Demon’s Diary

“Lin Lin“

After Liu Ming's spiritual strength swept up, he called out in secret in his heart.

On that day, he could have seen the blush with his own eyes. He had some impression of the smell, so he recognized it at first sight.

“But there is still a slight difference in breath and memory, and much weaker, which cannot be compared to what we saw in the day! ”

Liu Ming sensed a little more carefully, and there was a bit of confusion in his mind.

Weakened breath, that's understandable. After all, this should be seriously injured, but a little familiar in different parts of this breath, so what?

However, without waiting for Liu Ming to think more, his face suddenly changed and his whole body suddenly folded backwards at an incredible angular speed.

“Bang" sound.

A claw filled with purple red scales came from behind, passing through a glittering hole where the original chest was.

Liu Ming's posture remained unchanged, but his whole body shook, and he slipped out more than ten lengths at an alarming speed, which led him to stand tall again and look across the street in anger.

Seeing him standing, Heran went out of a red-haired, all-over purple scale, half-baked monster with a tail, looking at him cold with a pair of demonic eyes.

However, it is also surprising that the monster will fail to attack himself, apparently in a slightly different light.

“Red! No... Eh, Brother Shi!” Liu Ming witnessed this half-hearted monster, and his natural heart was shocked, but after carefully measuring the familiar color of three quarters of the monster's face, he again lost his voice and exited.

However, the opposite half monster obviously didn't have any old meaning with Liu Ming, suddenly his body moved and a vague disappeared in place.

Liu Ming was an experienced fighter. At first sight, the scenery was heavy, but there was an extra green sword in his hand. At the same time, his body dripped and slipped, and then he split his sword on all sides.

When a few green swords swept away towards the void around them.

“Pfft."

The blushing shadow appeared at a distance of three lengths on one side. When one claw lifted, he flew in and grabbed the sword and broke it. Then, after the fierce light flashed in his eyes, he suddenly stamped his foot, and one of them swung to the front of Liu Ming, one of his arms, he had to hold Liu Ming.

Roll

Liu Ming couldn't dare to be really close to the monster in front of him, he drank with anger, a black cord in his sleeve instantly came out, let the red monster pounce slightly, then the blue sword in his hand blurred, then cut out three swords at incredible speed.

“Bang," “Bang,” “Bang," three sounds later, so close, all three swords were firmly cut into the monster.

But a scene almost came out of Liu Ming's eyes.

This face is a bit like Ishikawa's monster. Although he retreated three steps in a row after the sword was cut, there was no blood spilling out of his chest except for the three pale white marks on the scales.

Not only that, the three chops of Liu Ming also seemed to provoke half a monster, his mouth shouted, the red flame burst out, and after another roll, it turned into a roll of firewall.

At the same time, the monster's body swung again, and yet another blur disappeared in the fire.

Liu Ming's pupils shrunk, did not see any movement, but his body slid backwards again. At the same time, the blue sword in his hand suddenly disappeared. Then two words shouted loudly, a dozen wind blades flashed and lasered out in all directions.

“Bang” muffled.

After the breaking of a wind blade, the shadow of the half-baked monster flashed again, but just a moment later, the rolling wall flashed one by one to the nearest front, and the other scrolled and drowned Liu Ming in it.

At this time, however, Liu Ming's wrist shook, and after a copper ring buzzed loud above, a clear tiger head appeared, followed by a white sound wave, knocking the firewall out of a large hole.

With his present power, the power of the tiger bite ring has been completely exhausted by him, then his body twisted, turned into a fictional shadow coming out of the hole, and after flashing, the ghost appeared more than a dozen years away from the monster.

This time, Liu Ming did not wait for that half to attack again, like a large enemy slapping the interlumbar leather bag. After a roll of Black Xia, the white bone scorpion appeared on the ground empty-handed and blocked in front of it.

After single-handedly pinching, the appearance of countless green silk flashes, his face was slightly twitched, turned into a green dripping armor, protecting most of the major parts of his body, then the void blue light flashed in front of him, a wind blade appeared thick and numb, just the sleeve trembled, turned into a dozen green light rushing laser.

Then Liu Ming's hands split one in one, and another giant wind blade emerged, but accumulated in a slight tremor.

