Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Zhou Qi also rushed to the monsoon smoke of the initiator.

unfortunately……

Everything is late.

Yang Lan's figure is like a ghost, and others can't see it at all. The only thing that can be seen is the illusion that flashes through the air.

All the arrows were thrown at the moment of shooting, and none of them could be close to the monsoon.

Blood splattered at this moment, and a scream of screams rang in the ears of people. Lei Su’s eyes watched, and the soldiers he brought were killed by the smudges, and there was no room for a handful.

The thick **** smell filled the breath of Ressu, like the sickle's sickle caught the neck of Ressu, so that he could not breathe.

"Zhou Qi! Zhou Qi fast!"

At this moment, Lei Xu can only pin all his hopes on Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi’s strength can be said to be top in the quarter, and only he can recover it.

Zhou Qi's cold sweat continued to fall, and he rushed to the monsoon smoke standing still.

"Miss!" Linghe stunned and the sword was about to rush.

Of course...

The epee in Zhou Qi’s hands has been lifted high, and he has fallen from the head of the monsoon smoke!

However, the monsoon smoke still stood still, and Zhou Qi’s eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and the coming joy was revealed from his mouth a little.

but……

when!

Zhou Qi’s heavy epee did not lie on the head of the monsoon smoke, but was pinched by two slender and slender fingers at the top half of the monsoon.

Zhou Qimu stunned and looked at the two-finger, and it was easy to pick up his full-fledged monsoon smoke. No matter how hard he tried, the epee was still stuck there.

The monsoon smoke raised his head slightly, and the smiling scorpion confronted Zhou Qi’s eyes with horror.

"People, how do you fight with the fairy?" The monsoon's lips and lips are slightly raised, and the words that make Zhou Qi's body cold are spit out.

The monsoon smoke clip focuses on the sword's **** and a small bomb...

An invisible force suddenly spread from one end of the epee. The hard and incomparable epee trembled at this moment, and the tremor was transmitted to Zhou Qi, who was holding the sword, at a very fast speed.

Zhou Qi was almost subconscious and quickly released the hand holding the sword.

At the moment when he let go, the trembling tremble, the slamming cracks open, the epee that makes Zhou Qi proud, just in front of his eyes, turned into countless iron filings, 哗It’s scattered at the feet of the monsoon smoke.

"As for your waste, you also have to fight with Ling Brother?" The monsoon smoked his head slightly, his eyes slightly picked up.

Even though she has not been able to survive the thunder, but the soul of her previous life has already been on the semi-sacred position, even if she is now broken inside the Dan, but to deal with these bodies, the body does not need to waste much effort.

It’s only between her thoughts.

When the voice of the monsoon smoked, her right hand underestimated the wave, and the wide cuffs raised a breeze. The wind raised the iron filings of the ground epee and blew it to the stunned Zhou Qi.

Just like the breeze, Zhou Qi’s body did not feel any abnormality, but a strong **** smell came from his breath.

He subconsciously bowed his head, his eyes touched, but let his blood flow in the end!

Zhou Qi was shot all over the body by the iron filings, and the blood dribbled along his armor and dyed the earth under his feet.