The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

This man, humiliating her again and again, has made her angry to the point that he can't crush him.

Because of her anger, her eyes sparkled like stars, her lips were as delicate and beautiful as petals, and her skin was dyed crimson peach blossoms like crystal jade.

It’s so beautiful, and so unique.

Feng Yunjing looked a little crazy, and then a strong desire and monopoly surged in his heart.

This man, he is going to make up!

The Ziming Youluo in Suxi's hands trembles violently, and she will be unable to intervene.

However, Nangong Yu's movements were faster than her. The black sword in his hand slowly emerged, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the scene.

There was even a gentle and noble smile on his face, but the cold light in his eyes seemed to tell the person in front of him torn completely.

"Feng Yunjing, did you forget that you may not be my opponent outside the secret realm."

He paused, the corners of his mouth became gentler, but with a creepy bloodthirsty sensation, "In this cloud of smoke and smoke, you've lost everything, I want to take your life, but Easy things!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp green light erupted from his body, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

"Practice... Four levels of refining the body, quenching the bones and burning tendons!!" The disciples of Liuli Zong couldn't help but let out a horrified roar, "Isn't Pluto a high-level warrior who cultivated spirits? Why... why can he still practice the body? ?"

Spiritual weekends, such a thing has not happened for thousands of years!

How terrifying is the true power of this Pluto?

Feng Yunjing's eyes also showed a shocked look, his body retreated quickly, and all the magic weapons in his hand came out.

However, it was Nangong Yu's long sword that was faster and heavier than him.

Wherever the sword arrived, all magic weapons that could not urge all spiritual powers dropped, and crackled.

Feng Yunjing's eyes finally showed a little horrified.

He wanted to speak, but the heaven and earth seemed to be covered with ruinous coercion, making his face pale and his throat dumb, unable to make a sound.

If it is outside of the cloud, he does not think he will lose to Nangong Yu.

Coupled with the various magic weapon flags left by the Feng family, Nangong Yu wants to get benefits from his hands, which is no easy task.

But here is a huge array of clouds and smoke that can draw people's spiritual power infinitely. Except for a special magic weapon, which can exert a small amount of power, the rest of the magic weapons are equivalent to scrap iron.And he can't even play his usual strength.

Feng Yunjing's face was extremely ugly, when his eyes swept across the side of the river to watch the battle.

In addition to horror and anger, there was another trace of reluctance to lose, not wanting to lose ugliness in front of her!

Seeing Nangong Yu's sword as unstoppable, Nie Jinchen, who was watching the folly, suddenly woke up and shouted, "Nangong, be merciless!"

However, Nangong Yu didn't seem to hear his voice at all.

The sword suddenly sent forward, and stabbed fiercely into Feng Yunjin's left shoulder, but it was still three points more than the heart.

In the white mist, there was a dead silence.

The long-sworded "pop" sound seemed to ring in my ears.

Everyone was frightened by the horror strength and ruthlessness of His Highness, and for a time, he was silent.

Nangong Yu withdrew the black sword and said coldly: "This time, it is just a warning. Next time, you will not be so lucky!"