Asura God

Qin Ming’s expression is slightly stagnation, what happened? Has the toxicity gone? At the very beginning, he crushed the baby’s soul grass and scattered it in the empty Qi. However, after waiting for a scent, there was no effect. The funeral witch did not even have any discomfort. He thought that the toxicity of Saint Martial didn’t work, and he stopped thinking about it. However, after dragging for so long, it finally broke out? Looking at the burial of the witch master, it seems that the poisoning is very deep and the injury is very heavy.

“Wow…” The funeral flower witch advocated vomiting blood, and the consciousness turned and faltered.

Qin Ming slightly open mouth, the effect of baby grass is so terrible? Even high-end Saint Martial can be poisoned? who cares! withdraw! Qin Ming resisted the severe pain and flew away from the mountain.

The burial witch master slammed the chest and forced the Qi blood in the body. How could this be? Is the Tai Chi refining furnace so overbearing?

How did you not reach this level before?

Wait, it seems that the furnace is not damaged, but…

毒？

I have been poisoned?

At the beginning, I felt uncomfortable. However, because these days have been tortured by Tai Chi refining furnaces, all kinds of sufferings are uncomfortable, and I don’t pay much attention to the strange feeling of weakness. She was wary several times, and she thought of the Tai Chi refining furnace subconsciously, thinking that it was doing something wrong.

Is Qin Ming poisoning me?

Poisoning, Tai Chi refining furnace, the two interact?

“Damn…” The funeral witch master stood up on the trunk.

A golden light descended from the sky and fell in front of her.

“Qin Ming?” The funeral witch’s eyes are cold.

“Witch Lord, what’s wrong with you? Is it difficult?” Qin Ming asked with amazement, but his right hand slammed into the funeral master.

The burial witch master subconsciously wants to dodge, the result consciousness is faint, and the hand is lifted up, but it is not taken. The groaning sound was loud, and Qin Ming’s slap in the face was on her face.

The burial flower witch did not stand firm and fell to the side. The veil fell, revealing the beauty of the face to the extreme, the phoenix 眸 眸 micro, closed mouth, hanging blood, more beautiful.

“What’s so special… cool!” Qin Ming turned around, his left foot squatting, his right leg swaying, gathering tens of thousands of pounds of power, and turning to the funeral flower Lord’s waist. A muffled sound, the burial of the sorcerer, the sorcerer, and the singer of the sorcerer’s body. Qin Ming launched a palm of his hand and landed on the belly of the burial witch. Before the strike, he suddenly made a fist and made a turn, like a wind drill in her abdomen.

The funeral flower lord flew out and smashed three big trees in a row, forcibly stabilizing the footsteps, and the blood spurted again, almost half a squat on the ground.

“I didn’t expect it? Is the taste of poisoning so good?” Qin Ming ran wildly for more than ten steps, and rose to the ground. The right foot of the squatting foot smashed into the delicate chin of the burial master.

In the main body of the funeral flower, Qi blood is like a river, and the spiritual strength is uncontrollable, and her consciousness is blurred. Only with a weak sense of crisis, barely raised his hand to intercept.

Snapped!

The sound of Qin Ming’s body is gathered at this foot.

The right hand of the burial flower witch was bounced, the phalanx was broken, the skin was fleshy, the great force hit the palm, and the body was forcibly picked up.

Qin Ming grabbed the throat of the lord of the sorcerer and screamed: “Oh, this is called retribution!”

The burial and sorcerer’s masters forcibly exercised their martial arts, and they recovered their consciousness a little.

Result ……

Qin Ming grabbed the past, did not grab her throat, grabbed the collar, followed the crit-like power, stabbed, and finally tore his upper body clothes. The white shoulders are silky and silky, and the flaming blouses are wrapped in a straight and plump, and the slight curvature of the waves creates a strong visual impact.

The slightness and coldness of the shoulders of the chest made the consciousness of the funeral witch master clear.

“Well maintenance is good, quite upright.” Qin Ming opened the silk of his hand, volleyed, his feet swept across and swept the body of the funeral witch.

The little turtle was lying inside, suddenly listening to the outside voice is not right, hurriedly slammed the collar and poked his head, oh… white… so tender… good plump… mixed boy, you will, this will Moved.

“Unforgivable!” The funeral sorcerer roared, and the sacred sacred sacred smashed out, and the impact between the two was nearly a thousand meters.

Qi wave full of anger and violent, countless large trees rose from the ground, a large number of boulder flying, strong dust whistling over, Qin Ming bear the brunt, like being flooded by the endless tsunami, flying hundreds of meters. He was already hurt, and this punch almost killed his life, and he seemed to be torn apart.

“puff……”

The burial flower witch spurted blood again and squatted on the ground. The toxicity is fierce, stimulating the Tai Chi refining furnace, boiling from the inside to the outside, as if to burn her to turn into ash. Her petite body trembled slightly, her face was cold and sweaty, and her internal organs were colic.

“Hey…”

There was a loud noise in the dusty mist next to it, which was the sound of stepping on the branches.

The burial flower lord suddenly turned his head, and in the fog, a figure of blood was coming out.

“Baby in the soul of the grass can poison the Saint Martial? Oh… No, I seem to understand, it is something left in your body in the autumn.” Qin Ming squats, swaying, clothes Tattered and unsatisfactory, all of them are golden blood, but the expression is sly, looks terrible, like a fierce lion, staring at his prey.

“If you are seriously injured, you will not be able to let you go before me.” The blood of the sorcerer’s eyes was smashed, and the surrounding petals were all raised and gathered toward it.

Qin Ming gnawed his teeth and slammed into the burial witch master. Before the petals gathered around her, he clung to her and towed it to the side.

Whistling, the petals are whistling, and all of them are going to Qin Ming, but Qin Ming is holding the burial master of the burial, and violently rolling on the ground. If Qin Ming is killed, it will also be accompanied by a serious wounded sorcerer. In particular, her body is boiling like a river, and she can’t stand serious injuries.

When the burial witch master hesitated, Qin Ming gave her her clothes in a messy tear…

“Get out!”

The burial flower witch was struggling fiercely, and the delicate body of the ice and jade was never so abused by men.

“I can’t kill me, I will kill you! Come, let’s come.” Qin Ming’s limbs are like iron tongs, entangled in the funeral flower lord, even with a wheel, violently hit in the ruins, try to Do not give the opportunity to attack the petals, nor give her the opportunity to withdraw. The whole body is thunderous and raging with the strongest power. He groaned, groaning, full of beasts, the power of the whole body was desperate, and the power of tens of thousands of pounds was added to the delicate body of the burial witch, as if to break her life.

“Hey…”

The burial witch master faintly heard the cracking of his body’s bones. The internal injuries and external forces made her almost mad. She never had a wave of mood and finally rippled. She bit the shoulder of Qin Ming.

Qin Ming realized that it was not good, and almost forcibly reversed his body without thinking about it. This woman can’t be as mad as other women will bite people, there must be other attempts.

Sure enough, the sorcerer’s main tongue and a roll of a tongue condensed a petal and hit the shoulder of Qin Ming. If it wasn’t for Qin Ming’s subconscious evasion, the petal would pierce through his body cavity and pierce his internal organs. This is the case, the petals are still punched out from the back, crushing two bones, bringing a large piece of blood.

“Ah!!” Qin Ming screamed, grabbing her hair with her right hand and yanking it back, biting her mouth and biting her white neck.

“Oh…” The little turtle made a strange noise, and the eyes were all coming out. Oh, this action, this passion, this impulse, give you a bed, you can make a baby!