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  Yang Ming's angry sword was not simple, even if it was just shot with his fingertips, the power was quite amazing, and the sharp breath hit his face.

   At the moment, he was unhappy and his face changed suddenly. He didn't expect that the boy who didn't look so big had such a strength. He lost his mind under Jingzhou. Although he retreated his hands in time with his many years of experience.

  However, Yang Ming's sword energy is so sharp, even if it is just a light stroke from his middle finger, a flesh and blood body, and is not yet a defensive soul master, the unhappy **** is cut off on the spot!

Snapped!

  The broken **** fell on the tabletop, visible from the smooth cut, Yang Ming's sword gas was effortless.

"what!"

   A scream, attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse.

   Seeing a contradiction between the two soul masters, the rest of the guests changed their faces slightly, hurriedly checking out and escaping from this land of right and wrong.

   The five fingers are connected together, and the pain of the broken **** continues to flow like tide.

Unhappy, his face was iron blue, he was biting his teeth tightly, and his masseter muscles were prominent, but he was also worthy of being an experienced soul master. He backed away and pulled away the distance from Yang Ming. At the same time, his teeth pulled the clothes and ripped a piece of cloth. Bandage the wound with the middle finger.

   "You stinky boy, irritate me!"

   looked at Yang Ming coldly, and he was not a good person. In the original book, he even wanted to do something indescribable by force and dance.

   At this time, the anger of the 46th level surged on the body surface, and two yellow, two purple and four soul rings appeared on the feet.

   Behind the unhappy, Wuhun appeared.

   The unhappy Wuhun is extremely weird. It is two pink semicircular covers, about the size of a bun.

   The moment the Wuhun appeared, he immediately floated on the top of the head. The dark-skinned man originally appeared with two pink Wuhun above his head. The more disgusting, the more disgusting.

   But I have to say that I am not willing to dare to play with Feng Baobao in public, naturally I have my own strength enough to reach the level of Soul Sect 46.

   The severe pain from the broken finger constantly makes the unhappy heart go crazy, even if it is destined to be wanted, it should be killed on the spot to vent his hatred!

   Thinking of this, the second yellow soul ring lighted up when the unhappy soul surged.

   Buzz!

As the unhappy soul ring lit up, the martial spirit floating up and down above his head continued to amplify, growing to a half-person size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and accompanied by a whistle of noise, he wanted to cover Yang Ming inside.

   Weird Martial Soul, Weird Soul Skill!

   But unhappy, since he dared to do so, it is certainly not groundless, with his plot in it.

   A glance in the corner of Yang Ming's eyes. Looking out of the window, he had seen the dark whistle arranged nearby. Obviously someone paid attention to this, and he hated the unhappy heart, but he dared to disturb his good deeds.

   "Sister Bao'er, interrupt my three legs."

   "Boss, let me rest assured!"

  Baby Feng slammed the table with a toe slightly on the stool, and the whole person swelled up. Two jade arms like lotus roots were lifted, and the powder fist clenched tightly, which was actually an attacking start.

   Not happy Hey smiled, a pair of eyes with a strange light, looked up and down on baby Feng, and now the two covers turned around to cover baby Feng's head.

   From Baby Feng, Unhappiness could not notice the slightest soul power, only as if she was a normal girl.

   Unhappy as a control soulmaker, once he is controlled by his cover, is he not allowed to knead?

   When I thought of tying baby Feng's graceful figure into a big flower, I suddenly felt short of breath, and a certain part of my body was just about to move.

   Unfortunately, unhappy dreams are destined to be just a dream.

   "Awe 18 styles, no discount for all work!"

   A black hair like a waterfall fluttered behind his head. Baby Feng's palms shot in unison, and in a moment it was a terrifying sense of thunder.

   "Flying Dragon in the sky!"

   In Bai Yu's palm, a stunning blue electric thunder blasted and flashed, and the fierce mess was a direct blow to the two covers!

The two hoods flew back at a faster rate than before, and they never brushed their cheeks on both sides. The edges were smooth and sharp like a blade, leaving two oblong blood marks on his dark face. .

   The whole person was stunned.

Only he knows in his own heart how powerful his martial spirit is. Under the influence of the soul technique, it is very easy to dodge, but it is quite difficult to blow off his martial spirit, even if he is superior to him. Soul Sect, he is confident to seize the opportunity to catch each other.

  But what did he see?

   The young girl in front of him was shooting his martial spirit with just one palm?

   If only this is the case, unhappiness can also use his own tricks to explain, without using all his strength to explain.

   But when he wanted to summon Wu Hun to come back for help, he felt that Wu Hun was getting out of his control!

This is how the same thing?

Unhappy just turned his head away, and the afterglow in the corner of his eyes saw Yang Ming as a flexible monkey. He crossed over from the table and stool blocking the road and touched his martial spirit with one hand, and a circle of gold rippled behind him. Ripples, a terrifying attraction, constantly absorbing his martial spirit!

   Lying trough!

  This young man is actually snatching my weapon soul?

   The scene in front of him directly smashed the three views of Unhappy for decades, so that when the baby's fist reached his front, he was able to recover.

   In the unhappy, horrified and scared eyes~www.ltnovel.com~ A white fist is constantly magnifying in the sight.

   Click!

   The sound of the bridge of the nose was suddenly broken, and a huge force led the unhappy person to spirally fly away, until it hit the wall, it fell like a skinny dog.

  Yang Ming just used the treasure of Wuhun King to take away the unhappy Wuhun, and a series of footsteps came from the door, gradually approaching this side.

   "Unhappy, this guy, when was he so tasteful, he came to the teahouse to drink tea?"

  Speaking is a very magnetic and thick sound. The standard baritone, if you just listen to the sound, I am afraid that it will have an irresistible attraction for women over thirty.

   "Isn't this guy a fancy girl, ready to be here in broad daylight, right?"

   If the first voice is very beautiful, then the second voice is the other extreme. The hoarse voice resembles a male duck, plus the insignificant content, which immediately gives people a disgusting feeling of falling into the fly pile.

   Hearing these two voices, the uncomfortableness in the semi-coma spurred on.

   Fortunately, his jawbone was not dislocated, urged some soul power that was reluctantly condensed, and shouted:

   "Lao Ge, Tian Ya, help!"

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