Chapter 33 on the stage 5

Under the gray moonlight night, Kowloon's figure is like a shadow and hazy. The strong golden light swallowed different, and a golden sky shadow slowly formed, wrapping his body, towering high, breathing like thunder, condescending and looking at the world.

Kowloon's eyes are as bright as thunder. Suddenly, the big hand stretched out, and five fingers trembled repeatedly. The five fingers were like swords, straight into the blue underworld. The golden true wind was furious, and the two-meter-long golden sword was like a suddenly open angry lotus, slowly opening, permeating the whole night, and the powerful momentum suddenly burst out.

The golden light of the five fingertips soared into the sky, each shooting a handful of golden light, which melted into the wind and became ten fingers wide, side by side like five golden swords, inserting into the sky into the clouds. Jiulong bent his right hand and flicked his fingers. Buzz! With a soft sound, the five golden swords pounced and turned into golden light all over the sky, cutting and inserting, stabbing the void and blowing up the air. Forming a series of golden nets, like a crisscross.

The Kowloon Sword refers to a large and one-person-high boulder ten feet away. With a click, the boulder burst, and the golden light in the sky gathered like rain, like thousands of powerful bows, and the flying locusts roared endlessly.

Boom!

Paris's men were not slow, and the surging flames spewed out desperately. The figures shook and flew up and down. They resisted the sword attack and gravel attacks launched by Kowloon one after another. The sound of bombarding was endless. Paris swung his huge sword, and the red two-handed sword rotated like a flywheel, jingling to resist. The attack of gravel, the fierce momentum, cut through all obstacles and bombed countless gravel one after another. The gravel flew, the dust fluttered, and the sand grains splashed. A huge boulder completely disappeared and turned into tens of millions of dust.

In the red fog, the fire was bright, and a cold drink came from the firelight. Between the flames, the Lisbon people came out of the inside. The red true spirit kept lingering, and even the armor on his body became red. The front finger of the giant sword, and the red sun rose. Paris with rough eyebrows went down to earth like a fire god. About 40 years old, his head was inserted with a fire crown. He was towering and silent as a mountain. When he spoke, he just It is as big as a bolt from the blue.

"Come on!" Paris suddenly roared, and the huge sound waves rippled in circles, and a strong momentum spread. Wherever they went, the flowers and trees were exhausted, and everywhere was shocking.

Suddenly, the red sun rose, the hot light shone on the earth, and the hazy earth suddenly became clear, like the day, with Paris shouting, "The flames burning the sky, shining on the world!"

With a bang, the huge fireball attacked like a magic bullet. The wind and clouds changed color. The place where the fireball passed exhausted a hell on earth, and everything turned into flying ash!

"The sky is in the sky, stepping all over the world, reigning over the world, and set the universe!" Kowloon suddenly jumped and kicked. A bounced and was empty. Suddenly, the golden horse soared into the air and suddenly stepped down. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, the air was distorted, and the space trembled.

Boom——

The fierce roar resounded through the world. At this moment, Kowloon is like the emperor who reigns over the world. With a golden horse, it will determine the universe! The scorching sun collided with the golden horse and burst into a brilliant light, gorgeous as fireworks, but burst into a devastating storm.

At this time, Paris was shocked. He was surprised to see that Jiulong and himself had a hard regret, and he was ready to make a powerful killing move, but it was blocked by Kowloon's attack, especially the strong momentum of Kowloon's attack, which was even more stable. It's better than myself!

Puff——

Blood soared in the air and shot up. Kowloon swept backwards like a broken kite. With the help of the force of counter-push, Kowloon retreated like a flying swallow and blinked and disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, a sound resounding through the sky and earth rippled, "Paris, tomorrow to lead the stage again!"

With the silence of the sound, the night sky returned to calm again. At this moment, it was silent, like a dead world. There was no insect and cicada name, no pond frog cooing, and there was only Xu Liangfeng, bleak.

Plop!

Paris knelt down with a plop, poofing, and a mouthful of blood shot out. He gently touched his lips, with an unbelievable look, and muttered to himself, "Six-level martial artist, how could there be such a powerful attack? If I hadn't tried my best to suppress the injury, I'm afraid I would have become the laughing stock of Loxus!"

