Chapter 196 (1/2)

Staggering walked two steps, shuiqingyan some exhausted stopped, suddenly, from the group of dragon shadow body issued a sound. Shuiqingyan turns around, only to see a few moths fly away from the body of the Dragon shadow, with the smell of blood, like a guide to hell.

”Bad.” Shuiqingyan immediately mobilized the power of thinking, flew out 11 ice swords and shot 11 moths.

”I didn't expect that the Dragon shadow had a blood moth.” The water is clear and the face is silent.

The blood moth needs to be fed with blood. Once the host dies, it will break out and return to the mother moth. In addition, the moth keeper can also find out the cause of the death of the host by flying back the moth. Therefore, blood moth is also called memory moth.

After a move, shuiqingyan lay on the ground.

No, there's another one! Think of here, shuiqingyan suddenly jumped up, the Dragon shadow who was broken by him was still lying there, and in the distance, a bloody moth had already gone away.

Regardless of the emptiness of her body, shuiqingyan raised her hand in the direction of the moth's departure: ”the power of the wind!”

The moth swayed a few times in the air and flew away. In the palm of shuiqingyan's hand, the wind controlled by the power of thought gradually disappeared.

”No strength.” Shuiqingyan watched the moth fly away.

The moth flew over a mountain and was split in two by a light, which dissipated in an instant.

A slender hand, lost his sword, stepped on the body of a dragon shadow, slowly left.

There, close your eyes and rest for less than two minutes. Shuiqingyan then opens his eyes again. The wind brought her news, brought a lot of blood, far more than the people she just killed.

”Turn the tiger away from the mountain!” As soon as shuiqingyan opened her eyes, she couldn't care about her tired body and the power of thinking. On the one hand, she used the internal mental skill to gather her thinking, and on the other hand, she flew to the direction of seventeen.

On a hillside, shuiqingyan stopped. In her eyes, the seventeen motorcade is still safe.

Shuiqingyan was wearing coarse gas, and wring his eyebrows: ”it's not seventeen.”

Breeze, shuiqingyan looking at the front of the grass bending direction, suddenly turned. The smell of blood is behind, not in front. Is it Dongfang Qinyu!

Shuiqingyan doesn't move. She's not a kind person. If Dongfang Qinyu really dies, she won't have any uneasiness.

All of a sudden, there is the palm wind, accompanied by the taste of Chu Chen, shuiqingyan difficult side, avoid a move.

Chuchen vertical palm flat, toward shuiqingyan neck cut, shuiqingyan quickly back, chuchen fingertips across shuiqingyan neck, leaving a trace of cool.