Master Xuan Cicada was in danger, and their situation was not much better. Facing the three people below, they didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

The camouflage uniform is crawling from the sea of corpses and blood, and the shot is agile and fast, no matter whether he can touch the target in the end or not, he will change his position when he hits, leaving no chance for Song Jingfang to catch him.

Song Jingfang, who had never seen blood, was passively beaten, but he was only beaten.

Xuan Cicada's body is different from ordinary people, and the fists and feet of camouflage clothes are obviously helpless.

The more Song Jingfang was beaten, the more sober her brain became, and gradually, she found that she could clearly see the trajectory of the camouflage uniform's punches.

His movements, slow.

"Drink~" Grabbing a gap, Song Jingfang hugged the hand that punched in the camouflage uniform.

Find the fulcrum and the entire ...... Throw the camouflage uniform on the ground like rags.

Yes, she doesn't know much about fighting, but fortunately, she has a lot of strength.

Seeing that the camouflage uniform was restrained by Song Jingfang, An Xiaobraid controlled the green vine to deepen the strength, from the ankle all the way up, wrapped around Song Jingfang's waist.

Song Jingfang rarely took the time to tilt his head and smile at An Xiaobraid.

The fire is in full swing, and it is effortless to force out a little red lotus karmic fire, which leads to the green vine, and burns it in the blink of an eye.

The karmic fire that fell on him consciously stretched into a line, snaking upward, touching the hairs of the camouflage uniform.

A fire that burns the prairie fire.

Camouflage uniform, die!

Song Jingfang's head was above the transparent 1 point that had not moved for 10,000 years, bright red and discolored, 2.

In the end, there was not even any scum left, Song Jingfang walked forward slowly, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

A simple and ordinary tone, a dinner invitation from the host's house.

An Xiaobraid Empress Zhang retreated, and shouted in fright, "Master Yan! "The bear child is really scared.

The tunic stood up and closed his eyes, "Master, I don't want to do anything with you. ”

Oily, black and white hair looks a little frizzy at this point.

Master Xuan Cicada was in danger, and their situation was not much better. Facing the three people below, they didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

The camouflage uniform is crawling from the sea of corpses and blood, and the shot is agile and fast, no matter whether he can touch the target in the end or not, he will change his position when he hits, leaving no chance for Song Jingfang to catch him.

Song Jingfang, who had never seen blood, was passively beaten, but he was only beaten.

Xuan Cicada's body is different from ordinary people, and the fists and feet of camouflage clothes are obviously helpless.

The more Song Jingfang was beaten, the more sober her brain became, and gradually, she found that she could clearly see the trajectory of the camouflage uniform's punches.

His movements, slow.

"Drink~" Grabbing a gap, Song Jingfang hugged the hand that punched in the camouflage uniform.

Find the fulcrum and the entire ...... Throw the camouflage uniform on the ground like rags.

Yes, she doesn't know much about fighting, but fortunately, she has a lot of strength.

Seeing that the camouflage uniform was restrained by Song Jingfang, An Xiaobraid controlled the green vine to deepen the strength, from the ankle all the way up, wrapped around Song Jingfang's waist.

Song Jingfang rarely took the time to tilt his head and smile at An Xiaobraid.

The fire is in full swing, and it is effortless to force out a little red lotus karmic fire, which leads to the green vine, and burns it in the blink of an eye.

The karmic fire that fell on him consciously stretched into a line, snaking upward, touching the hairs of the camouflage uniform.

A fire that burns the prairie fire.

Camouflage uniform, die!

Song Jingfang's head was above the transparent 1 point that had not moved for 10,000 years, bright red and discolored, 2.

In the end, there was not even any scum left, Song Jingfang walked forward slowly, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

A simple and ordinary tone, a dinner invitation from the host's house.

An Xiaobraid Empress Zhang retreated, and shouted in fright, "Master Yan! "The bear child is really scared.

The tunic stood up and closed his eyes, "Master, I don't want to do anything with you. ”

Oily, black and white hair looks a little frizzy at this point.

Master Xuan Cicada was in danger, and their situation was not much better. Facing the three people below, they didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

The camouflage uniform is crawling from the sea of corpses and blood, and the shot is agile and fast, no matter whether he can touch the target in the end or not, he will change his position when he hits, leaving no chance for Song Jingfang to catch him.

Song Jingfang, who had never seen blood, was passively beaten, but he was only beaten.

Xuan Cicada's body is different from ordinary people, and the fists and feet of camouflage clothes are obviously helpless.

The more Song Jingfang was beaten, the more sober her brain became, and gradually, she found that she could clearly see the trajectory of the camouflage uniform's punches.

His movements, slow.

"Drink~" Grabbing a gap, Song Jingfang hugged the hand that punched in the camouflage uniform.

Find the fulcrum and the entire ...... Throw the camouflage uniform on the ground like rags.

Yes, she doesn't know much about fighting, but fortunately, she has a lot of strength.

Seeing that the camouflage uniform was restrained by Song Jingfang, An Xiaobraid controlled the green vine to deepen the strength, from the ankle all the way up, wrapped around Song Jingfang's waist.

Song Jingfang rarely took the time to tilt his head and smile at An Xiaobraid.

The fire is in full swing, and it is effortless to force out a little red lotus karmic fire, which leads to the green vine, and burns it in the blink of an eye.

The karmic fire that fell on him consciously stretched into a line, snaking upward, touching the hairs of the camouflage uniform.

A fire that burns the prairie fire.

Camouflage uniform, die!

Song Jingfang's head was above the transparent 1 point that had not moved for 10,000 years, bright red and discolored, 2.

In the end, there was not even any scum left, Song Jingfang walked forward slowly, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

A simple and ordinary tone, a dinner invitation from the host's house.

An Xiaobraid Empress Zhang retreated, and shouted in fright, "Master Yan! "The bear child is really scared.

The tunic stood up and closed his eyes, "Master, I don't want to do anything with you. ”

Oily, black and white hair looks a little frizzy at this point.

Master Xuan Cicada was in danger, and their situation was not much better. Facing the three people below, they didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

The camouflage uniform is crawling from the sea of corpses and blood, and the shot is agile and fast, no matter whether he can touch the target in the end or not, he will change his position when he hits, leaving no chance for Song Jingfang to catch him.

Song Jingfang, who had never seen blood, was passively beaten, but he was only beaten.

Xuan Cicada's body is different from ordinary people, and the fists and feet of camouflage clothes are obviously helpless.

The more Song Jingfang was beaten, the more sober her brain became, and gradually, she found that she could clearly see the trajectory of the camouflage uniform's punches.

His movements, slow.

"Drink~" Grabbing a gap, Song Jingfang hugged the hand that punched in the camouflage uniform.

Find the fulcrum and the entire ...... Throw the camouflage uniform on the ground like rags.

Yes, she doesn't know much about fighting, but fortunately, she has a lot of strength.

Seeing that the camouflage uniform was restrained by Song Jingfang, An Xiaobraid controlled the green vine to deepen the strength, from the ankle all the way up, wrapped around Song Jingfang's waist.

Song Jingfang rarely took the time to tilt his head and smile at An Xiaobraid.

The fire is in full swing, and it is effortless to force out a little red lotus karmic fire, which leads to the green vine, and burns it in the blink of an eye.

The karmic fire that fell on him consciously stretched into a line, snaking upward, touching the hairs of the camouflage uniform.

A fire that burns the prairie fire.

Camouflage uniform, die!

Song Jingfang's head was above the transparent 1 point that had not moved for 10,000 years, bright red and discolored, 2.