Chapter 703 (1/2)

The rain is falling, the leaves of the trees are dripping down the water drops, and everything seems to be enjoying the drink…

Su Lizhen’s standing in the rain, the clothes were wet and messy, and the wet hair on her cheeks was tightly attached. The tears flowed down quietly, mixed with the rain, and it was unclear which were rain and which were Tears, she looked at Xiao Luo who stood up reluctantly, unable to do anything, she could not do anything, leaving only silent sobbing.

Vajra’s eyes were also red, and he was covered in blood. Xiao Luo, who was a sword wound, was like a hero who had reached the end, only endless bleakness.

“Wang, kill him, kill him!”

Curissa loudly urged that for Xiao Luo, he is now full of fear, Xiao Luo has become his nightmare, such a nightmare must be shattered as soon as possible, he does not want to have something to fear.

Looking at Xiao Luo in expressionless, then stepped out and came to Xiao Luo.

“Why stand up? Can’t you lie well?”

The voice was very cold. He was thinking that if Xiao Luo didn’t stand up, he would give up. Even if it was the great demon in the witch’s mother’s prophecy, he also planned to let him go, but he would have to stand up and provoke him. Wang Wei, he can’t do it even if he intentionally releases water.

Xiao Luo’s consciousness was all restored. He fearlessly stared at the white clothed man in front of him. He coughed a few mouthfuls of blood and said, “Why… can’t you lie down?”

“I am lying?”

Brows slightly wrinkle, “Do you think you can fight now?”

“I think… can!”

Xiao Luo’s last voice was like a roar, his hands and feet could not be used, and he ran into his head with his head.

However, Yin Wan’s Yinhua rose sharply, and Xiao Luo’s collision did not matter at all. Instead, it was Xiao Luo, the forehead was splashing with blood, and the whole person was dizzy and stepped back, eventually standing unstable and falling over with rain. On the ground.

Weak, sleepy, and painful!

Xiao Luo lay on the ground and couldn’t struggle for a while, and couldn’t move any more.

“You are very strong, but unfortunately, you are meeting me.”

I walked up, indifferently said, “I am stronger than you, but you don’t know how to forbear, you are destined to die today. In addition, our Guangzu and your Xiao family were hostile relations thousands of years ago. I should have forced you. Say the whereabouts of other Shaws, but I don’t plan to do this. I am only killing you today!”

Xiao Luo sneered a few times: “Then I…have to… thank you?”

There was no sound, and the sword that was sheathed was slowly squirted again. The killing intent condensed at the tip of the sword. This sword, he was ready to pierce Xiao Luo’s head, and pierced it from the eyebrow…

“stop!!!”

Su glass tears the yelled, at the same time, a sacred and inhumane defiance of pressure in this space.

Curissa and Vajra, as well as JC in the distance, looked at her incredibly big eyes. At this time, she was stunned with Yinhua, a pair of purple and beautiful, like a Revered Divinity, only far away. View, not swearing.

“Holy…His House of the Lord…”

Curissa was surprised to say that he was really puzzled. It is reasonable to say that the Lord did not restore his memory and could not awaken the Holy Power. But what is the atmosphere that makes him unable to stand up to worship? Doesn’t the Holy Power awaken need to restore memory?

The meditation stopped, and looked back, looking at the Su glass.