The blood was soaked, and when he saw Xiao Hei rushing over, his face was still frozen. This kind of living gameplay is completely about seeing who is stronger, and for a while, the bloody can't think of a good way to deal with it, and he can only stand up after playing a coin with Xiao Bu's worrying coin.

In this way, the battle situation was sticky for a while, and every time Xiao Hei's ticket was bloody, Xiao Hei would get a slap or a foot that Xiao Hei was not worried about. At this time, the two sides exchanged ten tricks with each other.

Xiao Lai was kicked by the bloody ticket again, and he was no longer lazy and couldn't stand up. As much as he still wanted to struggle, he wasn't worried about holding him down. He said to him, "Brother, you have done enough, you can leave it to me, so that I will not kill you in front of me." ”

So Xiao didn't worry about throwing the long knife, turned to look at the bloody in the distance, and the expression on his face walked towards him step by step.

Standing here bloody, his face still frozen, there were so many tricks brought back by Reiki Six. Even if he uses the Nine Spiritual Qi to support him, he is generally a bit unreliable. He looked good on the surface, but in reality, he had a lot of injuries inside. But when faced with his own frustration, he froze, smiled and said, "What? In the end, he couldn't help but send himself to death?"

Shaw is not worried about going to the bleeding place step by step. His love for killing him has come to naught. There is no way for the two sides to fight on this issue. Only one person can stand on the stage and leave.

Xiao wasn't worried about the sparkle in his eyes. He confronted the bloodstain until he rushed through. Obviously, he didn't intend to slow down the blood. He had to take the initiative.

The bloody Xiao didn't have Xiao Hei's help, Xiao didn't worry about such good courage, or snorted coldly, and the inner spiritual power would turn, and Xiao was not worried.

For a while, two people's feet were photographically intertwined, as if they had thousands of legs, and Banga banged in the middle of the field. Even if Xiao, who was still returning to the country for the sixth time, was not worried, he would be better than bloody, and his general body would be shocked by the bloody soul, but he insisted on gritting his teeth and pleading with bloody confession.

Don't worry that Xiao Mingming has a bloodline to take a step towards perfection, the cunning and wonderful bloodline flow is not a picture, even if there is no bloodline body, Xiao Mingming will have a soul Xiao Mingming is worried about more emotions, and Xiao Mingming is not worried about insisting on keeping one. His fame is not technical, Xiao Xiao didn't have to worry about the cost of taking pictures, suddenly got angry and drank a glass louder.

"I'll teach you the steps to tap the bloodstains, do you think you can compare to me?" and cursed aside, stepping out of the bloodline, stepping out of the power, the bigger, the faster.

Xiao didn't worry that his eyes were looking at the bloodstains, they all watched his blood beat quickly. But in terms of strength, there is nothing better than Bloodstain 1.

The short time made up for the love, and the two sides had already exchanged more than a hundred tricks, and Xiao was not worried that although it was bloodily suppressed, it was rare to be able to pass the test with six counterattacks. But six backs are six backs, no matter how Xiao doesn't worry about grinding his teeth and perseverance, no matter how much energy he spends on using Teng Hua's martial arts, he can't make up for the gap.

That is to say, after a hundred strokes, George Bernard Shaw does not have to worry about Kwon getting less and less, or slowing down. Seeing that Xiao Xuelin was not worried, and would not have a pitiful smile on his lips, Xiao Xuelin was worried that due to the convergence of power, there was no gap provided. In a play, Xiao was not worried about the big mouth, Xiao was not worried that it was a mouthful of blood that spurted out, and a few feet of blood slid on the ground, and suddenly appeared on the ground.

The people around Xiao were not worried that they would end up on the ground and not be able to support him. Many show colors of mourning. Some of them looked even bigger, as if they wanted to wash themselves on stage to save Xiao. Don't worry, but looking at the blood in the rainbow, their courage cannot be improved.

Seeing that Shaw was not worried about hurting them and gasped for air, she was excited. She walked slowly up to Shaw, not worried about pulling his hair out or lifting him out. She smiled coldly, not worried. "Shaw isn't worried about Shaw, and Shaw isn't worried. In the end, you still can't get out of my control, huh?

Xiao Wuyou's clothes were torn, revealing the two pieces of iron he had hidden in his arms.

Bloody holding his hand and reading it repeatedly, he couldn't see what special the material of the iron sheet was, and he wanted to look down on those words, let those words, make the brain swollen, and there was a faint pain, so that the bloody immediately became an urgent need to vent his anger. Such a grumpy mood.

His hand was holding the tin sheet, slapping Shaw's calm abdomen. Banga said, "I'm going to die for the rotten thing you carried." Then, not worried, like a broken kite, Shaw flipped the ticket to the edge of the podium and lay motionless on the ground.

When Xiao Yin saw such a long whistle, he wanted to climb on Xiao Yin, don't worry, but the broken intestine made him unable to walk.

Those who witnessed that George Bernard Shaw did not worry about creating miracles, often saw that George Bernard Shaw was not worried about being hit by a bloody slap in the face of Dantian, but lay on the ground motionless. They all thought that Xiao was not worried about his death, and their eyes inevitably showed a sad expression.

Far away from her, Chen Lin cried when she saw this sentence: "Worried!" At the same time, she kept pushing the crowd to wash the podium.

The bloodied saw lay motionless on the ground. Don't worry, don't return your hand, walk slowly. Where is that wall that makes him feel that going to be rough and violent is generally gone, and then he lives by his side a little regretful, Xiao said: "Don't worry about the frolicking on your body, not only wasted your cultivation, tortured you, never gave your hand to you so well, but unfortunately. ”

Then he looked at Xiao Hei, and there was a dim meaning in his eyes: "I don't know how long I have to maintain my consciousness, but the head of the demonic beast." "When the blood poured out of the Empress Xiao, he was not afraid, and inserted the method of mind fusion for his use, so that he was, of course, still in a state of confusion for a long time, although he had absorbed the soul.

Blackie howled in despair and closed his eyes. He didn't cry for himself, but for Xiao Hei. He didn't want to live alone because his master died.

Just as the blood rain was about to fall on Xiao Hei, there was a trembling voice behind her. The familiar voice hinted at a coldness towards him.

"Do you dare?"

Looking back at the edge of the podium, he pointed out in disbelief that Mr. Xiao, who came down from the podium, was not worried, and he said, "How can you still be alive?"

Don't worry Xiao looks with blood, looks at his abdomen, and then the eyes feel. There was a fear in his underworld that the first general whirlwind of weakened power had disappeared and was replaced by a pale blue ball, which was a sphere, but as soon as you looked down, you would see that it was not a sphere. But it turned out that George Bernard Shaw was not worried about the changing form of the cyclone, equal to whether it was a sphere or a rotating sphere, but it was very fast and looked like it was moving in an object. The light blue light emanated from two pieces of iron at the core of the sphere.

If Xiao wasn't worried about the size of the spirit whirlwind, the pale blue ball was much smaller, like his thumb. But Xiao wasn't worried about being able to clearly feel the spirit orb from the light blue orb that was several times stronger than the white whirlwind.