"Let go of me!"

Wen Daodan's breath fluctuated and her tone was cold, but she also knew in her heart that it was meaningless, but she couldn't do anything in this situation, so she could only open her mouth to beep and see if she could cause change.

It's okay that she didn't speak, this time, Zhao Yun's attention focused on her lips, although the two red lips were slightly dull due to blood loss, but their shape was extremely good-looking, coupled with Wen Daodan's cold temperament like a queen, it made people have a desire to conquer.

At this moment, the beautiful woman's cherry lips opened and closed lightly, and a fragrance like blue and jade came to his face, Zhao Yun's heart fluttered, and he remembered the Green Arrow advertisement, and then he only felt a trace of heartbeat, and the red light in his eyes actually dissipated.

As soon as he probed, he no longer showed his white teeth but pouted lightly, kissed the little mouth that made his heart move, and then, when he kissed, it was so simple, he kissed it.

"Poof".

It was the sound of a kiss, and there was no other sound in the battle space, and the sound of the viewing area was silenced for a second.

In the next moment, a frenzy erupted in all spaces, there were people eating melons coaxing, there were goddess support teams swearing and swearing, there was a goddess father who smashed the third desk, and someone's daughter-in-law snapped and broke a pencil.

Wen Daodan was stunned, but Zhao Yun was not stunned, he took the opportunity of the other party's stunned moment, and the right hand that was originally holding Wen Daodan's left hand suddenly retracted, and twisted the other party's left hand behind him and handed it to his left hand.

Then, he raised his right hand and tied Wen Daodan's head when he was about to turn his head frantically to dodge, making it difficult for her to dodge.

This hand resembles some kind of habitual offender who can be sentenced to death.

Wen Daodan, who was provoked by Zhao Yun's anger, was furious at this time, and the flames in her brain rose at this time, her killing intent was great, and she struggled wildly, but the next moment, there was a painful look in her eyes, and her red lips, which were blocked by Zhao Yun's lips, couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

If anyone remembers, Zhao Yun used a mouth cannon in the previous game, shooting the dragon spear out of his mouth to kill the enemy.

It was also since then that many people were shocked to realize that the artifact could be taken out at will after entering the body, but it did not have to be in the hand.

The same trick appeared again at this time, Zhao Yun's stomach was tightly attached to Wen Daodan's lower abdomen, and a silver spear emerged from his belly, destroying the withering and decaying thin layer of energy on the surface of Wen Daodan's body, piercing the skin and passing through the abdominal cavity.

A pair of men and women hugged and kissed each other, but the scumbag did not have the slightest sense of asking for the sweetness in the woman's mouth, even if he was moved in his heart, he did not hesitate to kill the killer, and the cold sharp spear head came out directly behind Wen Daodan, and countless blood fluttered but could not adhere to the dragon spear at all, and the dragon spear at this moment was solemn and emotionless.

Sighing slightly in his heart, Zhao Yun felt that he was not ruthless enough, he wanted to kiss it and then spit out the dragon spear from his mouth to end the game directly, but for some reason, when the lips intersected, there was a trace of throbbing, and the face close at hand in his eyes was so delicate and charming, which made him temporarily change his mind.

He couldn't bear to destroy this beauty, he didn't want Wen Dao Dan to break his appearance, so he could only break his abdomen, anyway, the artifact penetrated directly, and the immortality was useless.

Even, maybe deep in his heart that he doesn't want to face, he wants the enjoyment in his mouth to last a little longer, and the entanglement of his limbs to last a little longer.

Wen Daodan's screams finally turned into a muffled snort.

The moment she opened her mouth, she felt a stream of energy coming out of the other party's lips, it was saint-level energy, firmly supporting her mouth and not closing, and then a tongue stuck in.

Her eyes widened, and the purple whirlpool spun faster and bigger, as if she was about to risk death even if she became mentally retarded, and she felt the other person's tongue raging in her mouth, chasing her own tongue.

The next moment, her expression shook again, and a muffled snort came out of her mouth again.

The Seven Killing Dragon Spear retracted into Zhao Yun's body, and then it appeared in a different place again, this time, Zhao Yun let the dragon spear grow slowly.

The sharpness of the dragon lance cannot be changed no matter how fast or slow, and slowing it will only increase Wen Daodan's pain.

She only felt that the energy on her right chest was broken, her armor was torn, her skin was torn, and the sharp breath slowly but surely slowly penetrated her body.

