Reverend Insanity: Version 244: Crying

If people are desperate, the threat of nature will skyrocket.

On the other hand, Zhao Pu, the blood demon fairy, is unwilling to fight. As long as time is consumed, he can win.

So for a time, Zhao Pu was overwhelmed by Zhao Liyun and Yu Yiyezi.

However, Zhao Pu's combat experience is by no means comparable to Zhongzhou Erxian.

He is so slippery, Teng Niao flips over, Zhao Liyun and Yu Yiye can't win him.

Over time, the situation has tilted towards Zhao Pu.

Yu Yiye's offensive weakened first.

His stroke was earlier than Zhao Yunyun and he suffered more wounds. He finally passed out due to excessive blood loss.

"Your companion may have died of excessive blood loss, and you will be the next one. You don't have much time, so don't step up to attack?" Zhao Pu laughed.

Zhao Lianyun was very upset. She knew that Zhao Pu had deliberately provoked and disturbed her mood, but she couldn't calm down her mood and became more and more impetuous.

Her eyes continued to bleed, and her vision was blurred, all bloody.

What's more frightening is that not only Qiqiao bleeds, but her entire body and billions of pores penetrate the blood beads outward.

"Abominable ... abominable ..." Strong dizziness kept coming, and Zhao Pingyun had begun to stand still, shaking his body.

Finally, Zhao Puyao struck Zhao Feiyun out. After falling to the ground, he rolled three times and stopped.

"Abominable!" Zhao Qingyun supported the ground with both hands and wanted to get up, but because she had lost too much blood, she was very weak and weak.

She couldn't do even a single move up.

"Everything is over." Zhao Pu embraced his arms, paced slowly, and walked to Zhao Liyun. Condescendingly looked down at her.

Blood.

Continuously flowing from Zhao Liyun's body.

Soon, a pool of blood formed near her.

Zhao Yunyun fell into a pool of blood. She had become a thorough blood, and even her eyes were bleeding. Tears were mixed in them.

"Are you finished ..."

"It's here."

"Blood ... I'm not scared this time, fortune."

Zhao Yunyun's heart shows a scene from the past.

That was still during the battle of Wang Ting.

Zhao Yunyun lost her father's asylum, and did not want to sacrifice herself to marry the Wei family son as a political bargaining chip, and had to rely on Ma Hongyun temporarily.

Zhao Yunyun was unfortunately shot in the thigh during a battle.

Blood flow.

"I'm going to die, ah, it hurts! My mother, I'm going to die!" Zhao Qingyun was lying on the carriage. Howling, tears.

"Don't make a noise, Xiaoyun, you can't die. It's just a little hurt." Ma Hongyun comforted her while she bandaged her wounds skillfully.

"Blood, so much blood! Don't you know that I'm dizzy ?! I have never suffered such a serious injury." Zhao Pingyun sighed.

"You, how can you be so coquettish? People in Kitahara are often injured. Many times, scars are glory and merit!" Ma Hongyun said.

Zhao Yunyun rolled her eyes, "Will you comfort people? Oh, why am I so unlucky ..."

"Hahaha." Ma Hongyun laughed. I used it wrong.

Zhao Qingyun cried a lot with pain: "It hurts! You light it! And you laugh a fart. My mother has been hurt so seriously, you seem happy."

Ma Hongyun waved his hands quickly. But she kept laughing: "I'm not happy, but I think such a little Yun girl is really cute. Usually, she is old-fashioned and awesome. Now the little Yun girl makes me think that she is younger than me Sister. "

"You guy, very arrogant ..." Zhao Pingyun was waiting for the attack, and Ma Hongyun, who was cold, reached out and stroked her forehead.

Zhao Pingyun froze. For some reason, a warmth rose in my heart.

Ma Hongyun said to himself: "No fever. It's a good thing. Xiaoyun girl, you can't be so coquettish. There are some injuries. There is nothing to bleed. The next time you yell like this, you will People make fun. "

This concludes my memory.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Now me. I shouldn't let you make fun of me anymore."

"You guy ..."

"My mother really bleeds all blood to save you."

"It's weird to think about it, I'm going to die for someone alone."

"So, even if I die, I am willing!"