Once or twice the monster didn't get his hands on it, he was already angry. Once he saw the other party, he actually attacked himself first. His heart jumped more like thunder. After twisting his body, he actually brought a series of phantoms straight up.

After the "Tinker Bell" rang, the wind blade blocked in front of the monster was actually grabbed by two paws, blurred and all, then slightly paused, and then planned to pounce again.

But at this moment, Liu Ming's eyes flashed a bright glint, his arms trembled, and the giant wind blade burst out a burst of laser.

The half-baked monster only felt the blue light flash in front of his eyes, and the giant wind blade reached nearby at an astonishing speed. Even if he wanted to escape with it, it was too late. He could only move his helpless two arms, crossing them in front of his chest.

loud bang.

Half a monster's body shook and the "slip” withdrew seven or eight steps in a row before stabilizing itself again. Then a drop of inky green blood fell.

The arms blocked in front of each other broke an elongated wound, but the contractions healed quickly after the red light flashed, as if they had never been injured at all.

Liu Ming couldn't help but be horrified to see this.

This monster actually has a giant wind blade in his hand empty-fisted, it seems that a general attack will not hurt it at all.

At this time, the half-baked monster was completely provoked. After a sudden blur in his body, he actually illuminated three ordinary shadows in situ. After a second move, he turned into three red shadows.

Liu Ming didn't even want to think about it, single-handedly, three wind blades came out of a flash of laser.

“Pfft," “Pfft," and "Pfft," all three wind blades were cut into red shadows, but bounced back at the same time.

At this point, Liu Ming couldn't help but slightly flashed.

And just a moment later, after one blur, the three red shadows had been bullied not far from them, but suddenly they were in shape, one mouth each, and the three clusters of purple red fireballs erupted.

The fireball was only fist-sized at first, but as soon as it flew far away, it “swept” and turned into a wheel-like size. It hadn't really hit Liu Ming yet, and a hot heat came first.

Liu Ming's face sank and the blue sword in his hand suddenly flashed. After swinging slightly, he chopped out six blue swords in one breath.

After “Boom” and "Boom” a few sounds, the six swords stood on three giant fireballs, just a slight pause, and the mud cow went into the sea.

The three purple-red fireballs are still coming under aggressive pressure.

Liu Ming did not see well. When his body moved, he lashed out to one side in a vague manner.

Since he can't resist, he certainly won't be foolish enough to resist in place.

And the white bone scorpion in front of it, one step ahead of the other, is not in the dirt.

But something surprised Liu Ming.

After the three giant fireballs "Boom Lung” sounded, the direction changed and continued to roll with him.

This time, Liu Ming's face really changed dramatically.

Only then did he discover that the three fuzzy red shadows stood still for a moment, but each lifted an arm and kept pounding into the void as if they had been remotely controlling the three giant fireballs.

Liu snorted low and twisted his waist and limbs. After stamping the ground with one foot, the direction of the forward suddenly changed and lasered towards the three red phantom shadows.

Three fireballs naturally roll around, just as closely.

“Looking for... death”

At first sight, instead of hiding, the three red shadows simultaneously made an obscure sound, and then the arms dropped, and then another mouth, the three elongated purple shadows flashed out, coming from different directions through the hole in the neck of Yanagi.

Fast, you can't even imagine Liu Ming.

Liu Ming shook his head wildly and could barely avoid two of them. The third flashed on a green vine protecting his neck, and his forehead was an elongated purple-red tongue.

“Pfft”.

Although the vine counteracts most of the power of the tongue, it still lets a hole pass through it, suddenly a light yellow symbol flashes under it when the eye is about to insert a willow neck.

It was Liu Ming who instantly inspired the armor he wore, and took the opportunity to blur his arms and grabbed the purple-red long tongue, but immediately felt a pain in his palm and the blood flowed out.

The long purple red tongue was actually covered with countless sharp meat pricks. He was immediately stabbed with a hand to bleed, and all the small holes in the palm of his hand were a black hair purple, and these meat pricks were still very poisonous.

But even so, Liu Ming's eyes didn't blink, let alone let go of his hand. Instead, the short sword in the other hand moved, a blue light flashed away, and the long purple red tongue was cut off.

One of the three red shadows immediately emitted a terrible scream, while the other two red shadows were blurred and turned into a slight red light breaking apart.

(Heh, third place is finally done, but the whole size is a little tranced!

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