Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

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Chapter 359 Disparity in Strength

At that moment, the dragon and the evil spirits and the cloud dance felt that the distant side was strange and strong.

It's him!

That night, they saw the Long Xu Guoguo, who was seen in the cave below the Hurricane Cliff.

I saw that the figure of the black robe was flashing.

Just clearly still in the distance.

There are not a few breaths, the tall black robe figure has already appeared in front of everyone.

"Hey!" The young man, when he saw the black robe figure, the mood swings eased a bit.

The dark black scorpion under the black night robes of the ink, the eyes of the young boy calmed down like water.

Turning hands, a black gas came out of the white robe under the black robes, shrouded in the body of the juvenile.

I saw that the young man was wounded by a dragon that could not heal through the wounds that could not heal.

"Go back, eat something!" The sound of the warmth, the cold came.

At this moment, it seems that there is a dangerous atmosphere in this person.

Only the dragons who are blocked from going to the road and the cloud dance are very clear.

In the face of this ink-night ice, they all have the feeling of trepidation in their hearts.

This ink-night ice is definitely not the enemy they can now face.

"Hey! They..."

The boy’s words have not been finished yet, and the white robe’s white hand is lifted up to stop him.

"I know, go back."

What the teenager wanted to say.

However, my body has become this appearance, and it is really necessary to go back and eat.

Therefore, after watching the cloud dance, I looked up.

Then he was swaying and quickly went towards the depths of the forest.

At this time, the face under the black robe of the ink-night ice slowly emerged from the black robe.

Pale face, without a little blood.

Inexplicable, giving people a kind of sensation of a cold body.

"That night, did you break into my underground cell?" It was still a tepid voice, asked.

At this time, the dragon is turning evil and the clouds are dancing, each in the direction of one side.

In the face of this ink night, there is a sense of crisis in my heart.

The cloud dance wants to open, but the dragon smashes the evil and preempts it.

"It turns out that the dungeons of the beasts of the beasts were actually made by the national teachers. I don't know, this thing, the dragon Xu Guoguo knows not!"

The sound of the dragon's evil spirits is like laughing and laughing, and it is not concealed. It is enough for the following Longjing Bridge to be heard clearly with more than a dozen students.

Not unexpected, the dragon is turning evil.

Let those students be a glimpse.

Wan beast door?

Where is that?

National teacher, also has an underground cell?

However, at this time, no one dared to say anything.

The cold night of the ice-stained ice looked at the dragon and the evil spirits. When he saw his golden dragonfly, if there was nothing like it, it would flash like a dark stream.

"It turns out that you are the one who knows the family!"

Long less?

Is the treasure that is spread all over the Three Kingdoms?

Longjingqiao and others heard that one by one was somewhat surprised, and sneaked up and looked at the dragon.

It is said that Long Shao has always been mysterious, even if he has seen him, he is covered with a half ghost mask.

But I never thought that the man blocked today is actually the dragon?

The dragon pours evil and hears the words, the mouth is outlined, and the evil spirits are full; "It seems that the skill of the national teacher is the same as the legend."

The bloodless lips of the ink-night ice also rose slightly. "Yes!"

Very normal conversation.

But in the next second, the cloud dance face changed.

"Be careful!"

Her voice has not yet fallen, and the other side of the picture has changed another scene.

The black robe figure, such as the ghostly ghost shadow appeared in front of the dragon.

The white hand was dyed with a black gas and directed to the dragon.

The action looks very flat and elegant.

However, it is too fast to be caught off guard.

The moment when the dragon’s face was sinking, the first time suddenly jumped and then flashed.

"hiss--!"

The clothes were scratched and the sound of tearing.

The dragon's belly clothes were torn open with a long hole, and a blood mark leaked from there...

Ink night ice is not attacking.

And just standing in the air in such a cold, the eyes looked cold and cold.

"This is, it will give you the wounds that caused me."

The dragon fell into the evil spirits and reached out to the lower abdomen.

When I saw the blood on the tip of my hand that was contaminated with black gas, the golden scorpion sinked deep, but the corner of the mouth was outlined.

I saw that his abdominal wound was stained by the black gas and it was cracked and could not heal.

This is the wound after the ink on the night.

What does this mean?

The dragon is very clear about what it is.

On the other side, the cloud dance sees this, and the bottom of my heart suddenly trembles.

damn it.

This ink night ice is too strong and too strange, it is not an opponent at all.

In the hands of the cloud dance, the black fire condensed into a black sword and was ready to go to the dragon.

But at this moment, the dragon’s eyes were swept toward her.

Stop her movements.

The old man said that her identity must not be known to the people of the Beast Gate.

Before, the dragon was also trying to stop the letting, so that she should not reveal the identity of the witch in front of the boy.

Why?

She really doesn't know.

