Chapter 1395, Xiao Shoujia Royal Sister, the emperor who beat vomited blood!

Poof――

Qin Luo's mouth pursed slightly, his lips parted, and he posed as a non-mainstream girl who usually takes pictures.

Then, the bruise in his mouth spurted out, like a spring of red water.

The emperor's body had just been frustrated, and he didn't have time to react yet—

Bang Bang Bang -

So, on his hair, on his forehead, on his face, on the tip of his nose, on his chest, and on his mouth - this made Qin Luo feel very disgusted. Squirting blood from his mouth onto someone else's lips as if the two of them were kissing indirectly.

Thankfully, it's not French.

Lose your marbles!

The Emperor is crazy!

Growing up, what he was most afraid of was getting dirty. The first time he went to kill someone, it was because he thought that person was dirty. That perverted master of his appreciated his entire killing process from beginning to end and felt that he was a genius who killed people. So, they took him away, and then there was the current emperor.

His clothes are not stained with dust, his feet are not stained with mud, and he has to take countless baths every day. Even if a single hair of a subordinate fell in front of him, he asked them to pick it up immediately and take it away.

He is not just a hygienic fetish, but a sign of a hygienic fetish with obsessive-compulsive symptoms.

Now, that kid was vomiting blood all over his face.

Hateful. It's so hateful.

He was furious.

He was furious.

He tried to reach out and wipe the blood off his face, but he felt it would stain his hands. His upper body is **, and the silk handkerchief in his arms has long been gone.

"Vulcan. Vulcan. The Emperor roared. He wanted the god of fire to send him a silk handkerchief. For the god of fire is his most pious servant, not only to learn his way of acting, to learn his dress, to learn his hairstyle and face, but also to learn from him to carry a few white sè silk handkerchiefs in his clothes and use them to dust off his body at any time.

"Call your mom." If the god of fire had the opportunity to speak, if the god of fire knew how to speak Huaxia, he would definitely answer like this.

He was besieged by two masters, one left and one right, one in front and one behind, his life was in danger, and he was too busy to take care of himself, how could he have time to send you a silk handkerchief?

If someone spews at someone, will you die? So what to do with excitement?

Because he did not receive an answer, the emperor was even more angry.

"Damn it. You all deserve to die. His blue eyes were full of red sè bloodshots, his red hair stood up at the roots, and the red sè spots on his face were like countless red sè pockmarks, his expression was twisted together, and the calm and elegant image no longer existed.

Roar -

He roared, clenched his fists again, and then ran up with a clatter, charging at Qin Luo again.

Never die!

Yes. Originally, the emperor just wanted to kill Fu Fengxue, the Dragon King and others. However, he had already made up his mind in his heart, if his strength was not good, then he said that he wanted to poop, and next time we would fight again - we must not sacrifice here in vain.

Now, however, the situation is different.

He is clearly already at a disadvantage, or rather, his current situation is very critical.

According to his previous thoughts, now was the time to take the opportunity to urinate.

However, he did not run.

He's going to keep fighting.

Fight.

Die. Or the opponent dies.

Xiao Shoujia royal sister, the emperor who beat him vomited blood.

In the second battle, the strategy formulated by the military division was 'I defend, you attack'.

reversed the order with the previous round's 'I attack you to defend', but it just happened to let the emperor fall into the Gu.

It was as if she had calculated in advance that the emperor would switch the target of the attack and began to find Qin Luo. It's no wonder that the priest has such a solemn expression when he knows that his opponent is a jīng arithmetic, they do have something unique about them.

For the first punch, the military advisor was responsible for the attack, and her right hand and entire arm were abolished.

For the second punch, the military division is responsible for the defense. She was helping herself defend and Qin Luo to defend, so she lost an arm again-

It was precisely because of her dedication to the god of fighting for her life and not fearing death that Qin Luo got a precious opportunity to use the silver needle to cross the energy into the emperor's body and guide the flow of qi in his body, causing his qi and blood to be disordered, and he was almost killed by a punch from the military advisor.

Now, in the third round, the emperor has attacked again.

