Chapter 1627: You are a demon! (2/2)
In the past ten minutes and a minute, Ning Qi and Ziyue Yanjun used their own fields of creation, and many tricks were passed. No one has the upper hand, although Ning Qi has such a sharp and inferior product as the Dragon Sword. In this world, the equal order of the spirit of the spirit is always equal to the power of the creation, and the purple moon Yanjun is the leader among the seven lords, and the two sides have handed thousands of strokes, you come to me. Going, I can't take each other for the time being.
”If you go on like this, you will be killed by it... Is this guy really not tired?”
Among the voids, Ziyue Yanjun has some asthma. Every time he fights with Ningqi, he has spent a lot of his mind and creation. His offensive is weaker than once, and Ningqi’s attack has not only weakened. Instead, it is higher than once, which shows that the other's endurance is above him.
”There are so great repairs in the creator of the second district, you can't let him leave here alive!”
In the eyes flashed a firm color, Ziyue Yanjun made a decision, his figure appeared from the void, no longer hidden.
”Is it just right?”
In the distance, Ning Qi's figure also appeared from the void, like a smile and looked at Ziyue Yanjun.
”It’s worth it to kill you and get the enchanting konjac, even if it’s a fall.”
Ziyue Yanjun faint road.
“Is it a fall?”
Not waiting for Ningqi to react, Ziyue Yanjun has already made a sneer, and on his skin, a black line is revealed. At this moment, his breath is constantly rising, and less than three times, it has exceeded The atmosphere of the previous peak, and still no stopping momentum, the breath is still rising!
The eyes of Ziyue Yanjun became crescent-shaped, and the muscles of the body were knotted. Unlike a normal human being, it seemed to be a giant beast that rushed out of the flood. Two sharp teeth were slowed from his upper lip. Slowly stretch out.
”Ning Beixuan, this is the ban of my Ziyue family. I have only used it once in my life. At that time, I used the perfection of the perfection of the French and the real world to kill a singer...”
The voice of Ziyue Yanjun became low, like a beast.
”It turns out that your purple moon family is a demon, not right. It is the existence of a half-human half-devil, commonly known as a shemale.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”You don't know the terrible thing about the ban. Now, I have to make a profit. I hope you wait a moment, don't beg me to spare your life.”
Ziyue Yanjun’s mouth was slightly raised, and the voice just fell. His body shape had already disappeared in the same place. When it appeared again, it had already arrived in front of Ningqi.
A boxing out.
Ning Qi's figure flew out like a cannonball, and fell heavily on the ground, plowing a trace of thousands of feet, which stopped the figure.
Ning Qi looked down and saw a deep depression in his chest. Even the emperor of the ancient emperor could not resist the other side’s fist. The bones had shattered, and some familiar forces were in his body. Raging.
This is... magic!
”You are not a shemale, are you a demon?”
Ning Qi looks to Ziyue Yanjun.