man, come, girl. Courageously rushing into my arms, using my body's warmth to melt your inner cold, my gentleness, will be a memory that you will never forget in your life." Murong Qiu Shui said with a smile, no Going slowly to her. What he said, let the players have no sighs, even Ye Tianxie is full of black lines. Murong Qiu Shui will not only slap men, but also sing a woman... Although, it seems that he has not officially been in love yet. This is also a problem that his mother has been having a headache.

With the advent of Murong Qiu Shui, the dance steps of the sky are like seeing the approach of death, subconsciously blocking the staff in front of the body, stepping back in the footsteps: "You...you...you don't come over!!"

Her fear is seen in the eyes of the world.

"Oh, it seems that it is a mistake to let her go up to the game. It may be better to directly admit defeat." Red sighed a sigh. Think of the power and cruelty of this demon-like demon, and the **** picture he created under his attack. Even in middle age, he is scalp numb, not to mention a girl who is less than twenty years old. Even if her comprehensive ability can surpass Murong Qiushui, she will be able to fear him, and the roots cannot calm down and confront him.

"Okay." Murong Qiu Shui stopped his footsteps and his face showed a lost expression: "It seems that you don't seem to want my warmth, um, what you want, maybe end this game as soon as possible, then... ..."

Oh...

Silver light flashed, broken submunition gun - the world of bliss has been held in the palm of Murong Qiu Shui, the two black holes at the same time pointed to the dance steps of the sky. The gentle smile of Murong Qiuqiu’s mouth disappeared completely. Instead, it was a cold and dangerous smile.

"Ah!! No... no!!"

At the moment when the world of bliss appeared, what was brought up was the scream of horror in the dance steps of the sky. Facing the muzzle of the black hole, her pair of pupils contracted violently, and the body retreated in fear, and then retreated. The bullet that is so fearful that it will kill will suddenly fly from the next second, breaking her body...

She didn't even notice that her continuous retreat had already caused her to retreat to the edge of the arena, then slammed into the air and fell directly.

"Oh... the dance steps of the sky are out of the arena, ‘Autumn Yiren’ wins, and the Huaxia Theater wins +1...”

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The "Forbidden Thunder Master" from the Russian War Zone was so defeated that the other side did not even attack at all. Even her clothes were not touched, and she had already dropped the stage. But it is a ridiculous scene...but no one can laugh out on the court or off the court.

The soldiers are not bloody, and even the other party’s body has not touched it, so that a world-class powerhouse will be defeated. In the world, besides this demon-like demon, how many people can do it? Compared with his power, people will not forget his cruelty and terrible. In the original Tianchen City defending city battle, how many people’s bodies were hit by blood holes that sprayed blood, how many people’s bodies were in him. The hands become fragmented, how many people die without a whole body...

He has a beautiful appearance that is almost enchanting... but it is a devil. The Russian banned mine sorcerer was not defeated to him, but lost to his fears... This is not to show the extent to which his horror has reached. In his own reputation, the opponent directly feared to lose, and looking at the history of the country's debates, Murong Qiushui was the first.

Murong Qiuhui put away his own gun, sullenly licked his mouth, throwing a meaningful smile to the girl under the stage and turned away from the arena. Although he has not shot, no one who has seen this game will forget his name. This kind of victory without fighting is harder to forget than the battle.

"It's really a distressing girl." After Murong Qiu Shui, the spit uttered a very swearing words.

"I really want to know what kind of girl will be with you for the rest of my life in the future." Situ was holding his chin in one hand and said something very intriguing. The eyes of other people also turned to the face of Murong Qiu Shui... ...they are also very interested, like a man like Murong Qiushui, what kind of woman his partner will be.

Murong Qiu Shui stretched out his white fingers and dialed the slightly messy hair. He smiled and said: "With my charm, I think this question is not a problem at all. Are you right? My dear little moment."

When speaking, Murong Qiu Shui whirls, his eyes are full of glory, like a layer of crystal water, blooming soft and poor brilliance. The windy moment of the moment made Situ’s stay in a hurry... Immediately, Situ’s moment shook like a needle, and turned around in a panic, no longer dare to talk to Murong Qiu Shui.

