Chapter 213 Preemptive?

"Who is 'he'?" The man kept saying that he was guided by 'he'. Is it... the original poster here? Or that Yunxiao Yunxiang?

What is the secret place on the cloud?

"Bend, go quickly...ah!" Looking at the person who didn't want to leave him at all, Dongfang Yin felt that her situation was more dangerous than herself. He roared at the consequences of being strangled to death.

Looking at the nerd who died of suffocation due to sudden recklessness without any results, Dongfang only felt that it was one head or two big.

The man threw a rag away and slowly approached Dongfang. His smile spread from the corners of his lips: "I don't know who 'he' is, and I don't want to know. All I know is that 'he' can take me where I want to go.

A hand that blocked the man stretched over, then lifted his breath and jumped directly to the height of the man's head-to-face, raising his legs and aimed at the man's jaw. Three centimeters away was clasped by the man's backhand, and Dongfang could only face the man in an air position, waiting for his next move.

The man moved his feet away from his sight, showed half of his face at the little girl who had no threat at this time, and said viciously, "And you blocked my time from staggering the only chance. What do you think...what should I do with you?"

There is no time to take care of his brother-like helpless tone. Dongfang just wants to quickly end this dangerous form that can't be held to the ground with one hand, which can only further catalyze this scene: "There is more nonsense than just now."

After saying that, another suspended foot attacked the man again. The latter has been on guard against her every move, which can certainly be easily controlled. But before he raised his hand, Dongfang turned his second offensive strangely, retreated forward, and distanced himself from the weak at this time. The man's wrist suddenly twisted and hurt badly, but he found that the foot he grabbed with one hand was flipping in his palm with a difficult degree until he bounced off his clamp and fell to the ground.

The man moved his hot palms and listened to the crisp sound of the dislocated ankle. He laughed bloodthirstyly: "It's time to say that I underestimated you, but it's still too kind."

"I don't think so, because it hurts your self-esteem too much." He showed off his ability, and his eyes were not separated from the man at all. Move your toes to find the feeling of consciousness, and at the same time, your heart is dark, and there is no unsteady feeling of weapons in your hand: "Also, in the time you speak, it is also the opportunity for you to kill me!"

Preemption!

Looking at the speed of diving, the man slowly opened his arms, and a rootless wind suddenly rose. The three people's wide sleeves also flew over. However, Dongfang did not slow down the speed of attack at all, and the mysterious ancient martial arts of hand-to-hand combat only came to a tragic end.

However, the injury of the nerd... can't be delayed!

The fists and feet in all directions are not even tickling for the qi that covers the body. Rapidly retreated and stared at the steadily approaching man, Dongfang's fist hidden behind him trembled almost invisibly, and his forcibly calm legs also leaked the owner's emotions because of the shaking of the lines on the edge of his trousers.

The thin fists and feet were like the pain of hitting the rock, and she understood it again. However, the steady man did not give her a chance to breathe. No, he secretly gritted his teeth and took out the diamond crystal that was almost thrown away by the nerd from his arms.

But there is always no problem to delay time. The rest depends on whether Dongfang Amber can be smarter to think about this problem from the perspective of men.

Generally speaking, life has always been threatened. For her half-hanging child soldier, who has more and less than half a jar, it is undoubtedly a chronic suicide.

Both of them collided in adversity. The diamond crystal rubbed against the man's qi mask and stirred up bursts of sparks, which brightened the man's bloodthirsty smile and ignited the cold wisdom of the East when he was in the wind and the moon.

The time of half-pillar incense is enough to prove that the whole body can't fight against the master of internal breathing because of physical strength. The man looked down at the east that could not get up, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"The little girl is very tenacious." The words fell and made up his feet to the half-dead man.

The harsh cough woke up Dongfang Yin who fainted in the distance. The blood between his nose made his brain blank in an instant, and he could only crawl mechanically to the east: "Hist, stop... hand..."

"Ah!" Before Dongfangyin climbed to Dongfang's side, he heard the man who kicked happily shout in pain, and then burst out a series of rough words: "Bad girl, how dare you make a dirty move until now?"

The man covered his bloody right calf and curled up into a shrimp ball in the east. She pulled the hem of her clothes casually, wrapped it up three or twice, and walked to the front of Dongfang's body, squatting down and lifting Dongfang's hair. The pain made her ordinary and twisted facial features look a little horrible, but the man's eyes were just disgusted, and the strength in his hand did not drop her far away.

For a long time, I didn't hear the expected bad cry. Doubt flashed on the man's face and woke up at the same time. The colorless and transparent gas around his body surged more and more, blowing up his black hair and white clothes, and shaking away the clouds within ten meters around him. At the same time, you can also see what happened to you next...

"It turns out that there is a backhand." Looking at the little boy, who was almost the same age as the stinky girl, half carrying the east in the clouds with one hand, the man had contempt and disdain on his face. Although the little boy looked at him for a second, he did not show any flaws.

Long Yu withdrew his sight faintly and glanced at the person in his arms. Slight sigh: "I thought you could hold on a little longer." He glanced at a circle of people who didn't have a good place, looked at the man who moved secretly, and sighed: "However, the original plain appearance seemed to have been beaten too badly."

When he finished speaking, he raised the other empty hand and turned up the palm of his hand. Lips, slightly open and close the original. A mini whirlpool suddenly appeared on the empty palm, and the dark blue brocade sleeves floated. The whirlpool in the palm suddenly hit the man's discolored face as if it had received an order.

At that time, the mini whirlpool reflected in the man's shocked black eyes, with mysterious silver ripples. After being shocked, the man calmed down and did not panic and crossed his hands to draw circles. The transparent internal breath in the palm flipped, driving the clouds and fog all over the body to surge together. It's like an unpredictable storm under the fast camera.

After the loud sound of internal collision, both sides took a few steps back, and the inside was shaken by the shocking loud noise. Strong pressure on the throat was fishy and sweet, and the two of them closed in an instant, blinking and adjusting their breath. The breathing did not stop, and the second wave of moves surged again.

A few hectares, the rolling sound of mountain rocks. Then a touch of scarlet spewed out of the pale clouds, like the only red of Manzhu Shahua in the pale world, just for a flash!

"Why are you so handsome? The idiot is over there." He gave a look at the dragon's legacy, which was condensed and pretended to be wild, and the words in the mouth were really unbearable. Finally, he added: "Are you going to save people or let them go?"