Zhao Liyun's mind was full of thoughts.

"Come on!" Zhao Pu yelled, raised his palm, palm-tip like a knife, severely inserted.

Critical blow!

If this blow is plugged in, it will be able to shatter Zhao's head as easily as piercing tofu.

But just then.

Zhao Liyun's body suddenly burst into a strong light.

The light is so dazzling that Zhao Pu can't help closing his eyes and backing away quickly.

"This is ..."

"Why is there such a strong light?"

"Impossible! This breath ... so strong!"

"Ahhhh!"

Zhao Pu can't help but send a miserable message.

In the light, his entire body cannot move. Soon, he was like the snow melted away in the hot sun and completely destroyed.

In the critical period, the love fairy is again prestigious, and Zhao Pu is killed directly!

Beiyuan, deep in the trench.

"Shadowless evil, where else do you want to hide?" Fang Yuan's changing swordsman snarled in the trench, his voice shook the wild, filled with fierce killing intention.

By virtue of sympathy, Fang Yuan traveled all the way and finally came to the depths of the trench.

In the shadows, a giant city rises slowly.

Ying Wuxie is standing on top of the giant city.

"I can wait for you for a long time." Ying Wuxie said, his eyes were calm and his tone was light.

"Hmm! Shi Nu is dead, just the four of you, or the ordinary house under your feet?" Fang Yuan sneered.

Although the scale of Yinliu City is large and its appearance is large, it is just a fan house, not a fairy house.

It is not easy to form a fairy house. Even the Shadow Sect, with many immortals, cannot arbitrarily elevate a gloomy city into an immortal house.

If there is a fairy house, Fang Yuan will have a lot of fearful feelings.

Because the power of the fairy house bursts out, it grows with the number of cents. Fang Yuan once used Juyang Xianyuan to manipulate the Jinghong chaos, and bloomed brilliantly in the Battle of Yitian Mountain.

But the Underworld is just a shack, and for Fang Yuan, it's completely unsurprising.

"So what about me?" The second figure appeared on the Underworld.

This person is just a six-turn magpie, but he is Fang Yuan's "old acquaintance".

It is the inner application of the Shadow Sect in the Langya School.

Fang Yuan's eyes fell slightly.

Mao Liu's own combat power is not yet visible to Fang Yuan. However, Mao Liu and Fang Yuan are both members of the Langya faction, and the two parties have a restricted covenant.

This makes Fang Yuan deal with Mao Liu, which is very inconvenient. If he cares, he will be sanctioned by the Channel Covenant and seriously injured.

However, Fang Yuan also had psychological expectations when Mao Liu appeared.

"Kill!" Fang Yuan's tail fluttered and rushed straight up.

The Underworld City retreats rapidly, at the same time, a battlefield killer rises, and a large number of Yasha octopuses surround it.

"Your identity has already let Fang Yuan cast a ratchet. To delay time, wait a moment, we can use it in all directions." Ying Wuxie patted Mao Liu's shoulder.

"Sir, go and take a rest, I'll take care of it here."

Ying Wuxie nodded and walked out of the city. His body immediately submerged in the underworld.

This is a massacre.

Even though Yasha has more octopuses, they are not Fang Yuan's opponents.

Ancient sword siege in the siege, set off a fierce blood and rain, vertical and horizontal battlefield, invincible.

Although the Underworld is in the field of vision, Fang Yuan did not dare to spit out sword light and dragon breath, and it would be bad if Mao Liu was killed.

Instead, I suffer.

Maybe Yingwuxie waited for a while to counterattack and killed himself here.

Although Ying Wuxie and others are at a disadvantage, Fang Yuan is not blindly optimistic. He knew he had an advantage, but it did not constitute a crushing trend.

Especially Bai Ningbing, who can change the state of the white phase, and master the innocence of drawing soul into dreams. Although the former is only a six-repair practice, the latter's fascination with dreams is also half-hanging.

"Channel ... when will I be free from this genre?"

Fang Yuan is distressed.

Channel is the backache in his heart.

Fang Yuan also tried hard, but he always lacked some opportunities and failed to solve this problem.

Mao Liu presides over the battle. He does not seek no power but no failure. The execution tactics are quite thorough. (To be continued.)