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"Oh... the first game of the first World War I will be started in the first game of the world. Please enter the 5th participating players."

"Come to me." The quiet and silent flower prayed and opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the arena. The next game will be her game. The opponent's name is "God's voice" and is the strongest summoner in Russia.

Although the Russian state has no hope of winning, the game will continue, even if it will be defeated, it must be defeated. This is the dignity and pride of their Russian state.

"Come on." Ye Tianxie looked at her eyes and smiled and said two words.

Feeling his gaze, listening to his voice, the moment of the face of the flower dream is already a red glow, the unstoppable picture in the brain appears the scene of the shame that happened yesterday... These pictures are already in Her whole brain was stunned for a morning, and she couldn’t help it. Because of her love, before that, Root could not imagine that he would make such a shameful thing, and make such a bad voice.

Under the gaze of Ye Tianxie, Hua Qing dreams of biting his lips, and the roots dare not look up and look at him, pick up the transfer card, and escape to send himself to the arena.

"I think the second brother's phrase 'refueling' is completely redundant. The little sister who dreams of dreams is the one who doesn't need the most fuel. We think this game is... ten seconds, oh no, no more than five seconds. "Mu Rong Qiu Shui lit his chin and said with a smile."

"No, up to three seconds!" Stuart reached out three fingers.

On the competitive stage, the flower dreams white clothes wins snow, the body is soft and quiet, like a lotus, and the whole body looms and releases a misty dreamy atmosphere. Her face was covered with a thick veil, revealing only a pair of deep, clear eyes. Like Meng Yuyi, she never shows her face before, and no one even knows her real nickname and true identity. But every time she appears, she will be deeply impressed by her temperament. Ye Tianxie’s eyes appreciatively admire the dreams on the stage, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously evokes a touch of evil laughter... Who can think that this girl who is as elegant as a fairy is still with his other girl last night. Accepting the flogging, but also issued a burst of yin wave sound.

The sound of the dream of dreaming is even more fascinating than the song of the little demon... The gaze lingers from the body curve of the flower dream, and Ye Tianxie has begun to conceive the idea of ​​turning this pure and quiet girl into Yin slut's evil plan. Defiled and pure, is the black sèyu hope that most men are buried in the bottom of their hearts.

"Oh...dreaming (name), level: unknown, occupation: the Holy Spirit God - vs - God's voice, level: 85, occupation: Heaven messenger, the game begins!!"

"Come on, my partner!"

The flower dream is the man who is second only to the evil spirit in the soul of the heavens. God’s voice knows that she cannot have any chance of winning against her, so at the beginning of the game, he did not have any hesitation and pause. His strongest summoned beast, in his summoning voice, two tall, hand-held wands, and two people with huge wings behind them... It’s two wings that exist in the legend and are extremely difficult to see. people!

"Go, my partner!"

In the shouts of the voice of God, the two winged people flap their wings, and at the same time rushed to the flowers and dreams.

Flower dreams slightly raised, she did not even summon her own Holy Spirit Staff, just sticking out her fingers, slowly in the void.

Suddenly, as time suddenly stopped, the two winged people flying in midair kept the flight in the air, and there was no movement in the whole body. There is a summoning action that is about to summon the "God's voice" of the two winged people again.

Space blockade!

Under the space blockade of the flower dream, the voice of God and his summoned beast are frozen, and completely lose the ability to act. Such a blockade is irresistible to the player, and it is impossible for someone to break free. After the blockade, the palm of the flower dreams was arbitrarily swayed. The "ping-pong" sound, the blocked space suddenly broke, and under the tearing force brought about by the broken space, the voice of God was far out and flew out. The orientation of the arena falls far away from the field.

"Oh... ‘the voice of God’ fell off the court, ‘seeking a dream’ won, and the Chinese theater won +1...”

In this way, the game was over at the beginning, just because the strongman of the Russian theater was confronted with flowers and dreams.

The palm of the flower dreams is recovered. Throughout the game, her gas field has not appeared in the slightest embarrassment, and the calmness is like a pool of still water.

However, just as she was about to leave the arena, the change suddenly occurred...