Poison Genius Consort

The dazzling swordsmanship, like a raging flood, screams and screams, leaving nowhere to escape.

Han Yu knows that life and death are just a moment away.

The white wolf also knows that this robbery cannot escape.

Han Han closed his eyes and tried to gather attention and wanted to get the white wolf to receive the storage space.

If you can't escape, you can't let small things fall into their hands.

At the moment of life and death, she can concentrate, her heart is still strong, and the weak hurt is nothing but her body.

However, her storage space and detoxification system were both in a state of collapse and could not be operated at all!

She was so surprised that she would open her eyes. How could this be?

When the Flint flashed, the white wolf suddenly stood up and raised his claws.

"No!"

Han Hao shouted, but unfortunately it was already late.

The sword was **** the chest of the white wolf, and Han Han grabbed his fur and hung it behind it, unscathed.

Just after the white wolf was shaken, it shows that the old man of Jianzong is strong, and the white wolf is not his opponent.

She clearly felt the white wolf's body trembled a lot.

It can't die, but it hurts!

"Li Jianxin, you..."

Han Yu’s words have not been finished yet, and the old man of Jianzong smashed out a sword and a sword like a lightning bolt. The white wolf roared, and Han Han was going to escape, but he obviously escaped, and he was born with a sword. Kneeling on the hind legs.

"Hey..."

The white wolf is sore! If it is not dead or hurt, it has already been a life! The sword of the old man of Jianzong, who can bear?

"Li Jianxin, don't hurt it, I..."

"Hey..."

Another sword, hard and hard hit in the abdomen of the white wolf, the white wolf is clearly painful to bear, suddenly fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily.

Han Hao did not have such great strength to grasp the stability, and was suddenly bombed up. Cang Qiuzi immediately waved a sword, and the white wolf couldn’t take care of the pain in the abdomen. He picked it up in time and blocked the sword with his body and caught Han Han.

However, Li Jianxin’s sword did not stop. His face was as cold as frost, and his sword and sword were constantly swaying, and his speed was extremely fast and his power was endless.

He is the first master of the cloud and the mainland! His sword is the most powerful sword in the sky and the mainland!

Even if it is a poisonous beast, it can not withstand such a high-intensity attack, the white wolf can not actively attack, and the speed of dodging is getting slower and slower.

It only has a beaten share.

Even so, it still protects Han Han, and Han Han has not received any harm.

Seeing that the white wolf has little strength left, Cang Qiuzi shouted, "Let's go together and help the head, we attack Han Han!"

Seeing that the head of the team did not say anything, the three old people were volleyed at the same time as Cang Qiuzi, and the four swords attacked and attacked Han Han from above.

At this time, Han Yu’s poison needle did not work at all.

The white wolf bears an enemy and five, and bears all the swordsmanship of the old man of the sword and the four elders.

"Hey!"

A sword is like a whip, and it is beaten on a white wolf. The white wolf is no longer roaring, not snoring, and no longer avoiding it, but staring fiercely at the old swordsmen, they are playing, they are not yield.

Han Yu’s heart is broken.

She grabbed the white wolf's neck and choked in her ear. "Little things... I know you must be a little thing, are you obedient?"

"Small things, the most embarrassing. Is it good to listen? You run first, okay? I won't have anything."

"Small things, I beg you, you can't escape first. We can't beat them, you can run away. Go to the North Moon..."

Han Yu said, decisively released his hand and jumped from the high back of the white wolf.

At this time, Cang Qiuzi waved his sword and was hitting Han Han's abdomen. Han Han was shocked far away, his body was light like the leaves in the wind, blood splashed from the abdomen, and the flowers were filled with beautiful flowers in the air.

"Hey..."

The white wolf snarled like crazy, and it rang through the entire Tianshan Jianzong. It shocked everyone and they were stunned. Even the old man of Jianzong was shocked and stopped unconsciously.

Han Han fell to the ground and was dying, but she was still holding. She was powerless to wave gently toward the little thing and signaled it to go.

How could the white wolf go? It was as crazy as the rushing Cang Qiuzi rushed over. However, it had not yet reached the Cang Qiuzi, and the sword of the old man of Jianzong ruthlessly stabbed Han Han.

The white wolf can only turn around and protect, and the sword of the old man of Jianzong can not stab on the chest of the white wolf.

However, the old man of Jianzong was fiercely weak, with the sword as the medium, bursting out a powerful amount of energy, shocking the white wolf's chest.

White wolf guards in front of Han Yu, don't let it be!

"Don't... little things... you go! you go..."

"Small things, obedient!"

......

Han Hao shouted desperately, desperately, and the white wolf was indifferent.

Everyone around them was stunned. They had never seen poisonous beasts, but they all heard of the poisonous beasts of the poisonous sects. They were murderous, deceitful, bloodthirsty and would poison the world.

However, this poisonous beast is not exactly like the legend. It's loyal, stubborn, and moving!

