Carry out obscenity to the end

The Jiao people are promiscuous by nature, and Jiaodong can be regarded as a full view of the flowers. They have always played games and have never known what the heart is.

However, now he knew that his heart was moved and his heart was intoxicated, and in his mind from now on, he would never forget that face intertwined with immortals and demons.

Jiaotong suppressed the strong fluctuations in his heart, and returned to the posture of the Jiaowang who commanded hundreds of millions of monsters. His domineering and domineering aura disturbed the peace of this world.

"I came here only to kill one person and take a treasure. But now, I want to snatch one more person, and that is you."

Cold lightning flashed in Fanyue's eyes, and a thunderbolt struck Jiaotong's body, bringing out a drop of blood. [

"The disciple listened to the order, quickly set up a large formation of plain girls, and chop this shameful monster for me."

The twelve accompanying female disciples, wearing lavender skirts, elegant star pendants, and swords as clear as clear water, danced gracefully with their graceful figures, like thousands of weeping willows by the Slender West Lake, delicate and powerful, fragile.

And every time these delicate willows flutter, there is a soft sword light.

The willow moves with the wind, the sword light is thousands of, endless, tender and dry.

Jiaotong originally didn't care about these women who were only earth-level, but he didn't expect that he turned into a frog in warm water.

At the beginning, the sword light hit his body, like being bitten by a mosquito, and he didn't care.

But he didn't expect that the sword's light was exhausted, and it seemed to be soft, but it could easily penetrate the sword into the body.

Jiaodong couldn't help being a little bit shocked, he had never encountered such a strange sword energy in half his life.

The armor on his body is like a fake, and his scale armor, which is as strong as gold and stone, can't stop it at all. As long as the catkin flying sword energy falls on him, it will definitely penetrate into the body and destroy it.

Jiaodong, who was cut by the soft knife, roared up to the sky, and the shadow of his fist filled the whole world.

Without the slightest skill at all, Jiaotong punched thousands of times, and the turbulent wind tore apart all the sword energy.

Fighting skills can't stop your exhausted sword energy, so I won't fight.

The simplest and most direct way is to overwhelm people with force, relying on the strength of the sixth level of the heavenly realm, to arouse the space around the body, disrupt all the vitality of the heaven and earth, form an absolute strength, and crush all skills.

When the wind blows, the hair is curled up, the corners of the skirt are flying, the eyes are lost and the heart cannot be stopped.

Originally like willows weeping willows by the lake, the frail female array, whose strength penetrated into the heart, couldn't help but be moved after all the sword lights were crushed mercilessly.

The twelve willows change their shapes again, fall out of place, echo each other, and hide as one.

In the face of difficulties, in the face of desperation, in the face of all strong and fearless roots, there are flowers that bloom proudly, neither bewitching nor charming, and are pure and pure in the world.

Jiaotong felt that he could smash his fist into the mud, and the fierce force was melted by the sound.

Suddenly, he felt a dangerous aura. [

The white flower transformed by the opponent's sword energy suddenly changed after swallowing several powerful punches of his own.

The blooming petals suddenly withered and dissipated, but the bones and muscles of the flower turned into a double sword, carrying the ideal of the petals withered, exchanging the sublimation of life for resistance to oppression.

The appearance of this sword energy caused a trace of panic to appear on Jiaotong's angry face.

Because not only did he feel the extremely powerful power in this sword qi, but more importantly, he felt a kind of will, the power to break through all obstacles without fear.

And myself is the obstacle.

Jiaotong clasped his hands together to transform into a saber, and the obscure air of the saber conveyed Jiaotong's thoughts throughout his life, that was a kind of domineering, that was a kind of pride, I was standing in the clouds, dominating this tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

One wants to break through the obstacles, and the other suppresses everything from above. A shocking collision is destined to happen.

The space is being annihilated, the peaks on both sides of the valley are collapsing, and where the two sides are fighting, a ditch that is one mile long and tens of meters deep appears.

Jiaotong flew up from this ditch, the armor on his body was broken, three inches down from the heart, there was a long, narrow, deep and solid sword wound, blood gushed out from this wound continuously,

As for the twelve girls, half of them have fallen into a coma, while the rest are generally weak, pale, and obviously out of strength.

A clear sword cry, like a mountain stream, is pleasant to the ear.

She is like a saint from an unattainable snowy mountain, appearing in the gentle morning light, and playing beautiful notes with every step she takes.

She doesn't wear makeup at all, but looks beautiful.

She doesn't wear Zhuchai jewels, but only a drop of moon tears on her chest to condense her prosperity, but she is peerless.

Every sword of hers does not have the slightest murderous aura, only tranquility, a kind of peace of mind and peace of mind.

Washed away the mortal world, forgot about the numerous killings, just want to not cross the sea of ​​suffering, and become a Buddha instantly.

Jiaodong is like the domineering momentum of a demon god, melting layer by layer in the aura of this wonderful sound.

He echoed the monsters he had killed, the monks he had slaughtered, the sea of ​​blood over there, and the dead bones.

For the throne of the Jiao Clan, for the glory of the Supreme Being of the Heavenly Dao, he has never been peaceful for a single day, and has always been immersed in various battles and plots.

Tired, although the body is still so strong, but the heart is old, and the wounds in the body are numerous.

The heart is tired, the soul is also tired, all kinds of past events are just clouds and smoke.

I would like to be peaceful, to change my mind and feel at ease. Jiaotong in the middle of the battle actually closed his eyes slightly. [

The moment Jiaodong closed his eyes, Ji Feiyan, who was sweating profusely, urged the Qingling Sword in his hand to stab Jiaodong's heart fiercely.

The sword energy pierced through the armor and the scales, but was resisted by an extremely tough object. No matter how Ji Feiyan activated the spirit sword, he still couldn't pierce through it, but was sent flying a hundred meters away by Jiaodong's instinctive palm. Far away, the breath was extremely sluggish for a while.

At the moment of life and death, that kind of creature's natural fear of death awakened Jiaotong, who was intoxicated in the tranquility. Seeing the scar on his chest that could pierce his heart with only one step, he was ashamed and furious, full of murderous intent.

"How dare you create a spiritual illusion to confuse me. If my heart hadn't been integrated into the secret treasure, I would have died in your hands today. I, Jiaodong, have killed countless people in my life, just to become my overlord. Why did I die in the hands of a group of sinister girls. I am so big today! Kill the Quartet, and the blood will shame me."

"Thinking to kill my disciple of Jingyizhai is just a dream. I, Jingyizhai, have never been afraid of any enemies. Today, I will use your head as the demon king to forge my reputation as Jingyizhai." Fan Yue looked at the furious Jiaodong with cold eyes. .

In her hand is an ancient and clumsy sword, which draws the power of the stars that have existed since ancient times in the sky.

Fanyue, who was also full of anger, continuously condensed her aura like a cliff, making people daunting in vain.