The Villain Has Blackened Again

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When the two of them had enough trouble, Nanxun pinched his face and measured the thickness of the face. He said: "The shameless old snake will do this in broad daylight."

The blood sighed and laughed. "I think it will be separated for a while, so I feel that it is not enough to have a fever."

He smiled lightly. When he saw it in Nanxun, he had a trace of what was in his eyes. His eyes were dark and difficult to distinguish.

"A Ming, after you are suspended, I will take your body to Qingzhufeng. When I am buried in the face of others, your **** will come back." Weidun, she made it again, "The **** is outside." Free for a day or two, right?"

"No problem. Hey, you said it many times." Blood is helpless.

"I am too embarrassed? For those who don't care, I am too lazy to say a word, this is you." Nan Hao snorted.

"How come, I like to hear you the most." Blood held her and looked at her deeply.

"To A Ming, why do you have to die under the sword of Kun Yun Mo Xuan Zang?" asked Nan Zhen.

"Because he is the best, I can't lose my little master's face even if I die." Bloody eyes filled with laughter and hooked her face.

Then the little master heard a few words in the face of Nan Xiao.

This color embryo!

When the two of them were happy in the past few days, he was so eager to call her, and the little master called a low hoarse voice, and her ears were numb, and the whole body followed and trembled.

At that time, when he loved the most fierce, he cried and cried.

Ah, my god, why do you think of this kind of thing!

Nanxun felt that his thoughts were clear and pure. How could it be so suddenly after this incident... It was so unfair, and there were some yellow pictures in his mind.

Blame this bastard! Blame him!

Nan Yan slammed, opened his placket, exposed some skin, bite in the neck of his neck, bite awkward, anyway, this goods are thick and thick.

Sure enough, the **** brow did not wrinkle, but smiled at her. "Do you have a bite?"

Nanxun closed his mouth and closed his mouth. Some wondered: "A Ming, how do I suddenly feel that your taste is lighter?"

Bloody eyes flashed, curiously asked: "What smell?"

Nanxun yelled at him. "Your body, hahaha..."

Blood and helpless shook his head.

What Nanxuan suddenly remembered, immediately plunged his hand into his clothes, touched it for a while on his chest, and touched the back for a while, "Hey? The imprint of my love?"

Blood sneered, "Your cat paw print? I want to keep it, but if you accidentally cut a robes than the test room, you will be seen by outsiders... I don't think it doesn't matter, I am afraid of being shy."

He licked the head of Minnan, "Small Master, wait for me to change my identity in the future, you will catch it, grab it, grab the full cat paw print, I like it."

"Do not call this name, color embryo!" Nan Yan him.

Blood laughs, "Do you not like me to call you Master? Who was worried about the last time I heard it? I will call you all night long, so that you can listen enough."

Nan Yan: "Old **** snake!"

"Oh, be careful, I will become a **** snake in the future."

Nanxun rolled his eyes. "You are already."

Blood laughed and said nothing, suddenly lifted her up, arms around her hips, holding her like a child.

Nan Xiao laughed. "When are you a child?"

"Well, you are my sweetheart."

Nanxun’s heart has changed.

The two men spent three days in the vicinity and waited until the last day to return to the test venue.

In the final round, a total of eight people were held, two or two pairs.

The confrontation of the Jindan period monks was fantastic, and the number of people watching the game was several times more than the first day.

"Good! Good!" everyone shouted excitedly.

After six games, the two winners were the blood and the Kun Yundi disciple.

Blood and carelessly swept the Mo Xuanzhen glance, and then looked down to the stage, his eyes fell on Nanxun accurately.

Nan Yan sneaked into a gesture toward him. Modern people know that it is called the heart. The ancients probably thought that she was playing a secret number.

The man may have understood her meaning, and his mouth rose slightly.

Cute little girl.

After the judges began to judge, the two men on the field pulled the sword in an instant, almost simultaneously attacking.

"God, move fast!"

"Li brother, you Kun Yun, this Mo Xuanzhen is really powerful."

"Mu Shixiong went out to practice and did not return for five years. I thought that this meeting would not come back. I didn't expect him to come back the day before the conference. What happened to Mo Shixiong in the past five years? It has changed a lot, and his sword has changed."

At this time, the little eight in the space suddenly snarled.

I remembered!

He said that this person has no impression. The original world Mo Xuanzhen died as early as Lu Shihan. When he went out to practice, he encountered a powerful demon repair, and he was taken out by the gods to take the ghosts. died!

How can someone who is already dead be here?

This person is not Mo Xuanzhen at all!

It is not to be blamed for Kun Yun’s failure to find the soul lamp of the monks above the Yuan Ying period, because even if they die, they have the ability to keep the gods, and the soul is not extinguished.

However, the monks below Jindan and Jindan are different. They are usually dead, so except for a few disciples who are favored by the head or elders, such as Lu Shihan, other Jindan and Jindan period. The monk only has a life card and no soul light.

If the life card is broken, it will disappear.

Mo Xuanzhen was drawn by the gods of life, the body was not destroyed, and he was encroached by the millennial devil who was cultivated by the demon. The life card was naturally broken.

Xiao Ba stared at the "Mo Xuan Zang" who was playing with the blood and fierce, and his brow was wrinkled.

Is this happening, or is it...

The two players in the field have been fighting for a full hour, and that "Mo Xuanzhen" is obviously impatient, and his body shape moves faster, like a ghost.

The blood was getting more and more difficult, and the people under the stage squeezed a sweat.

Nanxun’s heart suddenly smashed.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the blood was in the air, or if she really couldn't beat this person.

The **** eyes of the retrogression suddenly became sharp and fell on the "Mo Xuanzhen". "You are not-"

"Mo Xuanzhen" heard this, and his momentum changed. With a wave of his arms, the sword in his hand suddenly split a few, and Qi Qi smashed at him. At the same time, he also shot countless hair thick and soft in his body. The needle, hidden under the blade, is almost in line with the sword.

The soft needle was very thin and almost transparent, and it was that the Kun Yun elders who watched the battle did not find it. The strange thing is that even if this person makes insidious killings, he does not reveal murderousness on his body, so it is even more difficult to detect.

Nanxun is now a distracted period of power, this little action naturally did not pass her, her look changed, subconsciously want to go out to block, but between the electric fire, she thought of the **** arrangements, hesitated then .

"Not good!" The elders also found abnormalities and shouted.

He immediately waved a sword toward the stage, but unfortunately the sword was too late, and the swordsmanship only blocked half of the offensive.

The other side's sword was blocked by blood, but the transparent fine needle was brushed into his body.

Everyone only heard a bang.

The sturdy Qingshan Tengxue was bursting in an instant, and the whole body burst!

The flesh and blood splashed again and splashed. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be stained with blood.