Chapter 591 (1/2)

They are all disciples of Lei mingzong!

Mo tilt dance now represents Lei mingzong!

It's not humiliating. What is it?

”Lord Chen has a heart!” Zhang Daokun was very satisfied with his smile. He took a look at Chen Qingbei.

He Qingyuan nodded: ”Lord Chen is good!”

”This is what I should do!” Chen Qingbei nodded his head as soon as he was happy. His smile was also full-bodied. Everything was tacit.

On the platform of douwu.

”Mo Qingwu, take my sword!!!” Zhang Xingxiao suddenly drinks it. His wrist is turned over. A merciless sword flies out directly. The formula of the sword is rippling, the light of the sword is flashing, and the meaning of the sword is enhanced. The sword is like chasing the light and lightning, the purple rhyme is clear, and goes straight to the wrist dancing with ink.

Mo Qingwu felt the danger, but he could not avoid it.

Her Xuanqi moves very slowly!

It's like the speed of an airplane is now the speed of a truck.

It's too far.

The speed of Xuanqi's movement directly causes her to not only have no way to lift her sword, but also to use her body method to avoid.

Next breath.

Hiss

Sure enough, Mo Qianwu didn't escape.

Zhang Xingxiao's purple long sword fell on Mo Qingwu's wrist. It didn't enter the flesh and bones. The green butterfly sword fell on the ground, accompanied by fast flowing blood.

Intense pain pervaded the whole body, and Mo tilted back again.

Zhang Xingxiao, on the other hand, is not in a hurry to take back the purple sword.

Ha ha

She wants to torture Mo Jiwu to vent her hatred.

Under the platform, those disciples of Lei mingzong can't see the extreme face one by one:

”grass!!! The sword has all fallen! ”

”Nothing but beauty.”

”There is only a pair of leather bags left!”

”It's a terrible strength.”

”This is also called the saint? And listen to the virgin

”I knew that I would not come. I was so angry. I went to fight. I did a good job in dancing!”

………………

Mo Qingwu is mercilessly mocked.

No one cares about her injury, her bleeding, only that she is not as good as Zhang Xingxiao, only that she lost Lei mingzong.

”No, not like that!” Only Xiao Luo's loud cry, desperate cry, and the strength of Mo Qianwu, she knew that it was much better than this. Something must have happened, which led to such a scene in front of her.

Unfortunately, no one cared about her cry, let alone took it seriously.

On the platform of douwu, Zhang Xingxiao smiled very brightly.

Listening to the noisy swearing and angry voice, they are all aimed at the Mo tilt dance, just like the soul fluttering to the cloud, which is beautiful and comfortable.

”Damn bitch, who let you and my girl rob men?” Zhang Xingxiao said with a smile, ”you deserve it too?!!! Do you think you are beautiful? ”

When it comes to beauty, Zhang Xingxiao looks at her eyes and then raises her sword again.

Shua!

The sound of the sword was harsh and bleak.

This sword, however, goes directly to the face of the ink tilting dance.

Mo Qingwu is so beautiful that Zhang Xingxiao is jealous. So, this beautiful face should be destroyed by his sword, isn't it?

After one tenth breath, Zhang Xingxiao's purple sword has reached the face of Mo Qingwu, which is only about three inches away from the beautiful face of Mo Qingwu.