But she felt that her witchhood would inevitably bring her unimaginable consequences before she became strong.

However, isn’t it like watching it?

Ink night ice eye corner, sweeping the eyes and dance.

At that moment, the cloud dance is locked in what it is, and the bottom of the heart is silent.

That feeling, as if at the beginning, outside the stone door of the beast door, what was stared at the strange feeling.

"You are a witch?"

A voice without any emotions spit out from the pale lips, as if it was a question.

Cloud dance brows wrinkled.

The dragon fell in love but his face was cold, and his heart was tight.

The epee in the hand is tight, and the golden gong is flashing in the cold; "Your opponent is me!"

I saw that the dragon fell in love with the words, and gave a look at the cloud dance.

The next moment, his figure has been flashing at a rapid speed, and the ice is coming to the night.

--go!

This is a word that the mouth is silent when it is said to be a dragon.

go?

He wants to let her escape?

Just, he is still there, where can she escape?

In the night, the cold eyes looked like the dragon who had attacked him. The darkness of his darkness was like a hollow silence, and he could not see a slight mood swing.

The moment when the dragon can pour the evil.

Under the black robe, the shadow is empty.

In a blink of an eye, his white fingers have caught the epee of the dragon.

Gently, one twisted.

"Hey!"

The sharp epee collapsed at that moment.

"Hey!"

Ink night ice is a backhand, the cut off the blade, and when it passes through the air, it goes to the cloud dance heart.

When the dragon fell in love with this moment, his face suddenly stunned and shouted; "Quickly open..."

The cloud dance face is also amazed, she also wants to go away.

but……

fast!

That is extremely fast.

Did not give the cloud dance any chance to dodge.

Even, there was no time to stir up the vindictive body.

"puff!"

Knife into the flesh and blood.

At that moment, the dragon's face turned into a momentary change, and the eyes were almost violent.

Cloud dance also feels that the flesh and blood are running through.

However, the next second, it makes everyone look dumbfounded.

The blade is in the flesh.

But a group of black fog burst into the heart of the cloud dance, suddenly burst out of her body.

Surprisingly black fog, the whole body of the cloud dance is covered.

Broken knife, the wound healed quickly...

When the ink of the night was seeing the black mist, the cold and pale face suddenly changed his face.

"Black, black... how, how is it possible?"

Ink night ice looked at the moment that was covered in the black fog on the cloud dance.

In the depths of the cold and lonely, finally, there was an unsettled unbelief, and the white hands clenched into fists.

impossible!

That has disappeared for thousands of years, how could it still exist...

However, the black fog, but how can not do it.

In her body, there is actually...

- Shantou, I am running away now.

At this time, the black and arrogant voice in the mind of Yunwu is a voice of forbearance.

Black Pride is now confined to the death gate, but he is forced to save her.

It is conceivable that it must suffer from it.

but……

But in the mind, the black arrogant voice fell, and did not wait for the cloud to escape.

The mood of the ink-night ice is like what is fluctuating, and the face suddenly twists and twists, and it looks strange.

In a blink of an eye, his figure came to the face of the dragon.

"puff!"

Did not give any reaction to the opportunity, the white hand directly through the abdomen of the dragon.

This scene is like being frozen at this moment.

Yunwu felt that all the movements were like a stop, but the eyes of the levy, the eyes of the dragon, and the dragons that were penetrated through the abdomen.

The heart is screaming.

The blood seemed to be cold at the moment.

The brain was blank, and her face was at that moment, and it was white.

"Let him go!"

The sound of the cloud dance is like the hoarseness and the coldness that is pulled out from the Arctic...

At this time, the ink ice is watching the clouds dance.

The dark fog of the current cloud dance body has faded.

However, it is still possible to see a strange and mad greed from his cold eyes.

"Hand over the power in your body."

That power?

Is it black arrogant?

Don't say that black arrogance can't be put out, even if you can pay, it will never be possible.

Seeing that the cloud dance did not move, the ink of the night of the ice was swept away by the cold, and the hand was forced to use it.

"puff!"

The dragon's face is white, and a mouthful of blood is pouring out!

But at the same time.

The dragon slashed the opportunity to break the epee in the hand and instantly penetrated into the crazy ink-like body.

"Don't worry about me, go quickly!" Long turned evil and turned his head and danced toward the clouds.

"Going into my eyes, she can still go there." The sneer of the ink on the night ice sounded.

I saw that the broken sword that pierced the body of the ink ice, melted under the black gas!

Yes!

melted!

And also at that moment.

The ink-night ice hand pulls back, the blood splashes out, and the hand turns the dragon to the evil.

Turned abruptly.

The black robe was moved in a strange way, and it flashed straight toward the cloud dance.

"Since you don't consciously hand it over, then I will do it for you..."