The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1332 The Long Ugly Is Not Your Fault
Originally, Du Shatian's face was ugly, but now it looks even uglier with such a distortion. If there was a child around, he would probably be scared to cry.

Even Leng Wuyou couldn't help but look away in disgust. Although she has a little face control attribute, she doesn't comment on a person's appearance. No one can judge whether he is good-looking or not. Decide.

But Leng Wuyou, seeing Du Shatian's face at this moment, she couldn't help but look away in disgust.

And her eyes were seen by coincidence, so her already distorted face became even more distorted, "Damn, what kind of eyes do you have? Do you despise me? Why do you despise me? What ability do you have to despise me?" ? Are you qualified? You are just an ant."

The more he talked, the more ferocious his face became, and the blood-colored ball in his left hand became darker and redder, and the light kept flickering, and the frequency became faster and faster.

And in his right hand, the misfortune rolled, condensed into a big knife, and swung it directly towards Leng Wuyou.

Leng Wuyou glanced at him lightly, facing the menacing knife, she was not afraid at all, raised the long sword in her hand, and the sword light swept across, and the big knife formed by evil spirit was directly split by her.

"Have you ever seen ants? Don't talk nonsense if you haven't seen them."

Leng Wuyou paused, and then said: "It's not right for me to dislike you. You are not mine. Who is so ugly? Haven't you heard a sentence? It's not your fault that you are ugly, but you are so ugly. It's your fault if you get there."

Leng Wuyou's tone was very light, but with such a light attitude, the words he said were even more heart-wrenching, like arrows piercing his lungs.

He was panting extremely quickly, his eyes were red, and even behind him, because of his anger, there were clusters of black misery, the misfortune rolled, and he bared his teeth and claws, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

"Ahhh, damn human beings, human beings are really not good things, and you are not a thing. I originally planned to keep you, but now I just want to kill you. I killed you. Everything you have Everything, I can also get, the source of your body, I can also get."

Yes, he can get it, so killing him is not the best.

He seemed to have figured it out, the bloody ball was thrown by him and floated in front of him all day long, and both hands fiercely closed towards the bloody ball.

Immediately afterwards, his two hands pulled to both sides at the same time, and soon the ball was deformed by him, and it became longer and longer until it formed a blood-red sickle, just like the sickle of death. .

With the weapon in hand, he seemed to have mastered everything. Facing Leng Wuyou's unclear strength, he no longer hesitated, but rushed towards Leng Wuyou directly. His body was wrapped in evil energy, and his speed Very quickly, black afterimages appeared in the air.

The sharp blade in his hand was placed on his chest, and the long handle of the sickle was held in both hands, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Leng Wuyou collided with him, and the two separated.

After passing by, the two of them fought together again, and for a moment, red light and silver light kept flickering in the sky above the Poison Gate.

From time to time, there was the sound of metal clashing.

The two of them collided with each other again, and were knocked out by their own strength, and the two stood opposite each other.

His face was distorted, but the corners of his mouth were always curved with pride. He looked at the weapon in his hand, his eyes were full of determination to win.

He didn't look down on Leng Wuyou, and said very firmly, "I admit that you kid has some abilities, but so what, you will definitely die with this move of mine."

As soon as these words fell, the original blood-red sickle suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)