Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

And that Xiao Ping...

Everyone looked at Xiao Ping, and he only felt that he was surprised everywhere today.

They can't see the strength of Xiao Ping, but the fighting power is not worse than the little teacher who is in the spirit!

This... let them be shocked again.

All the people were shocked, and no one found out. Yan Qing, who was sitting in a corner, had a smile on his lips from beginning to end.

Her cold scorpion looked at the battle on the field, and the meaning of the banter was deeper and deeper--

Fengchu song... I hope that you can escape the most mysterious forces of our family!

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On the court, as soon as Xiao Ping pulled out the sword, Feng Chuge realized that the purpose of this person was to take her life! !

"Do you want to kill me?" In the midair, the phoenix songs are cold, and the deep bottoms are full of domineering, and the atmosphere of destruction is scattered.

Xiao Ping is on the opposite side, and there is still no smell in the whole body. He is watching Feng Chuge, "Go to death!!"

The words fell, and they came again.

On the occasion of Xiao Ping’s other attack, Feng Chuge flipped and avoided him, taking out the short knife from the heart of the hail.

The long sword flutters and the sword is arrogant.

The short knife in Feng Chu singer and his long sword are all right!

"Oh--" The crisp sound, the sword, was actually cut off by the short knife of the Fengchu song!

"Oh... good." Feng Chuge looked at the short knife.

This is the knife that was taken out from the town demon tower that day. It has not been used until now, but I did not expect it to be so sharp.

The long sword was cut off, and Xiao Ping simply abandoned the sword and came again with his hands.

砰砰砰——

The two palms touched each other and the sparks continued.

The fight on the field has clearly entered a trend of white heat.

The remaining seven classes on the field looked at the scene of the fight, and no one dared to help.

Not afraid, just afraid that it will drag down the Fengchu song.

Everyone knows that the most taboo between the master and the master is to be interrupted by others.

At the moment they go, they will only help!

At the same time, the people on the outside look no longer dare to treat the show with optimism.

Everyone with eyes can see clearly. The two people on this scene are engaged in life and death struggles.

At the corner of the viewing platform, Ah Dust embraced the restless meat mass, and the strength in his hand tightened more and more.

Looking at Xiao Ping on the field, the purple light in his slap in the air, the small body around, even the burst of suffocation -

Zombie Corps...

Yan’s zombie regiment...

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Feng Chuge has already noticed that when Xiao Ping made every move, he calmly bottomed out and flashed a red light like a flame.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, and his attack is even more fierce.

The eyes are seemingly calm, but each of his moves seems to be guided by his eyes.

Fengchu songs are cold and flashing -

And such a comparison, and then continue, the only loss is her.

Because...the person opposite her, she seems to be completely unaware of the tired!

And myself, the spiritual power has gradually overdrawn, and the amount of sweat is overflowing between the foreheads.

She looked at Xiao Ping's eyes and decided what it was.

The red lips were slightly raised, and the whole body suddenly jumped.

I don’t know when, I have already had a few more notes.

In the midair, Feng Chuge condenses the spirit.

The paper is lightly ignited, going forward, surrounded by Xiao Ping...

"Cursor!! Little sister, even a curse!!" At this moment, there was a sudden riot in the field.

No one has thought that the spiritual talent has become a metamorphosis of the younger sister, even a curse!