Long Butterfly Dance is really going crazy, she has never encountered such an aggrieved battle, and she has never encountered a person who has been caught so shamelessly, so rationally, and so seriously. Moreover, this guy is still so rude and doesn't know how to pity the jade.

I felt that my pair of proud twin peaks were about to be pinched, and the Dragon Butterfly Dance no longer used my hands, but instead used my feet. It's the same no coquettish hints, and it's the same ruthless attack like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, but the target of this kick is a little ruthless, not the chest, not the abdomen, but going straight to the life-root-son that can turn Zhang He into a nine-thousand-year-old son.

Jang Hyuk fell into a strange state, as if it was not him who was fighting, but an instinct that controlled him to fight. Just as Dragon Butterfly Dance's right foot was about to kick Zhang He's baby and turn him into a nine-thousand-year-old, he suddenly jumped up less than a foot like instinct, once again avoiding Dragon Butterfly Dance's fatal kick.

And at the moment of falling, he parted his legs and clamped the calf of Dragon Butterfly Dance tightly between the lightning and flint.

Zhang He didn't realize that there was anything wrong with him, but Long Butterfly Dance was about to vomit blood, because this guy was still tight even when he started jumping, and he was holding her Mi-Mi to death, and the painful Long Butterfly Dance couldn't help crying.

"Zhang He." Long Butterfly Dance finally didn't dare to attack anymore, but let out an angry scold, "Zhang He, you still don't let go." ”

Jang Hyuk finally woke up from that miraculous state.

Forehead! That's fine, too.

Looking at the ambiguous shape of his hands holding the pair of amazing Mi-Mi of Long Butterfly Dance, and his feet were holding the right leg of Long Die Dance, Zhang He was speechless for a moment.

Is this a Shenma situation? Why doesn't my brother remember that he went to catch Mi-Mi? Jang Hyuk instantly fell into deep thought. But the painful Dragon Butterfly Dance was completely enraged, "Zhang He, let go." Dragon Butterfly Dance roared again.

Forehead!

Zhang He, who woke up suddenly, quickly let go of his hands and feet, Shuangfeng was so painful that he was about to explode, and Long Butterfly Dance didn't have time to worry about Zhang He, so he rushed to the second floor.

Brother, what's wrong? In the hall on the first floor, Zhang He couldn't help but fall into contemplation again, but the Dragon Butterfly Dance in the room on the second floor was completely furious.

Bastards, bastards, beasts, ......and livestock, looking at their red, swollen, and bruised twin peaks, and the painful and angry dragon and butterfly dance, countless curses that she never used were instantly attached to her mind.

Dragon Butterfly Dance is a master who is often very skilled, and naturally has bruising potions at home, and it is also the kind with a particularly ideal effect.

After applying a potion to the red, swollen and purple breasts with a cotton ball, and replacing it with a piece of fabric that was extremely economical, and only took the sexy underwear that only set off the effect, the dragon butterfly dance fell into deep thought in the silent scolding of indignation.

During the battle, Jang Hyuk was in a very strange state, as if it was not him who was fighting. What's going on? Dominated? This is impossible, his master is Mr. Long Ao, who in this world dares to control him, and who can control him?

Then, this is a possibility, in the battle just now, Zhang He entered a legendary state - the ethereal realm!

Suddenly remembering these four words, the dragon butterfly dance was suddenly frightened by the words he imagined.

Ethereal realm! That is a realm that even the ancestors dreamed of.

According to the patriarch's straightforward words, only the peerless demons can be enlightened, or when they are in a desperate situation of life and death, it is possible to stimulate the magical state. In that state, human instinct will be infinitely amplified, and the ability to perceive and judge will be stimulated to the extreme, thus multiplying people's ability to fight or perceive.

But the problem is that the battle just now was not a battle of life and death, and Zhang He was not beaten to a desperate situation. In that case, he either realized something in battle, or his talent was more demonic than the kind of demonic talent that the old ancestor said.

Whatever the case is, it can show that Zhang He's talent is definitely a demon among demons.

The dragon butterfly dance on the second floor was shocked, but Zhang He on the first floor was completely puzzled.

What the hell is this situation? Zhang He, who was puzzled, simply didn't think about this problem, and turned his head to think about the Hao Ru who was about to be pinched by himself in the Dragon Butterfly Dance.

Was it pinched, or was it pinched to enlarge the breasts? Zhang He couldn't help but think.

When the potion was first applied, it was cool and comfortable, but when the potion began to penetrate into the skin, it was a hot pain. Stimulated by the potion, Dragon Butterfly Dance was also awakened by the hot pain that kept coming from her crisp breast.