However, what about moving?

The swordsman is in charge, who dares to stop? Those who were partial to Han Yu’s disciples in Tianshan had long been silent. And Xu Donglin lay in a pool of blood, life and death are unknown.

The white wolf barely endured a steady stream of swords, and the gunpowder at the eyebrows gradually dimmed. It slowly turned back to see Han Han.

The **** blood of the original ferocious cold blood suddenly fell down, and a drop of tears slowly squatted. It was self-blame and sad.

Hemp, sorry, little things have been... try your best.

Suddenly, the tall body instantly turned into a small squirrel and fell to the ground. Its pure white fur licked the blood of the owner.

It doesn't die, it hurts.

All the pain that the huge body bears, all of which is raised on the small body of the palm of the hand, what kind of pain is it?

It curled into a ball and shivered.

Han Hao rushed to catch the little things, her blood full of hands dyed the fur of small things. She quickly hid the little things in the medical kit, hoping to warm it.

However, soon, the sword of the old man of Jianzong stabbed her in front of him. "Han Han, poison Zong Yu, must die! You have broken your own, or the deity, you choose one."

Han Hao looked up angrily, holding the sword of the old man of Jianzong with both hands, roaring, "I don't choose either!"

"Who was born, who decided? Why is it because I am a poisonous descendant who wants my life?"

"What have I done to hurt the world? Which innocence did I poison? You said!"

"Li Jianxin, you said! If you can't say it, I won't accept it!"

Han Hao is not willing!

The whole scene was silent, and the old man of Jianzong was silent. Everyone looked at Han Han’s hands. Her hands were holding the sword of the old man of Jianzong, and the blood flowed.

No one had thought that this weak woman with no hand-binding power could hold on to the present.

She used to use her hand to hold the sword of the old man of the sword. How stupid it is? However, everyone on the scene, including Duanmu Yao, could not laugh.

This woman, she can do anything but her hands.

The sorrowful mother couldn't help but remove her eyes and couldn't bear to see it. She was afraid, afraid that she would look at it again, she would shake, and could not help but want to save people.

This gimmick is so good and so good, why is it poisonous scorpion? Why is it exposed at the top of the sky?

"Let go!" The old man of Jianzong finally opened his mouth, his voice was calm, and there was not much emotion.

"Don't let go! Don't let go!" Han Yu is very distressed. "I don't accept it, I don't want to die!"

She is weak and windy, but the backbone is straight, iron bones; her purple skirt is bloody, but the soul is clean, not to be insulted!

"Han Wei, you are right. But you must die."

The old man of Jianzong faintly said, violently exerted force, and the blade quickly pricked the past between Han and his hands.

suddenly!

An imposing sword, the cold, from the side of the impact, running through the body of several Tianshan disciples, directly on the back of the old man's hand.

The old man of Jianzong was not expected, and he let go of his consciousness. The hand is saved, but the sword also falls into the hands of Han Yu.

Han Yu looked back and saw that several Tianshan disciples in front of her fell one by one. Her most familiar figure flew over.

Dragon is not night!

I haven't seen it in January, like a millennium; a wall is almost a difference between death and death.

Dragon is not night, I finally waited for you, but fortunately, did not give up.

Han Yu Ming Ming wants to laugh, but tears can't stop flowing.

Seeing him, she was all stubborn, all insisted, all strong, and instantly collapsed.

The hands fell weakly, and the sword of the old man of Jianzong fell to the ground, and Han Han did not have any strength, and slowly poured down.

Before she was in a coma, she felt the familiar temperature, which was the dragon's nocturnal embrace.

The person who is weak and will be taken away by the wind at any time, the dragon's cold face is very horrible. He squints and gently arranges the messy long hair for Han Han and wipes her face for her. Bloodstains.

The whole audience, a silence, even the old man of Jianzong did not say anything, and the eyes were bright and complicated.

The dragon is not quiet at night, quiet to the point where it is scary.

He shredded his clothes, carefully, and gently wrapped his hands for Han Han. Then he began to check her injuries, internal injuries, and trauma, especially in the abdomen, which was the heaviest.

The quieter he is, the more murderous he is, and the other people, Cang Qiuzi, have not consciously guarded.

Long Fei night passed the infuriating to Han Han, protecting her lifeline, then gently placed her on the ground, took off her clean black robes and covered her.

When the black robe was taken off, everyone took a sigh of relief.

He only wore a pure white undercoat, and the back of his pen was all soaked with blood, and a whip on the back was faintly visible.

He gently printed a kiss on Han's lips before he got up.

He glanced coldly at everyone present, and the black lacquered raging raging fire, he was furious, "when she hurt her, all died!"

The whole scene was silent, and even the wind was gone.

"Non night..."

The old man of Jianzong is about to speak. The dragon suddenly rises to the sword and points to the past. "You are the first!"

(End of this chapter)