The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murongxue's wrist turned, his long whip was swung out, and he hit the stones close by, smashing all the stones into pieces, and three silver needles crossed the fallen stones and shot them on the black man's forehead.

The man in black kept the stone-throwing motion and stood still. After a while, his body crooked, planted, and fell heavily on the bottom of the hard valley. The broken body was broken, and blood was flowing ...

Murong Xue snorted coldly, and shot a few silver needles as usual, killing several black men hidden behind big stones ...

The man in black, who was headed, looked ashen, knowing that simply throwing a stone could not kill Shen Yan, Shen Huaili, and coldly ordered: "The people on the left go down the valley."

"Yes!" Half of the men in black took their orders, stood up from behind the big stones, jumped down into the valley, and fell to Ouyang Shaochen, Murong Xue, and Shen Yan. The sword and three men fought ...

Shen Yan's first-hand pear flower gun is so fascinating that he protects the fence, cuts the stone, and greets the killing and killing three items. It is still easy to handle, and sometimes stabs the black man ...

Murongxue was chopping stones while welcoming the killing moves. The strong black man in martial arts, who couldn't even pass the five moves in her hand, was beaten to death by her ...

And Ouyang Shaochen waved carelessly, with each wave, two or three stones were broken, or two or three men in black were shot through the neck ...

Pieces of stone burst into debris, and blood spattered. A black man fell to the ground and lost his breath. The standing Ouyang Shaochen, Murong Xue, and Shen Yan were still unharmed, wielding swords to kill the enemy, The rolling stones could not hit them at all ...

For the first black man's somber and terrible look, he made a wink towards the black man next to him.

The people in black understood, and more than a dozen people jumped out of the rock and fell to the bottom of the valley, but they were not holding murderous swords, but burning torches, and as the flames burned, a strange Breath spread in the air ...

Murong Xue's eyes flashed, and he urgently reminded: "The torch is poisonous, shut your breath!"

Ouyang Shaochen had already noticed that the torch was wrong and he held his breath early.

Shen Yan's attention was always on the man in black, and he stopped breathing only after hearing Murongxue's reminder. He took a breath of poisonous gas. In an instant, the strength in his body was lost as if it had been pumped away. Without a trace, his entire body was soft and could not use any effort. The pear flower gun in his hand was also very difficult, and the move was naturally weak.

Not to mention Xiao Ali, he had just started to practice martial arts, and he didn't know what it means to hold his breath. His whole body, soft and smoky with that poisonous breath, was close to Shen Yan's arms, his eyes narrowed, as if he would sleep at any time ...

The man in black flashed a cold and cold glance at the bottom of his eyes, and spurred his sword at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan quickly turned sideways, and the long sword swiped across his arm, drawing a long, big opening into his sleeve ...

Shen Yan was too late to thank the sword for not hurting his arm. He suddenly became hot behind him, and Shen Yan looked sideways, only to see his back hem was ignited, and the flame spread quickly up the lining ...

Shen Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he wanted to use a gun to cut off his clothes. He didn't want to. The long-sword of the man in black pierced again, and there was a big stone above his head that hit him, and he had no strength to resist these three items. Then, he rolled on the spot holding A Li, avoiding the long sword and the dashi, and by the way, the flame was extinguished. I did n’t want to. The flame burned too strong. That roll just made the fire less, and I could n’t suppress it ...