What's worse is that he once again aimed at Qin Luo-

Or rather, it's lucky.

Because, the two arms of the military advisor were completely destroyed, and it was simply difficult to withstand the counterattack under the emperor's rage. It is better for the emperor to find Qin Luo than to find a military advisor - now, Qin Luo, the little man, has become the main force in the battle. It is also the only chance to defeat the emperor.

The Emperor was fast, his head sticking forward, and he sprinted like a burning torch.

Whew――

He came near.

Boom -

His two fists came out together, one punch smashed into Qin Luo's head, and the other punch was used as a backup to follow up and support at any time.

This time, the emperor learned to be cunning. It has also become cautious.

He was worried that he would punch the air again like last time, but give others a chance to take advantage of it.

He charged both punches at the same time, the first punch hit the target, and the second punch continued to attack for secondary damage.

If the first punch fails, the second can continue to block his retreat.

The strong wind howled, and Qin Luo's hair was pulled back, and the muscles on his face twitched and twisted.

For Qin Luo, this is the most dangerous challenger.

For no other reason, because his opponent was the emperor.

"Let's fight." The military advisor shouted.

She also ran quickly, and suddenly rose into the air when she was still two or three meters away from Qin Luo.

His body rotated, and his feet also rotated and wrenched towards Qin Luo's back.

Strangling!

She used all the strength of her body, with the only attack weapon she had, to fight the emperor desperately.

It was her strongest blow and her last.

Qin Luo turned around suddenly, staggered the military advisor's long-legged attack, and then hugged her waist, which was still flying rapidly in the air.

Maybe it's soft, or maybe it's slippery, but Qin Luo didn't take these into account at all.

Boom -

The Emperor threw a punch at him.

His target is Qin Luo's mouth, he wants to smash Qin Luo's head and beat his mouth into his head-

Qin Luo's whole body, what he hated the most was this mouth.

Qin Luo dodged, dodging and dodging with the military advisor at the same time.

The emperor's first punch missed, but this did not mean that Qin Luo was safe.

Whoosh -

The second punch, which the emperor had been planning for a long time, suddenly struck silently.

Thrilling. Uncanny. Stimulate.

The emperor punched at the same time, and he was able to use two different styles of punching.

The first punch was strong and powerful, wide open and closed, the wind was whistling, and the strength was torn, as if it had the ability to destroy the world.

The second punch is gentle and soft, waving his sleeves without even bringing a breath of fresh air. Haunted, like a lonely soul wandering around in legend.

Qin Luo almost suffered a dark loss. Fortunately, that magical feeling reappeared, and he turned around with the military advisor in his arms again, once again avoiding the emperor's second blow.

Then, he threw the military advisor out of the way.

The strategist's legs were pressed again, one toe in front and one in the back, twisting towards the emperor's neck.

Emperor Jīng was so excited that he shouted, "Go to God." ”

He slammed his fists into the Strategist's feet, trying to smash both of her feet as he had done before.

Boom -

The strategist's feet collided with the emperor's fists, and before she could complete the rotation of the strangulation, her body was knocked out.

Yes. One with a fist and one with a foot. One feet on the ground, one in the air can not borrow strength. Such a fiasco, it seems, is inevitable.

However, at this time, Qin Luo moved.

Yes. He had been waiting for this opportunity.

After he threw the advisor straight out, he ran after him.

The military advisor flew in a straight line, and he zigzagged forward.

When the military advisor was blown away by the emperor's two punches, he suddenly clenched a fist and slammed it into the emperor's ribs.

Before the fist could be brought forward, it was only injured by the fist wind, and the emperor felt a cone-like pain in his ribs.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Qin Luo's fist slammed into his bones.

Click――

The emperor's ribs were broken, and his body flew sideways and fell backwards.

Ding――

At the same time, a small voice came.

Because the movement of the emperor when he flew upside down was so loud that this voice was almost undetectable.

But Qin Luo could see clearly that it was the sound of a silver needle breaking on the stone.

This silver needle has been left by Qin Luo in the 'lock air pocket' under the emperor's ribs.