"Bang"

The long knife glowed coldly at the moment it was on the snake's whip.

Lan Wenjiu raised her eyebrows, and the snake whip wrapped around the long knife in the next moment, wrapped layer by layer, and the spiritual qi in the whip swirled, wanting to devour the long knife, she laughed wildly, "Lan Wujiang, is that what you can do?" ”

The head of the whip twisted its head with aura, its dark green eyes like venom, and the snake hyacinth hissed.

Lan Wujiang used her elbow hard, pulled the long knife closer to her, and when she saw that the snake's head was about to attack, she raised her knee violently, and kicked Lan Wenjiu's stomach hard, her wrist turned softly, and the long knife cut off a wisp of green silk, and three purple snake scales splashed up.

Not a single drop of the power that could be used for the eighth-order qi cultivation was wasted.

Lanwen wine's eyes are concave and convex, his stomach is turning over the river and the sea, and a mouthful of blood spurts out, sweet and fishy, "Puff." ”

"Thorn" Lan Wujiang took dozens of steps back, pulled out the long knife, and the clouds and water flowed in one go, and the yarn clothes flew and his hair was sassy.

"Vicious!" Lan Wenjiu's eyes widened angrily, looking at his hair that was a short section, and he could stabilize his breath.

Lan Wujiang somersaulted upward, the sound of breaking the wind was against his ears, and the long knife cut the snake's head, and his eyes were cold.

"Vicious?" She slowly hooked her lips, and her willow eyebrows were sharp.

Lan Wenjiu's pupils shrank sharply, his wrist spiritual power flowed, and the palm of his hand carried a whip and struck in the air, and the pure spiritual power of the out-of-body body exploded together with the fire spirit root's exercises.

With a bang, Lan Wujiang's body protection aura was exploded.

Lan Wujiang's heart ached, but the fierce long knife in his hand cut straight down without delay.

The fingertips are red and penetrate the nails.

She's going to get back on it!

"Are you dying?" Lan Wenjiu's body trembled, and he narrowly caught Lan Wujiang's long knife, his fingertips trembling.

Lan Wujiang smiled bloodily, and with a human spirit, a huge light attacked.

Lan Wenjiu gritted his teeth, his hands were unstable, his white neck was cut by Lan Wujiang's long knife, a blood line was spilled into his mouth, the red light of the snake whip was even better, Lan Wenjiu covered his neck, and his face was pale.

"Guess." Her eyes were thin and cold, her hair slipped from the corners of her forehead, and her long knife pointed straight at her, as resolute as Mount Tai.

"Lan Wujiang, if you overdraw your strength with your own dantian, you will definitely die within three moves, Miss Ben advises you to admit defeat quickly and vacate Qinghuanlou for Miss Ben." The wound on Lan Wenjiu's neck was healed by her own spiritual power, the liquid on her hand was viscous, the whip pillar snake's head twisted again, and the cold snake hyacinth licked her palm, and her green eyes narrowed contentedly.

It is a fourth-order machine spirit.

Lan Wujiang's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his smile was infiltrating, "Admit defeat? Miss Six really likes to laugh. ”

"Rampant!" Lan Wenjiu whipped violently and attacked again.

Ten percent of her strength was all accumulated, and the red aura cover was scorching and pressing, starting from the toes, the fierce flames were burning, and the wilderness was fierce.

She kicked her feet on the double flames, her eyes were stained with a touch of ruthlessness, and her eyes were turbulent.

Ten young madmen, the most proud is not a young man.

She is a unique beauty, how can she tolerate dust clinging to the mix?

Lan Wujiang quickly retreated, and the snake whip still brushed Lan Wujiang's cheek.

Hot burns, with the smell of burnt flesh.

She squinted, her heart dantian spiritual power was tightly entangled, Lan Wujiang's brain suddenly ached, her eyes were dim, and her strength fell into the blood vortex in her body.

"Whoever stands in my way, die." Lanwen wine is in hand, and one blow is fatal.

Lan He's heart jumped fiercely and was about to stop it, but Lan Jun'er grabbed Lan He's hand.

Lan Jun'er smiled brightly and said leisurely, "Grandpa, the Lan family doesn't leave waste, this is a family rule that you personally ordered." ”

Lan He pursed his lips, and his slender and broad hand broke Lan Jun'er's fingers, "If Wujiang can survive the three moves of warm wine, after the three moves, no matter whether she wins or loses, she is the descendant of my Lan Mansion, and the concubine line cannot be bullied." Tomorrow I will enter the palace and ask for a decree for Qing'er. ”

Lan Jun'er's eyelids twitched, her teeth were sour, but the smile on her face did not decrease, "Yes, with the eighth order of qi cultivation against the first order of foundation building, if you can have such a talent at the age of fourteen, presumably Aunt Lan must have taught her well when she was alive." Even if she loses Qinghuanlou after three moves, grandpa can find a better place for her to live. ”