Chapter 320 Dismemberment

The size of his body contrasted ridiculously. Mo Yeqing's real body was like a hill, but it was torn to pieces by the hard pliers on one side by the small Gan Ping. The only remaining pliers of Mo Yeqing stuck Gan Ping in the center and patted it to the ground crazily. Although Gan Ping's physical strength is stronger than that of Mo Yeqing, the gap between his figure is really too big. Mo Yeqing also had a rude nature under the pain. He stuck Gan Ping's waist and slapped him to the ground like a rag doll, making a shocking sound.

Another scream sounded, and Gan Ping's dusty hair flew into the air, looking at the howling Mo Yeqing with an angry face. Unexpectedly, he was caught by Mo Yeqing so much, which made him lose his face. Seeing that Mo Yeqing was eating and howling, Gan Ping leaned down again, passed by the tall body, and broke one of his scorpion legs with his right palm.

It's like a flying wind blade. Every time Gan Ping passes through Mo Yeqing's body, it will bring unforgettable damage to his huge body. In a few breath, Mo Yeqing's six scorpion legs, just like the scorpion tail, were twisted by Gan Ping, and the limbs were scattered on the ground, and Gan Ping's body was also full of that. Dark green blood.

Mo Yeqing twisted his disabled body and looked at Gan Ping like a god in the air. At this moment, he finally felt fear. At this moment, Gan Ping is like a killing puppet, his eyes are not as cold as strangers, and the meaning of cruelty and fanaticism is beyond words. This battle of great disparity in strength finally inspired the murder of Xuanmingzi and Fire Dragon buried in the depths of Ganping's soul. Heaven and earth are flood furnaces and everything is a ruminant dog, and there is no in the world who can't be killed!

The murderous and aweiled, drifting in the roaring wind, Mo Yeqing, who was covered with blood, was thrilled and a big mouthful. The previous strange cloth flag spewed out from the air. On the cloth flag, there was a blood-red bead with a strange light, hitting Gan Ping's chest. At this moment, Mo Yeqing finally thought of the word escape. The strength difference between the two was too big.

Although Mo Yeqing's cultivation and body have reached the high level of Jindan, his control and perception of power are still at the previous level. If he can calm down and understand for decades, he will definitely be able to fully control this body, but he has been extremely arrogant and kicked out by the elder of the family. How can he have this kung fu? Question mark He is fascinated by the world of flowers. At present, he is like a child sitting on a golden mountain but doesn't know how to spend money. He has the strength but can't apply it.

Escape, now, now! Mo Yeqing didn't have time to feel sorry for his magic weapon that came to save his life. With the help of his bleeding body, he waved the big pliers with only one side left and read the magic formula. Gan Ping saw that he had the meaning of escaping. At present, the mountain sword was already in his hand, and he shouted at the cloth flag with a fierce roar. The trapped beast is still fighting. Since Mo Yeqing took out this strange magic weapon to save his life, there must be something extraordinary. Be careful when you take drugs, and don't overturn the boat in the gutter.

The cloth flag was really strange. At the urging of Mo Yeqing's magic spell, it suddenly turned into dozens of feet high, from one to two, from two to four. In an instant, it turned into eight, eighty-sixty-four cloth flags and surrounded Ganping. And the blood-red jewels on the flag were sprinkled with a large area of red light, and the place where Gan Ping was located turned into a sea of blood. The sea of blood is surging, and the fishy wind is overflowing, as if it were real. The power of charming hearts and gods came. Countless rare treasures appeared in Gan Ping's eyes out of thinness, and countless beautiful women wandered in it, and their clothes were as thin as cicada wings.

After Mo Yeqing launched this array, he immediately supported himself and turned into a blood light and went straight to Shuofeng City. This set of blood sea flags can't trap the boy for long. Mo Yeqing, who had previously used this flag on Gan Ping, knew its effect on Gan Ping. He could only stop the boy and let himself escape as soon as possible. With lingering lingering heart, he forgot to look at Gan Ping, who was trapped in the array. Mo Yeqing swore in his heart that he would cut off the boy's head one day.

turned into a blood light, and Mo Yeqing rushed straight to the West Hou Mansion of the town. Even if he was seriously injured, he still did not forget the barbarian girl Nannan. This barbarian woman had already become his imprisonment in his heart. There was already a river of blood in the west house of the town. The poor prince Xiao thought that the rebellion was extremely secretive, but he didn't know that much he had done was seen by people. Without Li Xingye's position, Li Sanfu had already mobilized sergeants to secretly enter the city. It was only because he wanted to host a banquet for Gan Ping that he could not take the initiative to attack, but he didn't expect that the prince Xiao would come to the door.

Yao Sansheng hit the barbarian girl Nannan and poisoned all the crossbow soldiers. The victory or defeat of this battle has been decided. When Mo Yeqing returned, Wang Zixiao was standing behind the door with Nannan's delicate body in his arms and looking at the fierce fighting in the field. A pair of strange hands kept swimming in this beautiful body of the barbarian woman. Nannan, with a slightly pale face, ate and laughed from time to time, which was extremely ambiguous.

Just when Wang Zixiao was horny, a fishy wind blew around him. A huge pliers clamped his waist and immediately broke it into two sections. Before the barbarian girl Nannan screamed, she was wrapped in this strange wind and went straight to the hall. What a lustful Mo Yeqing, even if he was seriously injured, he did not forget to plunder the woman. His target was Li Yaoying standing in the hall.

The red-sored and bloody guards in front of the hall roared and raised their blades to look at the strange wind transformed by Mo Yeqing, but were overturned to the ground by the strange wind. Several people's faces were full of dark green. Obviously, they were poisoned and could not live for a long time. Li Yaoying's face was pale, and she looked at the strange wind sweeping at her in horror. She saw everything in the hall just now. The shameless appearance of the barbarian girl Nannan left a deep impression on her. You can imagine what kind of humiliation she would encounter if she was captured by Mo Yeqing.

The fire that scratched its ears and scratched its cheeks lay comfortably in Li Yaoying's arms. When it was full of food and drinking, it was about to sleep. It sensed that Mo Yeqing rushed to the little monkey's face with a trace of disdain for words. He curled his mouth and didn't know when a flash appeared on his hairy little paws. The shining iron rod rose against the wind and hit the head of the strange wind.

If Mo Yeqing wins with all his strength, Huoer will naturally have to face it with all his strength. However, at present, Mo Yeqing's breath is weak, and he is still rushing towards himself in a moment. Isn't it looking for death? The simple fire didn't know Mo Yeqing's rompous thoughts. Since this guy didn't know how to rush to him, he would give him a ride.

Maybe there is really a way of heaven in the dark. The last blow of the nine-tailed fire scorpion was hit viciously by the fire. At present, Mo Yeqing, who has devoured the long-lost fire scorpion, has also suffered such treatment. But at this time, the Juntian stick and fire were far from the time when they were on the southern mountain. There was a crackling explosion, and Mo Yeqing rushed out of the hall and disappeared without looking back.

Everyone stared at Li Yaoying lying in her arms, took the time to collect the fire and swallowed a mouthful of water, and the fire looked lazy, opened her mouth, and asked Li Yaoying for wine with a scoundrel face.

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