Chapter 274 Live and fragrant

The airflow roared from Xiong Ren rushed away the flying colorful butterflies, and hundreds of flying butterflies broke to pieces and died in the powerful air storm.

Two branches of apricot blossoms emit a strong red light in the air, driving groups of colorful butterflies to fly, still impacting on the hero.

When Zi Xiongren thought about going on like this, even if he was not killed by the colorful butterfly picking flowers, he would try his best to die. He casually howled, "Who cares about the fallen leaves and three autumns?"

The general idea of giving Xiong Ren is that he is an outdated yellow cauliflower! Ah! No! No! It hasn't been spent by women for a long time. It's not easy to spend, oh! The old man is still a half-woman, and there are flowers to pick! The butterflies can't be picked together. Can they stand it?

A pomegranate flower has sensed the mentality of the main popularity, right! This is a cold yellow cauliflower. The female wind is no longer, the male spirit is difficult to continue, and the person is not like a human. It is the true portrayal of the male and female!

A group of colorful butterflies, and the yellow flowers that you still come to pick are about to wither! Why don't you fly back!

Well, the flowers and branches are decaying, and the yellow leaves are falling. In the cold three autumn years, is it possible that there are still flying butterflies?

A pomegranate flower released a cold airflow, which led to a cold cyclone nest, which came overwhelmingly to save the owner's life. It has been exhausted!

A group of colorful butterflies were attacked by a cold current, and they died a lot. They turned their wings together and flew elsewhere!

A pomegranate flower finally solved another big danger for the master and saved Xiong Ren's life.

Give Xiongren brushed by the god of death, and then felt gratified. At the critical moment of danger, Feihua tried her best to pull herself and escaped the presence of the god of death.

Zhang Huimei doesn't want to let go of this yin and yang man. The two branches of apricot blossoms can't be killed. Even if she is ashamed to death, she will be ashamed of these two surnames to death. She said harshly, "No one looks at her."

"Buzz!" Buzz!" "Buzz!" When Zhi Xiongren heard this, his head swelled with a beep, his blood veins were open in vain, his chest was stuffy and swollen, and his heart rhythm was disordered.

"Boom!" With a sound, Ci Xiongren finally couldn't support it. He fell down and burst open, rubbed his feet a few times, and died under the wall on the spot.

"Wow!" A pomegranate flower flew aimlessly, and a shadow rushed out of Mount Tai and flashed into the vast wilderness.

You said, did Ji Xiongren be killed by Erzhi apricot blossoms? It doesn't look like wow! So, how do you braid your braids?

It turns out that no one can see the live fragrance of Xiongren, yes! I was originally a lively and beautiful woman, but I was doomed by the milk peak cut*. The two treasures on my body were removed together, so I didn't have much fighting! What's the point of living?

You might as well think about it! Many men fell under their pomegranate skirts. Without a straight and soft *, they became a flat airport, and two steamed buns were empty! Who will like it?

Besides, if a * is castrated, then even a woman will be abandoned. In this way, men ignore it and women will not pay attention to it. How can he live? He has become a useless person alive. He is not a complete release from death. He can't stand the heavy blow of shame and anger. His head congestion is intensified, and his chest burst. After driving, he fell to the ground, and finished his life of yin and yang, drawing a bloody end to the life of sin.

Besides, Ling Feng is chasing and killing the pomegranate flowermen. The head of the Red Flower Club returned to the foundation, and he hurriedly got up to the front to stop it.

At first sight, Ling Feng rushed up with an old man with white eyebrows. He looked like a 50-year-old, with crane hair and a childlike face, clear face and pale bones. He was white and fat. He was an old man with excellent power and energy.

Guiji scolded in a hurry, "Little Qingtou, you have profound skills, just chase and kill the people of the Red Flower Club, look at the palm!"

Guiji shook his hand first and clapped his palm. The red light rolled in circles, rushed out a series of fireballs, and threw them at Lingfeng one by one, no less than a few hundred.

"Oh!" Sneer!" "Oh!" The fireball flashed with red light, making a shrill sound, covering Ling Feng's body from all directions from the air and the ground, and rushed away.

Ling Feng also shouted, "Old boy, good to come! To eliminate evil, everyone in the beggar gang must follow it. This is the principle of this gang, and it must not be shaken at all.

Ling Feng stretched out his hand and clapped his palm. A red light rolled up the flares, and the wind was strong, hitting the rolling fireball.

"Shh!" Shh!" Shh!" The red light was shining and dazzling, and the fireball was thrown at the fireball.

"Bang!" Bang!" "" Bang!" (Bang!" The red light hit the fireball, and a flame rushed straight into the sky, and the temperature rose to more than 100 degrees Celsius. The air smelled of scorching, and a stream of fire poured to the ground, which made the earth hot and spray fire, and the steam of the rivers and lakes rose.

Guiji felt that his arm was as painful as a bone. He raised it again, as if it was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He gritted his teeth and stretched out.

As soon as Guiji thought about the good guy, how young people have super-flowing energy. After a try, he knew it. It seems that the other party's little green head is the rumored outsider in the world - Ling Feng, the big nemesis of the Red Flower Club, even killed Feng Motou and Chi Tuyan, and then defeated Yin, the owner of the flower of the Red Flower Association. It is obvious.

This time, hum! Outsiders are hit by themselves, and there is no good fruit to eat. They can't eat it. After a try, it's nothing more than that! It's a little lower than myself. Although his arm is like lifting a stone, Ling Feng is not as good as that.

Sure enough, Ling Feng slapped Guiji, as if his arm bone was broken, and the pain came in waves.

Ling Feng looked at the old boy with his eyes, and he also grinned, and his face kept shaking like twitching. It can be seen that he also felt sore.

Although Ling Feng is not as deep as the basic energy, he has even practiced with Zhang Huimei, and he has a mysterious magic skill on his body. He estimated that the other party did not have a moment and a half. If he did not adjust his power and restore strong energy, he did not dare to attack lightly.

Ling Feng adjusted his power and quickly integrated the underworld magic skill hit by the other party in his Dantian field. He operated all over his body for nine weeks, fused with the Xuanming magic power, and entered the blood to absorb his own energy.

The pain in Lingfeng's arm is immediately relieved. On the contrary, his power has improved, and he has benefited a lot. He is waiting for the other party to recover his power energy, and then takes action by himself.

Ling Feng is not in a hurry to fight back. He first find out the details of the other party, and then give a heavy blow. He does not fight an uncertain battle and strives to know himself and the enemy, so that he can not be defeated in a hundred battles. This is the experience summarized in the long-term fierce battle against the demons.