Chapter 117 Fight 1

It was really a wrong choice to follow him to the Rong family.

Shui Yi sensed the evil breath and ran quickly to the front.

A white figure flashed, and she only felt a flower in front of her, and she was blocked.

"Shuiyi, where are you rushing to?"

Under his heart, Shuiyi turned around, but there was a smile on his face, "Yo, who is this? The little face is haggard, really like a dissatisfied deep boudoir."

Hua Sirong's face stiffened, and the anger in his heart rushed up. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. You don't seem to understand people's words," Shui Yi said apologetically.

"You!"

"However, I really didn't expect that you hooked up with each other. Miss Hua is really bold. She actually got along with this kind of person." Shuiyi looked at Rong Fanshu and was very disdainful.

"You made me miserable, do you know!" Hua Sirong's face was a little ferocious, "Take you back first, and then settle the account well!"

Shui Yi was even more puzzled, "Did I hurt you? We don't know each other. Why did we hurt you? Are you brain-damaged?"

"Shut up!" Hua Sirong roared, "Catch her back."

After Rong Fanshu heard this, he stretched out his hand, and his palm showed a claw-like posture. The wind of breaking the empty palm rushed to his face, stirring up some ripples in the air.

It's worthy of being a senior faction of the Rong family. This palm power looks really strong.

Rong Fanshu's hand went straight to Shuiyi's face, and her face couldn't help sinking again, not because of Rong Fanshu's palm, but because of the bottle waving quickly next to her.

White, yellow, dark blue, a pile of powder that doesn't know anything is poured and rolled back and forth by Huas velvet. When you turn your hand, wave your sleeves, yellow and white rolling, blue and black entanglement.

A dangerous hunch appeared in her heart. Shui Yi only had time to avoid Rong Fanshu's palm wind. It only took a few seconds. Seeing the belated Rong Xueru over there, the other party came another helper.

The feet were slightly staggered to avoid Rong Fanshu's successive attacks. Shuiyi's expression was extremely impatient. The fierce color flashed by, and several long and thick ice needles appeared in front of Rong Fanshu.

The hand that didn't have time to take it back was stabbed with a big wound by the ice needle. After a pause, Rong Fanshu saw that Hua Sirong was almost healed, and his face was also fierce. She resisted the tingling sadness and waved it to her again.

Shui Yi no longer paid attention to him. At this time, he could no longer hide his shortcomings.

As soon as the idea moved, several rolling water columns blocked the periphery of Shuiyi, with a 360-degree all-round defense.

No longer paying attention to Rong Fanshu's attack, something like an arch bridge appeared in front of Shuiyi. Of course, it was colorless. The rolling and strong arch bridge was slowly condensed, and it became more and more solid. After shrinking by two-thirds, it circled Shuiyi.

0.000 After a few seconds, the dark ink-like fog flew to Shuiyi.

After a burst of fog flashed, the place where Shui Yi was originally standing was empty.

"Puff!"

Hua Sirong spit out a mouthful of blood, and a cold dagger in her lower abdomen was inserted on her body. The coldness of the dagger stung her body. The wound that had been stung was also a little changed, as if it was getting bigger and bigger.

Rong Fanshu's face also changed, and the dagger actually moved.

Before he could think about it, Hua Sirong pulled out the dagger, and the splash of blood stained the ground.

Su Su, who had been watching them fight, saw the dagger, and her face changed. The dagger was not only sharp and thick, but also had four sharper, cooler needles like thorns on both sides.

This water is too cruel.