The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

That is the internal organs have been damaged.

However, none of them retired, and even did not reveal a trace of panic and fear.

Because, the young man who presided over the big squad, the young man who was sitting in a wheelchair and had no force in the chicken, had not fallen.

Because, the white fluttering, the long sword fluttering, the body is weak, but the girl who can unconditionally trust and trust, she has not stepped back.

Huang Fu's face is getting more and more ugly, and the gums are almost crushed by him.

He looked at the girl in the big squad who was entangled with her, and she couldn’t believe it. She didn’t show her defeat.

It is undoubted that a monk of the Mahayana period and a god-level monk who has already soared are weak and weak.

However, this fact has been broken today.

The sly sword is getting faster and faster, and the pace at the foot is like a phantom.

The shackles of the Emperor Wings can only be parried. If they are slightly distracted, they will be cut by the Shui Shui Sword and the blood will flow out.

But in fact, compared to the anger of Huang Fuyi, only the instinct of the battle instinct is not flustered.

Because the Mahayana period is a Mahayana period after all, the gods are the gods after all, even if the swordsmanship is more sophisticated, there are more means, and finally return to the competition of spiritual power and soul.

At this point, the gap between the two realms is absolutely inevitable.

Sure enough, after another scent, the scorpion of the Emperor’s wing smashed his hand and cut the shoulder.

The blood was arrogant, and the blade was cut into the bones. A low sigh was emanating from the mouth, and her little face became pale because of the intense pain, and the cold sweat fell.

Outside the big array, Huang Yiyi, who was attacking in anger, saw this scene suddenly laughing: "Hey, do you really think that you can defeat the gods at two levels? Just the scenery, but your dying struggle!"

Suddenly, the laughter of the Emperor's wing stopped short, and the smugness on his face became a mistake.

Because he found that he was seriously injured, and the face of the girl who was supposed to be in a state of flusteredness slowly showed a cold smile.

The smile is very beautiful and very holy, like the snow lotus blooming in the glacier of the north, and with a sense of loneliness, let the emperor wing once again think of the experience of grievances in the ancient realm of Yuankong.

Later, he heard the girl's slightly hoarse voice screaming slowly. "Although it is just a slap, but he is related to your body after all, you guess, if your scorpion is poisonous, you Will the ontology be implicated?"

"Huangfu wing, you don't know, I have been waiting for this moment, waiting for really hard work!"

Huang Fu’s face suddenly changed, and his eyes flicked a panic, but he quickly calmed down and sneered: “Just kidding, I am a god, and you are just a lower monk in the district, even if you use poison, what can it do for me? Hurt?"

"Ordinary poison can of course not!" He looked up, his face covered with sweat was more and more stunned, and his voice became more and more clear. "If it is extracted from the sacred ice, it will be poisonous to the cold." ?"

"You...you, you, what are you talking about?!" Huangfu’s wing screamed and then screamed screamingly. "Impossible, this is impossible. How can you extract the icy hell, you...you It’s impossible to drop the **** into my body..."

Suddenly, the voice of Huangfu’s wings stopped again.