The voice fell Duan Qiushui was already standing in front of Xiang Luo. \ "Bump" A fierce palm landed on Xiang Luo's shoulder, and Duan Qiushui was a fire attribute martial cultivator, and his Xuan Qi carried a rich scorching heat.
The scorching heat was like sharp nails, sinking deep into Xiang Luo's flesh.
Not only that, but those fire attribute vitality that was submerged in the skin and flesh were more like hungry ants, tearing at Xiang Luo's flesh and blood.
Xiang Luo's painful heart.
"Sneer" Her body retreated uncontrollably When he retreated, his beautiful face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, which looked so miserable.
Seeing that Xiang Luo was about to retreat to the edge of the Douwu Stage Abrupt.
Duan Qiushui, comparable to a ghost god, appeared beside Xiang Luo and grabbed Xiang Luo's arm.
She didn't have the good intentions to catch Xiang Luo in order to prevent Xiang Luo from falling, but because if Xiang Luo fell off the fighting platform, he would lose and the game would be over.
She didn't want it to end now. hehe She hasn't abused Xiang Luo properly, how can it end so quickly She wants to abuse Xiang Luo fiercely Flattering Li Tiancheng, the only son of the third hall master, is one of the reasons, and on the other hand, she is also unhappy with Xiang Luo.
Xiang Luo's strength is too weak, in Duan Qiushui's opinion, such a garbage is a saint like her, which is an insult to himself.
In addition, Xiang Luo's appearance is very, very beautiful, which is the most important reason.
Eat one's heart out I can't control it at all In the past three months, she didn't deliberately bully Xiang Luo, and that was because of Su Ling Now, Su Ling will definitely die tomorrow The cruelty that has been endured, of course, must be applied to Xiang Luo in today's game.
"This face of yours really makes me so envious, it's a pity, you don't deserve this face at all, so" Grabbing Xiang Luo's arm, Duan Qiushui whispered quietly.
The cold, cruel voice was not loud, only Xiang Luo himself could hear it.
For a while, Xiang Luo was terrified, she almost guessed what Duan Qiushui wanted to do Before she could speak.
Suddenly.
"Smack" Duan Qiushui's left hand turned into a claw, and it stuck Xiang Luo's neck raw.
Xiang Luo couldn't breathe anymore, her beautiful eyes were wide and full of horror.
She struggled to speak and breathe, but she couldn't, all she could feel was cold and suffocating.
Under the "damn" fighting platform, Ji Piaoxue's face had already changed drastically, and she hurriedly yelled at Shen Mingtao: "Lord Deacon, save Xiang Luo, she has already lost, she has already lost" "I didn't hear her admit defeat," Shen Mingtao said lightly, his voice extremely cold.
"You" Ji Piaoxue was angry and anxious.
How could Shen Mingtao hear Xiang Luo's admitting of defeat, Duan Qiushui didn't give Xiang Luo a chance to speak at all.
This can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, and Shen Mingtao can see it 100%, but he still turns a blind eye to it, and it is deliberate "Old thing, I'll kill you" Hongcanopy, who was also under the ring, was furious, staring at a pair of bull's eyes and about to rush towards Shen Mingtao.
He is not familiar with Xiang Luo, but he knows very well that Xiang Luo is the woman of his eldest brother Su Ling and his sister-in-law, even if he is not now, he will be in the future.
If something happens to Xiang Luo, when Su Ling comes out of retreat, how will he explain to Su Ling Hong Canopy waved his fist and rushed towards Shen Mingtao with all his might.
Although he is short-tempered and a martial idiot, he is definitely not stupid, and he can see that Shen Mingtao is unfair.
"Hmph, I don't know if I live or die" At the same second, Shen Mingtao turned his head abruptly, his eyes looked at the Hong Canopy, and then, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
The long sword was silvery-white, very long, two meters long, but not wide, about two fingers.
The rich silver-white cold light swirled around the long sword, making many holy sons and holy women around feel the profound taste of forest cold.
Even if Shen Mingtao is a third-class deacon, he is also a deacon, but his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary holy sons, not to mention the existence of Hong Peng, who is not qualified to be a preparatory holy son Under the shroud of murderous intent It was as if he had been placed in a bloody swamp, and many arms grabbed him, making him unable to move, and his frantic rushing body came to an abrupt end.
"Go" Then, the silver-white long sword in Shen Mingtao's hand suddenly detached from his hand.
Sou After a breath.
The silver-white sword sank deep into the chest of the flood tent, and in the middle, it was almost the heart of the flood tent, and it almost killed the flood tent.
Rao was like this, and Hong Peng's whole person also spurted blood violently, and his body staggered and half knelt on the ground.
Half-kneeling on the ground, the slender sword pierced through the chest of the canopy, and the blood flowed quickly along the blade of the long sword, which was too miserable.
Seriously injured Shen Mingtao's shot was really ruthless.
"The little preparatory son also dares to be disrespectful to the deacon, hmph, the little one will teach you a lesson, if there is another time, I want your life" Shen Mingtao glanced at the flood tent with disdain.
And the holy sons and saints around them all laughed one by one: "That fool, who do you think you are, even the deacon dares to provoke and laugh at the dead" "Luckily, Deacon Shen didn't ask for his life directly" "That kid is rubbish to the extreme, it's not the eternal realm, it's pitiful if it's weak, this kind of strength can also become a holy son, tsk" "Waste should be wiped out, and it would be a disgrace to the temple if it was left behind."
"Why" In the distance, Ji Piaoxue bit her lip fiercely, her eyes hazy.
She was desperate.
On the fighting platform, Xiang Luo was on the verge of death by Duan Qiushui, and Hong Peng was also seriously injured to the point of dying.
And the other holy sons and saints are like watching the drama gloating, and no one cares about a person's life.
Even, everyone hoped that Xiang Luo and Hong Peng would die, as well as themselves.
It's too cold, and the coldness of the temple is utterly cold.
Such cold made her even feel that this was not a human world, but a hell full of demons.
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On the "bump" battle platform, Xiang Luo was thrown to the ground again, and Xiang Luo's long white skirt had already been stained with blood.
Her shoulders, neck, ankles, arms, fingers, and so on all had terrible scars.
"Ahem, cough" Xiang Luo was very weak, and blood was flowing all the time.
Around the Battle Arena.
Bursts of cheers, getting louder and louder: "Good" "Hit hard" "Goddess Duan, kill that Xiang Luo" "Hahaha, the fiery temper of the goddess Duan is too likable" Too many sons of saints to pat on the back, why On the one hand, Duan Qiushui is indeed good-looking, and he has a lot of charm, and many holy sons want to chase Duan Qiushui
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