Chapter 409: Demon Demon (1) Seeking a monthly ticket (1/2)

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The black-skinned snake did not give the monsoon smoke any breathing time. The snake head swooped and swooped over the monsoon.

The monsoon smoke flew and jumped away from the attack. At the same time, the epee trail in the hand went to the head of the black blood snake!

This embarrassment is like cutting a hard iron, not only causing no damage, but instead shattering the tiger's mouth of the monsoon smoke!

The blood of the silk ran across the epee along the mouth of the monsoon smoke, and the faint **** smell spread in an instant.

The snake-tail of the black-snake snake swept, and the monsoon smoked a sword with a sword, unloading most of the power, but it was still shaken out!

The teenagers on the side looked frightened and watched the monsoon smokes in a hard battle, and their expression became extremely dignified.

The three Liu Kai in the bushes, eagerly red-eyed, squatting down the two scared teenagers, rushed straight to the lake.

”Go to Grandma's grandmother, Lao Tzu can't put a wind and smoke and a black blood snake hard!”

Liu Kai three rushed out of the bushes all the way to the monsoon smoke, has bitten his fingers, ready to activate the destruction of the armor.

Of course...

The monsoon smoke raised his hand and looked at his cracked tiger's mouth. The bright red blood was printed on her eyes. There was no slight confusion in her eyes. When she raised her eyes again, her face was with a touch of laughter. .

She casually took the epee in her hand and made two strokes. The white tail of the sword was dyed with a few touches of blood. ”This thing is really not used.”

Said, the monsoon smoked a small hand, directly to the blood-stained epee to recover the space soul jade, raising his hand, but her hand has a slender sword.

That sword, only two fingers, the blade is as thin as a flap, almost transparent in the sun.

This sword was handed down from the monsoon smoker's door and passed to her by her father's hand.