But even if she was severely injured and almost died, Zhao Yun's embrace still did not relax, and her eyes were still stubborn.

"Click-la-rumble"

The black clouds quickly condensed, and countless thunderbolts slashed from all sides, hitting the Seven Killing Dragon Spear exposed behind Wen Daodan, and then using the dragon spear as a medium, it exploded in Wen Daodan's body.

Wen Daodan's throat was about to spurt blood, but she was stubbornly resisted by a burst of energy, her face was suffocated red, her breath plummeted, and her body was blown up by the energy on the dragon spear and the thunder and lightning.

But this was only a lingering breath, her consciousness began to blur, she only felt that her hands and feet and body began to be numb and disobeyed, the touch of her whole body was disappearing, and she couldn't even sense that the clothes and armor that were gradually shattered due to the spill of thunder and lightning were about to wither like her.

However, even so, her eyes were still stubborn, the purple vortex had almost suppressed all the other colors, and a seeping coercion seemed to break through the cage, Zhao Yun just glanced at it, and almost broke his soul.

Hurriedly closed his eyes, the energy on the dragon spear exploded uncontrollably, and he suppressed the slightest throbbing caused by his forced kiss on the other party, even if his lips and tongue were not separated, but he was determined to see off the beautiful woman in his arms.

But he failed.

The purple vortex in Wen Daodan's eyes no longer rotated, and a bright white light suddenly appeared to fix it, and this light came from the sword of the past life inserted in Zhao Yun's body, and the sword of the past at this moment was full of Wen Daodan's blood, and the sword of the past at this moment, like Wen Daodan, just wanted to destroy the person in front of him.

The dignified god emperor weapon, if he has been imprisoned for a long time, how can he give up and kill him!

Lan Zai's screams and the dragon soul's scolding sounded almost at the same time, and the terrifying white light that erupted on the Sword of the Past with a terrifying divine will almost instantly broke away from the confinement of the Lan Armor of the Sea of Clouds, and countless cracks were carved on the clouds floating in the blue sky by the Sword of the Death.

"Retreat!" The anxious cry of the dragon soul came at the same time, and Zhao Yun endured the severe pain caused by the explosion of the sword in his body and quickly withdrew.

Wen Daodan didn't move, she stared at Zhao Yun deadly, letting the other party entangle her limbs and leave.

The sword of the past was suspended in front of her at this moment, and it did not continue to insert it into Zhao Yun's body and retreat with him, and the white light on the sword rose up.

Zhao Yun retreated and retreated, the surging white light spread around, even if he didn't feel any powerful fluctuations, he didn't dare to touch it, Lan Zai's breath was weak, the state of Yunhai Lan Jia was not very good, and he needed a period of breathing, and he could only wield a dragon spear in front of him.

He didn't know how far he had retreated, the white light seemed to erupt endlessly, not only did they expand in all directions, but countless white lights were entangled and intertwined in the air, converging into a giant of light, and a monstrous divine power appeared, and the battle space seemed to be trembling as a result.

Not overwhelmed by energy, but because this giant of light has the breath of a god in it.

The moment the giant of light appeared, everyone was stabbed and closed their eyes, and at this moment, even Wang Xi couldn't look directly at the situation in the white light, not even perceiving, because there was a god there.

It's best not to peep into the gods, this is a phrase left by the Pavilion of the Gods, as for when you can peep, that is when you become a god yourself.

In the endless white light, Wen Daodan floated in the air, the armor on her body had all melted, and there were two shocking blood holes on her naked body, and the silky silver-white light was dying and struggling, but it was annihilated by the white light in a few breaths.

Her eyes were closed, her expression was cold and unforgiving, and she couldn't see joy or sorrow.

The white light swept through every inch of her skin, a trace penetrated into it, as if it was transforming, and more white light was concentrated on the two blood holes, and the flesh seemed to become crazy in the light, constantly growing, and finally healing, leaving no scar.

At this time, Wen Daodan's whole body was flawless, and he always exuded a faint light, as if this body was composed of light.

She slowly opened her eyes, the strange pupils actually changed completely, the white light was bright, among which there was a golden thunder flickering occasionally, and the blue and red color disappeared, purple loomed, and soon, even the white light gradually faded away, leaving only the pitch-black pupils, with a trace of purple gas.

Her changed eyes looked at the yearning sword, and a drop of golden blood oozed from the center of her eyebrows and slowly floated up, and finally landed on the sword.