A big mouth of blood spit out from Paris's mouth. Paris knelt on the ground like that, covering his chest with one hand and holding the ground with the other hand. He supported it with difficulty. After a long time, his expression eased a lot. Then he sat cross-legged his knees, imprinted with his hands, closed his eyes to refresh his mind, and slowly repaired his disabled body.

The time passed slowly. After more than half an hour, Paris spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then recovered. He opened his eyes with difficulty. His face was a little pale, and he slowly meditated: "What kind of freak is Roxus? Why is that golden fighting spirit like a maggot of the bones, entering the human machine? The body can actually devour the fighting spirit and strengthen itself, so as to attack the inner abdomen more surging!"

"It is inevitable to fight on the stage tomorrow, but tonight I will suffer this internal injury, which is really like adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury. I hope I don't meet a powerful opponent tomorrow, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

On the attic, the shadow flashed, and Jiulong brush fell down, gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and sighed slowly: "It seems that the seven-level warriors are not comparable to him. At least he is not sure enough to defeat. Tomorrow, all the warriors of Allen Manor are eligible to participate in the challenge. This is a thousand years. A rare opportunity, you have to get the opportunity to go out anyway!"

Squeak——

The door was gently opened, and Jiulong was like a ghost messenger. He flashed into the door, quietly took off his shoes, slowly went to bed, and looked at Mesomea's sleeping face. Jiulong had a happy smile in his heart.

Kowloon hugged Mesomea tightly and gently breathed Mesomea's body fragrance. The nervous heart of the war just now gradually calmed down. In his eyes, Mesomea was his only one. He gently hugged Mesomea in his arms and felt the heartbeat of his beloved, and all his troubles were completely abandoned. Back of the head.

"Kowloon, where did you go just now?" Mesomia suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Jiulong's face affectionately, breathed Jiulong's body temperature, and said softly.

"Mesomea, why are you awake!" Jiulong looked at the person in his arms, said slowly, rubbing Mesomia's exquisite body, and his infinite affection was in silence.

"You just left, and I woke up!" Mesomia said quietly, "Kowloon, promise me that you will come back to me. I will wait for you until the end of time and the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten!"

"I swear!" Jiulong hugged Mesomea's delicate body tightly and said solemnly, "Anyway, you are my beloved. You are all I have to do nothing for you!"

Listening to Jiulong's solemn words, Mesomea gently raised her head and looked at the delicate face close at her, with an infinite happy smile on her face. She could feel Jiulong's sincere heart. She couldn't help sending her fiery red lips up.

The two gently hugged and kissed, intertwined, sucking each other's sweet fruit of love. The two slowly fell into infinite warmth, their clothes became wider and wider, and the red waves were turned over, with a gentle gasp and a slight moan.

Mesomea's soft and delicate body tightly wrapped around Jiulong's body, turning over the clouds and rain, gently caressing the exquisite curves. Her strong body shows infinite masculine beauty, deep over and over again, burning ** burning like a fire for a long time.

Time passed slowly, but the enthusiasm of the two did not diminish. Jiulong was like an invincible mansion, sprinting over and over again, dragons and phoenix intertwined, and the two moaned loudly, venting infinite pleasure.

After a cloud and rain, the two snuggled together, and their perfectly fit bodies hugged each other tightly. Seamlessly, Mesomea gently beat Jiulong's chest and said shyly, "Kowloon, from now on, I will be your person!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong kissed Mesomea's smooth forehead and said tenderly, "You are my lover, you are all I have. I will protect you with my life!"

"Hmm!" Mesomea nodded obediently, and then Mesomea suddenly broke away from Kowloon's arms and said seriously, "Kowloon, are you going to go on an expedition with my brother to Chicago Tesses!"

Jiulong was silent and didn't say a word for a long time. Mesomea looked at Jiulong with distress and rubbed his resolute face, "Kowloon, go. In fact, I know that if you don't go, my brother will ask you to go. He promised us to let us fly away. Unfortunately, his wife Boni But Ya blocked from it. It's not easy for you and me to fly away!"