Martial King’s Retired Life

Vol 2 Chapter 33: I am loyal, the dragon is in the sky

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-Strings of blood beads flew away from Fu Xiang's neck, as if-Cong raindrops fell on the ground, and like countless grapes fell from the sky, the plump dark red **** crackled and broke. Scarlet on the ground.

Fuxiang thought of many people at this moment, and even considered the possibility of rebellion under his own hands, and the possibility of violent outbreaks was also considered, but he did not expect that the person who came would be her!

Shen Yiren, who was supposed to be unable to move due to thorns and tears, poked her finger like a sword. The sharp edge of her sword was better than the ordinary sword. Obviously, the internal force was as usual. Her hair was like a female ghost, and her white, slender fingertips flashed-silky green, flustered, quruoling.

Fuxiang horrified: it is Jianmang! This girl is so young, but she has already practiced Jianmang realm!

Fu Xiang's heart was horrified, and he was not slow at his feet, but still retreated. The sword on the side of his neck is not a trivial matter-carelessness is a death toll. Although this sword is not fatal, the wound is still bleeding like a stream of blood, and there is also a danger of expanding the injury. If such injuries do not stop immediately, the consequences will be endless. The ambush was too late to counterattack, and the subconsciously wanted to point to seal the blood flow.

It's just that his young rival did not give him this opportunity. Shen Yiren's sword finger moves indefinitely, Fu Xiang's neck is the heaviest wound on her body. The position of her sword finger is not the neck, or left or right, or up or down. The stabs are all hands and feet. Sealing points for self-treatment. If Fu Xiang attempts to bleed acupuncture points under the sword of Shen Yiren, he will inevitably have more sword injuries.

He hesitated a little-he just felt that his left chest was wet and his blood was red in his shirt. Near the neck was almost numb, without any consciousness, apparently getting into danger. Going on like this will greatly affect combat effectiveness.

On this flying fish ping, Fu Xiang Ming Ming has the highest martial arts, but it was a balance of a dragon in the sky, but now even Shen Yiren can make him bound hands and feet. How not to worry in his mind. Shen Yiren's cold words came to mind at this time: your plan seems foolproof, but it is less fierce, which means that you dare not go to everything, walk on rivers and lakes, martial arts is so high But you are a timid person, you are really rare.

Fuxiang's heart was full of anger, his throat screamed like a beast, and he turned his arm regardless of the wound on his neck. Wuxi's inner strength continued to flow, and the blood on his neck poured out.

Unexpectedly, there was a smile on Shen Yiren Qiao's beauty. The Jiao body chasing forward stopped at this moment, turning her toes gently, turning her figure and moving a few feet as the palm wind moved backwards. A snowy arm swept away a sword on the table. Then-one step alone, with the powerful palm force of Fuxiang as if-Ye Bianzhou fell into the sea. Just like a spring swallow, he floated towards the ring.

Fuxiang thought in his heart! But Shen Yiren could not return.

As soon as Shen Yiren fell to the platform, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The sharpness of her swordman's finger is already amazing, let alone by the sword. How to stay on the ring guarding the samurai can be her opponent.

In a few strokes she subdued several embargoes, and then-the sword cut open the ropes that bound several court warriors. Today, the samurai who are preparing to hit the dais, except for the 13 wings of the Black Wind, are all warriors who did not drink thorns and tears. It was just that they were **** by the soaked cowhide rope. Shen Yiren Jianmang-arrived, immediately broke free.

Fu Xiangyun pointed like a wind, sealed his acupuncture point, and flew to the ring.

When I saw Shen Yiren's sword everywhere, a tiger and wolf were released. Countless variables have been added to the dispute on Feiyuping.

Yutai. Shang Orange King was punched and kicked by all the senior officials, the sentiments were strong, and the senior officials were vigorous, one-while-bashing. The orange king is like a water scoop floating on the water surface. Press it to float up again, and then press it to float up again. For a moment, his nose and face were swollen, and he shouted, "Long Qing's family, escort! Escort!

What Long Zaitian has been paying attention to is the situation on the side of Shen Yiren. Seeing that Shen Yiren has fallen to Huantai to release the warrior, his duties on this side have come to an end. Shouting towards the King of Orange-Voice: "Come!

He was awkward, and a mule flipped over the heads of the ministers in a volley, and the ape arm was lightly displayed to the Queen Orange. On the hook, the Orange King was immediately rescued from the crowd.

The ministers were not angry, and howled Dao Long to help you as a messy thief, and see if the old man comes to practice with you-practice.

Long chuckled on Tian's face, but made a move that no one could guess. Before turning to the ground, he turned around and threw the Orange King out. Orange King finally got rid of the bitter sea. Thanks, but the whole person didn't have time to say thank you. It was thrown out by the dragon in the sky, and it fell into the ground.

The ministers rejoiced with joy and joy, and praised the deputy Dao Long in command of the public body, which was indeed a model for courtiers. Dragon in Tiantianquan arched with a smile and said he was afraid to take it.

The Orange King was inexplicably indifferent and said to the dragon in heaven: "Dog slaves! What are you doing?"

The dragon screamed loudly in the sky, the ape arm stretched out, grabbed the orange king's back collar, and smashed it onto a chair. The orange king shouted when the chair suddenly fell apart.

"Yeah? What a **** do you call!" Dragon grabbed the front of the Orange King again in the sky, opened his bow with his hands left and right, and slap it in the palm of his hand. "You, the brainless Chengkongjun, my dragon goddess you dare Hit! I told you to fight! I told you to fight! "

The four palms in a series of pops and pops, the pain caused Orange King to almost yell, ‘my mother never hit me like this, and the white cheeks on both sides suddenly swelled two bulges.

After these four slaps, the dragon was suddenly

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