Chapter 142: Zhongji was framed 4
Zhu Zhenzi said: "This is called a soldier who does not get tired of cheating. ”
Fuck the soldiers don't get tired of cheating!
I opened my mouth. I want to scold again.
But my stomach hurt so much that I couldn't scold at all.
Zhu Zhenzi sneered: "Demon, you have been poisoned by my black spot day hibiscus, and it is useless to struggle." The black-spotted flower-faced hibiscus grows in venom, the rhizome is like iron, and there are black spots on the petals, which are extremely poisonous, but if they are not refined, they will not hurt people. After being made into poison, it is colorless, odorless, and without a trace. But through the true qi of the person to form a net, when encountering fire, it will turn into black poisonous gas, such as attacking the internal organs, ordinary creatures, a stick of incense within the death of the Yellow Spring, seven holes bleeding to death, the body is strong and magician, if the poison gas is not forced out within half of the incense, even if it does not die, the whole body is stiff, like a zombie, life is better than death. ”
I was terrified.
Oh no, it's over, it's over, it seems that this time I have to die young. It seems that I will never see the sun tomorrow again.
It's not that I don't regret it, I don't listen to the words of the purple-clothed elf, and I go back to Yueji Mountain early.
was greedy for fun for a while, causing eternal hatred and having to lose his life.
In despair, I only felt a dazzling red light flashing in front of me, and a figure as red as blood suddenly appeared in front of me.
I tried to look up.
It is a man dressed in red and peerless.
The superior light and thin body board is straight, long, elegant, and elegant. A peerless face that is indistinguishable from each other, the smile is extraordinarily gorgeous, but no matter how you look at it, you can feel that this smile is cold and piercing, which makes people shudder.
Yang Zhenren exclaimed: "North Lonely Brake-"
Before the words were finished, the white jade bone fan in Bei Lone's hand was raised coldly, and a strange red light burst out from the fan, as strong as a wild soar, and it had hit Yang Zhenren in an instant.
Yang Zhenren screamed.
A mouthful of blood, a mouth full of teeth falling out. What's even worse is that his hair was burned, his face was as black as charcoal, his eyes rolled, and half of his body lay at the mouth of the pit, fainting.
Zhu Zhenzi was shocked and angry, raised the dust, and pointed to Bei Lone: "What kind of demon are you?" ”
Bei Lone Brake laughed loudly.
The smile is as bright as a flower, but the laughter is creepy. He raised the white jade bone fan in his hand again, and a red flying eagle was painted on the front of the fan, the pattern of its wings was like blood condensation, and it glowed with a strange and mysterious light in the moonlight.
Zhu Zhenzi deserves to live a handful of age, and his knowledge is also wide, although he can't see where the demon is in Bei Lone, but the blood-colored flying eagle still recognizes it.
At that moment, his face changed: "You are the eagle man of the Blood Wing Clan of the Eastern Wilderness Realm?" The dust in his hand turned into a long sword with cold light again.
He wielded his sword.
As soon as he made the brake, he spread the sky, changed his moves quickly, danced into a bright and swaying circle in mid-air, flashed a continuous silver light, and the momentum was amazing, and he rushed straight to the north lonely brake.
Bei Lonely's eyes were shallowly outlined the corners of his lips, and the smile on his face was undiminished.
Wave the white jade bone fan.
A strange red light burst out, fierce and fierce, hitting the silver light. Everywhere he went, the light overflowed, the rubble burst out, the trees were uprooted, the dust was all over the sky, the murderous rage was raging, and the power of destruction swept through the air, shocking.
The silver light was quickly outnumbered, engulfed in red light.
The white jade bone fan in Bei Lone's hand was raised again.
The strange red light turned into a sharp blood knife, slashing an arc in mid-air, and the wind was fierce, slashing towards Zhu Zhenzi with an unstoppable force.