The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 1143: Underground Tomb 11

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Situ Luo heard Su Luo's words. In fact, he also wanted to use a strong way to tame, but his strength was obviously not enough ...

Sure enough, as Su Luo expected, but after a while, Situ's face was cold and sweaty, and he rolled down, sweat soaking his chest and back.

Stuart felt that his physical function was gradually decreasing and his spiritual power was gradually decreasing, but this Chixiao sword, he turned out to be like a wild leopard running away, more and more brave!

"Puchi!" Situ blew a blood stain from the corner of his mouth, and immediately followed, he began to vomit blood.

Finally, Situ Xun could not hold on anymore. Like the previous two, he was directly bombarded.

"Bang Dang——" With a loud sound, Situ Xun was hit **** the thick coffin stone wall. He was unlucky with internal injuries and traumas, and was closed by gas.

Li Yaoyao stood on the spot, thinking about it, and hesitated ...

Su Luo is silent. Li Yaoyao is a super version of an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

Su Luo didn't bother to care about her, bumping into Nangong Liuyun's arm, his smile was full of meaning: "Go and get your things."

Nangong Liuyun is not a good man. On the contrary, if he is black and cunning, no one can count him.

Su Luo knows that he must let Luo Haochen take the lead, he must have his reason.

Nangong Liuyun rubbed Su Luo's head angrily: "Stand away so as not to be affected."

"Well, rest assured, I will take care of myself, and I will have little dragon anymore." Although Su Luo is ill, the team that guards her is very powerful.

Nangong Liuyun nodded, handed Su Luo to Ziyan, and then walked towards the Chixiao sword like a walk in the courtyard.

The red hilt sword's hilt. It took them a lot of effort just now to hold it, but now, Nangong Liuyun stretched out his hand, but he couldn't see how he could do it. Five fingers already held it firmly.

"It's that easy?" Luo Haochen watched Nangong Liuyun's movement without blinking.

He tried it personally just now, so I know how powerful the imprisoned ripples are, just like the strong winds and waves on the sea. It ’s shocking. He also used the fingerprints of the family secret to hold the sword handle ... ... to what extent is Nangong Liuyun's strength?

At this moment, all eyes were focused on Nangong Liuyun.

Under these gazes, Nangong Liuyun's fingers tightened slightly, and then his expression was slightly dignified.

Because he could clearly feel that the explosive force was as majestic as a dragon, suddenly rushing towards his body, trying to rush into his limbs.

powerful great fight!

Majestic and powerful, with the ancient and fierce Aura, fierce and fierce, as if the strongest hand in the world!

"Oh!"

Nangong Liuyun fiercely punched at the Chixiao sword!

Next-

"Oh!" Nangong Liuyun followed his punch with one punch, smashing heavily at the Chixiao blade, as if he was the most powerful enemy, showing no mercy.

Seven consecutive forty-nine punches were punched, and the punches weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Strange to say.

The Chixiao sword started out like a raging dragon. It fought more and more bravely. It seemed that no one was convinced ... but under the heavy punch of Nangong Liuyun like raindrops, this Chixiao sword turned out to be There was a buzzing sword.

The voice seems to be sobbing, like crying like a cry, and seems to begging.

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The little black house has locked too many words, and now crawls out. PS: That Mozu language is really ... Wenzhou dialect, (* ^ __ ^ *) hee hee, there is a prize for correct answer.