Chapter 148
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Under the black robe, the hands spontaneously stretched out, the palm encouraged the cyclone, and the Hengyuan monk flew uncontrollably to the death cyclone.
His eyes widened in pain, his skin dried up rapidly, his blood and blood passed away, and his face was in decline visible to the naked eye.
This familiar face, in the eyes of a little bit of decadence, towards death... Looking at this scene of Henghui, cruel face produced a little moved, his dark eyes are no longer cold and hard.
Bang... Hengyuan was thrown out and hit heavily on the well arm.
Henghui's left hand pressed down on his right arm, gritted his teeth and said: "don't kill him, don't kill my elder martial brother..."
his face suddenly became cold, bewitched and said: "Hengyuan is a martial monk, full of Qi and blood, just to make up for the injury... Don't you want revenge, don't you want revenge?"
Then, the cold expression disappeared, replaced by a painful struggle: "no, you can't kill him, he is my elder martial brother."
"Anyone in the world can be killed. Why can't you kill him?"
"Anyone in the world can be killed, but he can't. He is my elder martial brother and the person I respect most."
"What about Pingyang?"
"Pingyang..."
his expression was cold and painful, just like two different personalities arguing in the body. With the stalemate, the blood vessels of his right arm glowed red and kept fluctuating, as if breathing.
Henghui's subject personality seems to be suppressed, and coldness gradually prevails.
"Henghui..." Hengyuan's voice was tired, "I remember my elder martial brother taught you py... Ah, no, I recommend a book" red world fence ", written by Xianmo Meikai, a big sister. If you are interested in watching the female frequency, you can go to have a look. The writing style of the female frequency is exquisite, and the tearing force is very cool.
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Under the black robe, the hands spontaneously stretched out, the palm encouraged the cyclone, and the Hengyuan monk flew uncontrollably to the death cyclone.
His eyes widened in pain, his skin dried up rapidly, his blood and blood passed away, and his face was in decline visible to the naked eye.
This familiar face, in the eyes of a little bit of decadence, towards death... Looking at this scene of Henghui, cruel face produced a little moved, his dark eyes are no longer cold and hard.
Bang... Hengyuan was thrown out and hit heavily on the well arm.
Henghui's left hand pressed down on his right arm, gritted his teeth and said: "don't kill him, don't kill my elder martial brother..."
his face suddenly became cold, bewitched and said: "Hengyuan is a martial monk, full of Qi and blood, just to make up for the injury... Don't you want revenge, don't you want revenge?"
Then, the cold expression disappeared, replaced by a painful struggle: "no, you can't kill him, he is my elder martial brother."
"Anyone in the world can be killed. Why can't you kill him?"
"Anyone in the world can be killed, but he can't. He is my elder martial brother and the person I respect most."
"What about Pingyang?"
"Pingyang..."
his expression was cold and painful, just like two different personalities arguing in the body. With the stalemate, the blood vessels of his right arm glowed red and kept fluctuating, as if breathing.
Henghui's subject personality seems to be suppressed, and coldness gradually prevails.
"Henghui..." Hengyuan's voice was tired, "I remember my elder martial brother taught you py... Ah, no, I recommend a book" red world fence ", written by Xianmo Meikai, a big sister. If you are interested in watching the female frequency, you can go to have a look. The writing style of the female frequency is exquisite, and the tearing force is very cool.
Under the black robe, the hands spontaneously stretched out, the palm encouraged the cyclone, and the Hengyuan monk flew uncontrollably to the death cyclone. His eyes widened in pain, his skin dried up rapidly, his blood and blood passed away, and his face was in decline visible to the naked eye. This familiar face, in the eyes of a little bit of decadence, towards death... Looking at this scene of Henghui, cruel face produced a little moved, his dark eyes are no longer cold and hard. Bang... Hengyuan was thrown out and hit heavily on the well arm. Henghui's left hand pressed down on his right arm, gritted his teeth and said: "don't kill him, don't kill my elder martial brother..." his face suddenly became cold, bewitched and said: "Hengyuan is a martial monk, full of Qi and blood, just to make up for the injury... Don't you want revenge, don't you want revenge?" Then, the cold expression disappeared, replaced by a painful struggle: "no, you can't kill him, he is my elder martial brother." "Anyone in the world can be killed. Why can't you kill him?" "Anyone in the world can be killed, but he can't. He is my elder martial brother and the person I respect most." "What about Pingyang?" "Pingyang..." his expression was cold and painful, just like two different personalities arguing in the body. With the stalemate, the blood vessels of his right arm glowed red and kept fluctuating, as if breathing. Henghui's subject personality seems to be suppressed, and coldness gradually prevails. "Henghui..." Hengyuan's voice was tired, "I remember my elder martial brother taught you py... Ah, no, I recommend a book" red world fence ", written by Xianmo Meikai, a big sister. If you are interested in watching the female frequency, you can go to have a look. The writing style of the female frequency is exquisite, and the tearing force is very cool.
