My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 1127 2.563 The Girl Joe Goes into the Devil! (Reward plus more)

"Slut, let you harm me in the secret territory."

"Oh!" Without seeing how Qiaomu moved, that foot had been kicked on Dou Fengchi's belly fiercely.

Dou Fengchi was not even able to get close to a corner of her clothes. The person had been smashed out quickly, hitting a stump on the side, and the internal stump was badly injured and spurted out blood.

The crowd was frightened, all looking at the monster's expression and looking at Qiaomu.

Dou Fengchi is an eighth-level master who can't even take a trick in the hands of the Crown Prince? why! It is not that Dou Fengchi is too weak, but that the concubine is too strong!

I didn't expect to see it for a few days, and the princess's practice has soared to such an extent!

Qiao Mu suddenly moved at this time, like a jade carving to kill the Buddha, and shot straight at the two Dou family disciples in front of himself.

There were two clicks, and the two disciples of the Dou family had not even recovered, and their heads had been slightly twisted and hung in the hands of arbor.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Mu Zhilan yelled in horror.

Watching the light turn to himself, ice-ball-shaped eyes locked his arbor, and he couldn't help screaming in shock and terror.

The terrible and cold eyes looked like a killing machine without humanity at all.

Qin Yan had already seen the strangeness of the trees. She was always cold and cold, and her face was paralyzed, but she would never look like a six-kind relative and kill everyone.

Could it be that the practice has gone mad?

Qin Xun was shocked, and the man swept away towards the tree.

Yang Fengshou screamed behind him, "Cousin, what did you do! The cousin's woman is a lunatic."

"How are you doing, Xiaobao, let's slow down ..." Qin Xia just said aloud, and saw the little **** the other side hit her chest with a punch.

This fist clearly has 13 levels of cultivation as the power of Dacheng Realm. With one punch, Qin Xun's robes are swept backwards by a strong air current.

He couldn't fix it and didn't want to fight back, so he could only avoid it.

"Cousin!" Yang Fengxi screamed dying.

Qiaomu's cold eyes flickered towards her.

Yang Fengxian's pair of extremely cold eyes on the tree was like duck paper with a chopped voice, and the screaming stopped.

What a terrible look, is that what humans can have?

Arbor clearly looks like a moving jade carving, or a jade carving full of horror that kills people at any time. After rushing into the crowd, he took the lives of several disciples.

"Everyone get out of here!" The second son Dou Dou shouted in shock, "Girl Qiao should have practiced and gone into the devil! Now it is estimated that she is unconscious and can't recognize us. Don't fight with her. Do n’t move! "

All the disciples heard that they slowed down, stood still, and slowed their breathing subconsciously.

Qiaomu's footsteps moved slightly, and he walked slowly among the scattered disciples.

When he came to a disciple with his eyes widened and still, he was about to walk past.

The disciple suddenly punched in the back of her head, "Go to death."

The pupil of the second son of Dou shrank slightly.

But when Qiao Muhuo turned around, he also punched backwards, and a small hand in vain collided directly with that disciple's fist.

The fist wind slammed up along the disciple's arm, suddenly smashing one of the disciple's arm bones into powder.

(End of this chapter)