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made the palace guards who were watching next to them look a little dazed.

But unexpectedly, in the next moment, the atmosphere between the two changed, and the air was full of oppressive air currents.

The killing intent in the eyes of the two showed that these two were fighting with their lives.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

No one has any mercy left behind when he makes a move.

Han Che shot the cold spirit sword forward, and flew straight towards Wumeng's chest, Wumeng glanced at him coldly, and flashed to the side.

The Chill Sword flew sideways past her chest, hissing and cutting through the fabric of Wumeng's chest clothes.

The fiery red shirt was flipped down, revealing a small red belly pocket.

Wu Meng frowned, and without hesitation, he whipped the fire whip towards Han Che, Han Che wanted to dodge it extremely quickly, but he was still whipped on his arm by the fire whip, and a heart-piercing pain struck, and Han Che reflected how painful the fire whip of the number one killer was. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

Han Che's heart became even colder, and the murderous intent in his gaze when he looked at Wu Meng was even worse.

He sneaked into the rooms of several daughters of the family last night, and no one could have an impact on him like Wu Meng.

Now Wumeng's half of the small belly pocket has made him feel uneasy and lose his breathing.

He practiced cold and ice spirit, and when he was emotional, the martial arts on his body were equal to all expenses, and he suddenly realized why his brother would let him kill Wumeng.

Because the woman in front of him may be his greatest danger.

Until things work out, he must not let this danger threaten him.

Han Che waved his palm, and this time he directly took the fire whip thrown by Wu Meng coldly, and pulled it hard, directly breaking her fire whip.

Wu Meng lit a fire in her heart, and her most beloved fire whip was destroyed by him like this.

She looked back at the Chill Sword standing in the grass behind her, and didn't think of a palm to shoot at the Chill Sword.

However, Han Che seemed to have known that she had this intention, and after a ghostly body had passed, the Cold Spirit Sword was in his hands.

In an instant, the sword move came towards Wumeng.

Wu Meng snorted coldly: "Blue-eyed beautiful man, the slave family has no weapons in their hands, are you going to bully a weak woman when you hit me with a sword like this?" ”

Han Che had only one thought in his mind at the moment, kill this woman.

He didn't listen to her taunts at all.

The movements in his hands are even more ruthless, Wumeng has no fire whip, and he can only rely on his palm to attack.

She really wanted to fight Han Che hand-to-hand in close quarters, so that she would have a better chance of winning.

But the man seemed to know her thoughts, and blocked all her ways to get close.

He was also afraid, afraid that his proximity would affect his body.

I'm sorry, now that I know your weaknesses, I can't take advantage of them.

Wu Meng didn't care that the cold spirit sword attacked him, and flew towards him, the cold spirit sword passed through her shoulder blades, but Wu Meng successfully grabbed Han Che's neck with both hands.

One hand slammed into a fist and punched Han Che's lower abdomen.

Han Che's cold sword stabbed into Wumeng's shoulder, but he couldn't pull it out because of his proximity, so he had to let go of the hilt of the sword and catch Wumeng's move with his bare hands.

Wu Meng didn't know that his shoulder was injured, and he punched Han Che in the lower abdomen one after another.

Raising his foot, he attacked Han Che's lower abdomen.

was dodged by Han Che, but one of her arms hugged Han Che's neck and didn't let go.

She knew too well in her heart that if she let go, she might die.

Han Che wanted to kill her just as she wanted to kill him.

The two of them are ruthless, and they are people who don't care.

She was repeatedly defiled by Han Che, pretending to be okay on her face, but she had hatred in her heart.

Don't think that if you look handsome, your mother won't be able to do it, your aunt and grandmother used to be mentally incomplete, but now you can be bullied casually.

Wu Meng hooked Han Che's neck with one hand and didn't let go, and punched Han Che's stomach with one hand, while kicking his lower abdomen with his foot.

The two were close together, and Han Che really couldn't make a fatal move against her.

The blood flowing from Wumeng's shoulder dyed her veil even redder.

Han Che wanted to throw her away, but he couldn't, and the fist that Wu Meng beat down made blood flow from the corners of his mouth.

Han Che grabbed Wumeng's neck with both hands, constantly exerting force, but suddenly felt a numbness in his arm.

looked down and saw that Wu Meng stopped his fist at some point, and instead held a silver needle in one hand and pierced his elbow.

Wumeng's smiling beautiful eyes on weekdays are cold at the moment.

She clings to herself, no matter how cold her eyes are, her body is hot, delicate and fragrant.

Han Che didn't need to look at it, and he knew that he was already swollen underneath now.

But the more this happened, the stronger his desire to kill her became.

One of his big palms covered the top of Wumeng's head, and he said coldly, "I've had enough." ”

An internal force poured in, and Wumeng only felt a headache, and his limbs had no strength.

Wumeng knew that this time she might be killed directly.

Her arm loosened and leaned softly into Han Che's arms, her consciousness gradually blurring.

What the hell is this damn man doing, why is he so powerful.

No, she can't die like this, it's not worth dying like this.

With the last trace of consciousness, Wu Meng bit down hard at Han Che's red lips.

Han Che's hand suddenly loosened, and the pain of being eaten by insects came to his lips, and he was caught off guard, and his mouth was opened by Wumeng's tongue.

Suddenly he felt a pain in his heart, and it turned out that Wumeng's teeth were biting his tongue tightly.

"Damn woman!" Han Che was deeply aware at this moment that this woman really had a way to distract him, just because he was so distracted, he missed the opportunity to kill her, and instead allowed himself to suffer this kind of humiliation.

A smell of iron embroidery flowed into his mouth, and Wu Meng did a big thing with his last strength, and let him go with a sneer.

Instinctively turning and running, she knew she wasn't the one fighting.

The guards next to her hurriedly took her, and some others rushed up to fight with Han Che.

Han Che was extremely hateful at this moment, and vowed to kill Wumeng.

And his cold sword is still in the woman's body, and he wants to get it back.

Seeing the guards of the palace as nothing, Han Che swept away a bunch of people with a wave of his palm, caught up with Wumeng and snatched her over, and the guards who took over Wumeng didn't know how many meters he had instigated.

Wu Meng was seriously injured, he was weak, and he glared at Han Che coldly, his strength was worse than him, and he was afraid that it would be a little difficult to kill him.

But she is not at the mercy of others, and it may not be easy for him to think about her.

She hooked her lips and smiled, smiling very wildly: "Blue-eyed beautiful man, are you in such a hurry to kill me, is it because the slave family can make your body react, I heard that you don't like the women of Jinxianglou, but you like the slave family." ”

"Shameless." Han Che held the Chilling Sword, and pulled it out with a forceful pull.

In an instant, blood spurted out like a pillar, staining Han Che's snow-white robe. Reading, a better reading experience.