(Girls' Literature) "Bastard, you have the ability to come at the uncle and bully a woman, what kind of hero is it."

Da Mao tried to provoke the Emperor Dao Master with his words, so that he would shift his attention to it.

"Meow, bad silver, you are shameless in bullying women."

Xiao Bu'er was also shouting there, his body couldn't move, and his mouth could still move.

The master of the imperial road glanced at them for a moment, and the sharp eyes scared them so much that they almost bit their tongues.

"Where are you staying obediently, and the old man will take you away later."

The Nine Dragons Holy Sword stood on Qiu Yue's side, and a bright light flashed in the eyes of the Emperor Dao master, and he reached out to take it without hesitation.

However, a white hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

In the same place, Qiu Yue suddenly opened her eyes, and she seemed to be bland, but she let the imperial master capture a trace of danger.

"Oh, it's a thief's act for you to touch other people's things without their consent."

The Imperial Dao Master looked at Qiu Yue coldly, and his arm couldn't be withdrawn for a while.

Qiu Yue's physical strength is so good, how can she break free so easily when she is held close to her.

Faintly, I could hear the creaking of bones being pinched.

Rumble!

A violent aura hit Qiu Yue, and as a last resort, she could only let go.

The master of the Imperial Road stepped aside, with a face, and his wrist was actually pinched off by Qiu Yue!

"Whew, little Yuezi, you've finally done it."

"Meow, female devil."

Autumn Moon dragged the holy sword to their side, picked them up, and placed them on her shoulder.

"You've done a good job this time, and it's pretty reliable."

Listening to the previous sentence, it is very pleasant, but the latter sentence?

I really want to ask, what is reliable?

As far as big hairs are concerned, they are very reliable, right?

Qiu Yue raised her sword, pointed at the master of the imperial road, and hooked her fingers, "Give you a chance to strike first, don't say that I bullied you." ”

The forehead of the imperial road master jumped, a little spirit king dared to talk to him like this?

"Look for death!"

His body was wrapped in aura, and a powerful aura poured out, shaking the ground.

He struck out and attacked Akizuki with absolute strength.

Rumble!

Exploded all around, breaking inch by inch.

Qiu Yue sneered, "Is this all your strength?" That's it. ”

The face of the master of the imperial road was like frost, and this little spirit king dared to talk to him like this.

An attack that is several times stronger than the previous one flies out, and the move only takes the vital point of Akizuki.

Apparently, he was enraged and wanted to take advantage of the fact that he would get rid of her.

Qiu Yue still easily avoided it, "If this is all your strength, then ......"

Suddenly, her body radiated a scorching light, her waist-length hair reached her hips, and her gestures were full of master's demeanor.

"Kill!"

Both are decisive people, and they shoot cleanly and without hesitation.

It's only a few moves, and the surprise of the imperial road master is beyond measure.

Is this guy really a Spirit King monk?

Why did he feel more and more that he was vaguely falling behind in the end?

He didn't know what had happened to Qiu Yue in a short period of time that made a Spirit King monk so strong.

Could it be some kind of secret art?

Many families will have their own secret techniques, and they will seal these secret techniques on the bodies of outstanding disciples to cultivate, or to save their lives.

He couldn't see through what Qiu Yue's secret technique was, and vaguely, he actually felt the slightest wisp of immortal aura.

It's unimaginable.

He thought he was wrong, but as a result, after the big battle, this feeling became more and more obvious.

"You, why do you have the aura of immortal dao on your body?"

Qiu Yue grinned, smiling brightly, but her eyes were cold, "You know too much." ”

Phew!

A sword qi lay in the air, and the master of the imperial road was unwilling and puzzled, as if he couldn't believe that he would die in the hands of a small spirit king.