Bastard! Gritting her teeth, Long Butterfly Dance suddenly picked up an antique long sword from the sword stand in the corner of the wall and strode out of the room.

Forehead! Acting in martial arts movies?

Looking at the dragon butterfly dance that rushed down the stairs with a long sword in hand, Zhang He was speechless for a moment. However, Long Butterfly Dance didn't give him a chance to be curious at all, and as soon as she rushed down the stairs, she suddenly pulled out her cold light long sword, "Zhang He, you bastard." With a coquettish shout that seemed to be frightened and angry, Long Butterfly Dance immediately swung out his long sword.

The sword light was like a match, and it hit Zhang He's neck directly.

Uh, so ruthless! It can't be really caught, right? But it still looks pretty good, right? Squinted his eyes and glanced at Long Butterfly Dance's chest, which was still very strong and bulging, and Zhang He entered that magical state again in the blink of an eye.

It's not that he's fighting, it's a strange feeling of fighting, Zhang He stared at Long Diewu motionlessly, obviously fast, but in his eyes, it was like a long sword replayed in slow motion, until the sharp tip of the sword was only about a foot away from his neck, Zhang He took a step to the right suddenly.

It was reluctant, but it was just right to avoid the hateful sword of the Dragon Butterfly Dance.

Zhang He didn't realize how amazing he was, but the Dragon Butterfly Dance was shocked again. Because Zhang He's evasive action is so unhurried, but just right.

The whole process didn't look like he was avoiding the tip of the sword, but like he was deliberately not stabbing him in the throat, just trying to scare him and stab him through the edge of his neck.

Could it be that he has entered the ethereal realm again? Dragon Butterfly Dance was shocked again, and her shots became more ruthless and ruthless.

The sword light is like a horse, or stabbing or sweeping, or slashing or splitting, and the moves are all aimed at Zhang He's fatal point, and the speed of the sword is faster than a sword.

Long Butterfly Dance finally didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring Zhang He, and took the attack speed to the extreme, a sword was faster than a sword, a sword was more ruthless than a sword, the move was fatal, the sword killed people, and launched a stormy attack.

Look at Zhang He again, left or right, advance or retreat, but every time he just took a simple step, he just avoided the tip of his sword, and the distance of each avoidance was not much different, so that the tip of his sword always passed by about ten centimeters or so away from him.

The Dragon Butterfly Dance had been drenched in sweat, and before he knew it, Zhang He had retreated to the wall.

I'll see you go back there this time!

Looking at Zhang He, who was less than half a step away from the wall, Long Diewu swung his long sword again, and the long sword stabbed straight ahead, going straight to Zhang He's chest without any fancy eyes.

Looking at Zhang He again, although he didn't look back from beginning to end, it was as if he had long eyes behind him and knew that there was a wall behind him. This time, he didn't take half a step back, but stared straight at the long sword that stabbed straight in.

Zhang He finally moved, and when the long sword was less than a foot away from him, Zhang He suddenly stretched out his hands, and his palms suddenly came together, like iron tongs, and clamped the long sword that pierced his chest.

Fast and stable, and infinitely powerful!

The Dragon Butterfly Dance showed no mercy, and the long sword that suddenly stabbed out slowly moved forward about five centimeters in a sudden deceleration, and then it had to move in again. The problem is that not only can't you get an inch, but you can't pull it out.

Long Diewu wanted to abandon the sword and launch a bare-handed attack, but when she remembered that Zhang He was about to burst her breasts without knowing it, she had to suppress this plan.

"Zhang He."

Long Diewu shouted angrily, waking up Zhang He, "Huh? Zhang He seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, looking at the strange battle situation inexplicably.

Is this a situation again?

"Zhang He, how did you do it?" Long Butterfly Dance still asked with a little anger.

Looking at the long sword that was caught by himself, and then at the dragon butterfly dance with a curious and slightly angry face, Zhang He didn't know how to explain, "I really don't know." Zhang He shook his head helplessly.

"And how do you feel?"

"The moment you stabbed me with a sword, I felt it, and then I didn't even know it." Zhang He paused, and said helplessly, "What do you say?" It felt like my mind went blank as soon as I started it, and I didn't even know that you were doing it, and I didn't know that I was doing it. ”

Long Butterfly Dance also wondered, she had never encountered this situation, but as soon as she stopped, the hot pain on her crisp chest came clearly.

Bastard! Long Butterfly Dance, who secretly cursed, said angrily, "You wait for me, I'll ask you." ”

After that, without waiting for Zhang He to return, Long Butterfly Dance ran up to the third floor "poof".