The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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At the moment when the eight-claw tentacles fell, the body of the small stone was hit by the oriental Xuan strike and flew toward the front, and finally fell to the ground.

Dong Xuan looked at the eight-claw tentacles that had already swallowed, and his mouth snorted, and then he stepped on the steps and walked toward the small stone step by step. The corner of his mouth was sneering with the arrogance of the winner.

The small stone was so badly injured that he struggled to stand up.

The Oriental Xuanju looked down at him, and his mouth sneered and sneered: "Whether you are an ink ancestor, this time you must die!"

The small stone gasped and looked at him coldly.

The oriental Xuan hand condenses a sword.

The ice sword is in the sunshine with a cold cold.

As the small stone climbed up, the chilly sword screamed quietly.

Just heard a bang!

The right arm of the small stone was cut off directly!

Fortunately, the small stone hides fast, otherwise it is his head that has been cut off.

Su Luo was so anxious that her tears were falling out, but now she can't move on the ground, let alone go to help.

The long arm was cut off and a clear sound was heard when it fell to the ground, but the small stone did not wrinkle even the brow. It seems that this arm has nothing to do with him.

The oriental Xuan Yi was awkward and more mad.

I saw him licking his lips and his eyes were full of mocking smiles: "I didn't expect you to be like this! Then, next year is your death!"

Oriental Xuan is a long sword waving past.

The small stone brows wrinkled tightly, and the weak body was forced to lean back, but even if he tried his best, he could not resist the oriental mystery in the heyday, a white mang flashed, and the chest of the small stone was drawn by a cold sword. Long wounds, blood rushing out of the wound, instantly smeared the chest of the chest.

Even so, the small stone did not wrinkle even the brow, as if this deep and long wound did not appear on his body.

The oriental Xuan looked at such a hard and small stone, and the killing in the shackles became more and more hot.

Because he knows that if a person is jealous of others, it is still remarkable, but if you are jealous of yourself, then it is called a real embarrassment. Such a person is a terrible existence, and the revenge is even stronger. If you do not destroy the other side, Then, waiting for him is endlessly retaliated.

Therefore, Dongfang Xuan made up his mind, no matter what, he must destroy the person in front of him, because he gave the oriental Xuan deep sense of jealousy.

The left hand of the Oriental Xuan spread suddenly appeared a cold sword.

One left and one right cold sword, the power has increased exponentially.

The cold swords of the Oriental Xuan’s hands fluttered, and the recruits were all deadly and lethal. They attacked the small stones without mercy.

The small stone left to avoid the right, panting, everywhere dangerous, almost several times almost killed in the East Xuan, but he was avoided by his danger, but his body is always inevitable Sword marks.

It is precisely because such a small stone can escape again and again, so the heart of the oriental mysterious fire, the move is more powerful!

Suddenly, the bottom of the small stone was awkward, and accidentally fell to the ground, and it was very embarrassing.

At this time, his escape route from front to back and left was all sealed by the Oriental Xuan, which seemed to be a dead end.

"Now see where you are going!" Dong Xuan knows that the current ink ancestor is also difficult to fly.