Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Zhu Xianyao is the sister of the family, the heir of the first rank, must not lose.

That's why he had to fight!

Hard!

For the first time, the protective cover appeared on Uncle XI, while the red tide swept, backward rushed forward, and made a positive impact with Zhang Tingyue and other people.

At the same time, attacks from Zhang Tingyue and others surged, and the two fierce forces once again hedged. Only this time, uncle Xi's desolation did not take advantage. The wind swept up and scraped in both directions. Zhang Tingyue and others, although shocked, shook back. Uncle XI's face also showed a rare redness.

The blow stopped him and consumed him tremendously.

Weird demon emperor combat vegetarians do not mainly focus on hard warfare, but rather use ignorance method to go to and from nowhere as the main mode of warfare. Not without the means to suppress all, but after all, it is not the norm. It can be done once in a while. It cannot be used for long periods of time.

But when he thought he had solved the problem, Zhang Tingyue realized something and shouted: “Attack that woman! ”

Clap your hands.

Aoki Palm, wrap your hands around it!

Under the palm of green wood, everything grew, thorns grew and branches grew, forming a green natural enemy, trapping Zhu Xianyao directly, making her unable to retreat.

Others also realized this, while attacking Zhu Xianyao, Zhongxiao brushed the ground, three consecutive blood bodies from different directions to Zhu Xianyao.

Uncle Xi was angry and shot three times in a row, striking at Zhong's 14th and 3rd blood parts. But he was not facing a Zhongxiao, and just as he took the Zhongxiao attack, more attacks came and went.

Originally these attacks, Uncle XI could have avoided 78 out of 10 at his speed, and the remaining two or three out of three could have easily resisted with his strength.

But now, 10% of the attacks are directed at Zhu Xianyao.

He can't hide anymore. He has to fight!

Boom!

The red tide swept, flooding and the eleventh uncle resisted the full impact of more than two dozen people with one hand.

Or Zheng Bashan.

Out of all these people, except Jong-14, she was the strongest attacker.

A wild punch on Uncle Eleven's back.

Boom!

The shield is broken.

Uncle Xi plunged forward and took a step, spilling blood at the corner of his mouth.

“Uncle Eleven!” Zhu Xianyao lost his voice and screamed.

This is the first time I've been injured in battle.

Though the next moment he pulled Zheng Bashan back, the blood in the corner of his mouth gave everyone a sense of confidence and showed them hope of victory.

So the attack became more aggressive.

They rushed up one after the other and flew out. But as long as he doesn't die, he'll come back.

It is clear to them that if they do not fight, they will surely die.

Uncle XI's face was calm and accommodating until the battle.

For him, the battle was simply a massacre. Apart from Zhang Tingyue, Zheng Bashan and Zhongxiao, these three people deserve a little more effort. Other people don't even deserve more effort.

This battle is a game in his eyes.

So he's got more than a swim blade, so he's got plenty of time.

But when the attack turned to Zhu Xianyao, everything became different.

In order to protect Zhu Xianyao, Uncle XI is exhausted.

Not only is it impossible to avoid attack, but sometimes even sacrifice yourself to defend against harm for Zhu Xianyao. Those minor injuries that may be insignificant to him may be fatal to Zhu Xianyao.

Under these circumstances, the situation has sharply changed and Uncle XI no longer has the advantage.

The gorgeous women and others also realized that it was wrong. The mistress was treated as a soft rib beating, and the situation was no longer the same as before, while rushing past.

It's just that although the gorgeous mothers of the Chen are also sexual, they are not the real demon royal blood. They are actually the children of the family. The blood is also the transplanted hybrid blood, so their strength should be lower. Most importantly, what happened to them was similar to what happened to Uncle XI, because Zhu Xianyao was not only the soft ribs of Uncle XI, but also the soft ribs of all of them!

Boo!

Another Zheng guard rushed towards Zhu Xianyao.

Even though the next moment he was slapped by Uncle XI and then his figure dodged Zhong 14's long sword, he was still cut over his arm by the sword.

Silk swords penetrated and eroded his body. With this level of swordsmanship, Uncle XI could have solved it on his own, but now he doesn't even have time to solve it.

Because Jiang Tao had rushed to the side of Zhu Xianyao, one hand broke her block and the next hand pressed towards her chest.

Uncle Xi was like a ghost, disappeared empty-handed, appeared directly beside Jiang Tao, and pressed his hand against Jiang Tao's back.

“Ah!" Jiang Tao cried, spitting a large mouthful of blood on his back, spraying Zhu Xianyao's full face. Then he broke his arm backwards. If he had no bones, he pushed it out behind him. He punched Uncle XI in the chest, and the red tide appeared in front of Uncle XI, blocking this palm. Then he punched Jiang Tao in the chest, blowing a big hole in his chest, even smashing his heart.

But in order to kill Jiang Tao, he also missed the opportunity to escape the attacks of Hung Ming and Zheng Bashan behind him.

At that moment, Uncle Eleven looked down and made a strange noise in his throat. The blood fox shadow reappeared behind her, if there was substance, suddenly a roll, hit Zheng Bashan, hanging her arm and pulling off her arm again. He would rather be knifed by Hung Ming than punched by Zheng Bashan. Although this woman is only the peak of Kaiyang, her strength is no less than the average master of shaking light. She is an absolute genius in battle.

Meanwhile, Hung Ming's knife has fallen behind Uncle XI. Just moments after the knife was accidental, Hongming's knife burst into the body of Uncle XI, suddenly blowing up a piece of blood.

“Ow!” Uncle Xi shouted painfully. He was hit by Hung Ming with his opposite hand. The red tide surged and he flew out.

Only this blow by Hung Ming still caused him the worst injury since the war, blowing up a horrible blood hole in his entire back.

Why didn't you expect Hong Ming to launch such a powerful attack? Uncle Xi was furious and angry.

Hongming threw up on the floor, and hey hey laughed: “This is what happens when you underestimate me! ”

As a nobleman, who hasn't ordered the bottom of the box?

You underestimate your opponent, you are doomed to pay a terrible price!

After completing this blow, Hong Ming could not climb up for a moment. On the contrary, Zheng Bashan continued to walk without a trace. His broken arm grew up again, like an indestructible little Qiang. Just look at her again and you'll see that this woman seems to have lost a lot of weight this time around.

She looks fat now, but she's no longer that inhuman feeling.

At this moment, he climbed up, the tiger roared and rushed out, another fist with no return, there was no return, and hit Huang Long directly.

Look at Uncle Eleven and block him again.

At this moment, a samurai rushed out of the slash and held Zheng Bashan: “Dead Guardian! ”

Zheng Bashan was furious, his hands slapped on the back of the samurai, the samurai sprayed blood, but he held her in his arms.

Zheng Bashan stretched out three palms and hit the top of the samurai's head. The samurai practiced some iron head work or other source technique, but it didn't break apart. Only his face was full of blood, he stared dead at Zheng Bashan, and then gradually lost his breath. Even if he died, he wouldn't let go. Zheng Bashan kicked him off on three legs in a row.

At this brief moment when she was trapped, other samurai and Chen and others also fought to defend Zhu Xianyao.

Uncle XI counter-attacks.

This is his last chance to fight back.