The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Immediately followed by Zhao Xiong's angry, angry and unwilling roar: “No, my Dantian!!! ”

Over and over again, the wound is torn with precision, over and over again, in disregard of the attack of its own injury.

Finally, the seven swords in Muyan's hand stabbed Zhao Xiong's Dantian.

Zhao Xiong's eyes fluctuated, looked close to him, revealing a lazy, cold smile, just felt the blood all over her body cold.

Is this Ye Liangchen, Lord of the Six Stars and Pharmaceutical King?!

Terrible!

Her strength, her talents, her swordsmanship, her talents, they're all terrible!

Is he going to die today at the hands of such a little girl, Brother Kim Dan?

Zhao Xiong's eyes were unhappy and twisted into madness: “No, I will not die in the hands of a Jindan. ”

“Even if I die, I must bury you!! ”

“Hahahaha, Ye Liangchen, go to hell with me!! ”

Just after the voice fell, Zhao Xiong suddenly took the sword and stabbed himself into Dantian, who had already been injured by Muyan.

The next moment, a powerful suction comes from the sword.

Zhao Xiongdan's only remaining spiritual power rushed wildly toward the sword capture.

Even Mu Yan felt his spiritual power move silly, like it was going to come out with the seven swords that stabbed Zhao Xiong's abdomen.

Mu Yanlin felt the pain and flew quickly back when the time came.

When she stood up and looked at Zhao Xiong, she was shocked.

Zhao Xiong just had some rounded and fat bodies, and all he had left for a moment was his skin and bones.

Growing up in his mouth, he gasped in anguish.

Two congested eyes, like to pop out of the orbit.

But after counting, a lot of black air suddenly erupted in the sword, wrapping Zhao Xiong like a dry corpse.

The black air slowly dissipated, leaving behind a face uglier than a ghost, and red, unreasonable, with only the eyes of a desire to kill.

“Ho ho ho, Ye Liangchen, your time to die is up! ”

Muang's pupils shrunk, slowing down: “Monster! ”

……

“Mother, you promised Xiaobao you wouldn't die... whoo... Mother... Mother kissed you and lied...”

“Jun Muyan, you bastard, let me out!! ”

“Jun Muyan, count me in... count me in, please, you will die...”

“Mother, Xiaobao is afraid, don't leave Xiaobao...”

Moe shook her head and forced herself to concentrate.

He held the hand of the Seven Swords and was covered in blood. It was cold, as if he was no longer his own.

Zhao Xiong, who had become a demon, flew in the sky, playing with her like a cat and catching a mouse, torturing her and making a stinging laugh from time to time.

But in this laugh, besides being free, more is bone bitterness.

“Ye Liangchen, all you bitch, made me have to expose the identity of the Fallen One, and I can never turn back! ”

“Kong Yuanjiu will be here soon, from now on I will have nowhere to live like a street mouse... all this, all because of you bitch. ”

“I'm going to torture you a little bit and then I'm going to break your son's bones inch by inch, and I'm going to swallow his flesh and blood bite by bite... hahaha, just wait for the little bastard to meet you in hell! ”

Swallow his flesh and blood!

Zhao Xiong's voice, like a hammer, hit Mu Yan's head hard.