Beast Concubine Night Crazy: The Untamable Female Slave

So Leng Meiying concentrated energy all over her body, slowed down the speed of Bing Dao Xue Jian, and passed by calmly.

Xi Yan's figure has not stopped since it started moving, and no one can see her movements clearly, so no one can see the hostility on her face while she is running at a high speed.

"Let's dance, let's dance, in this life, I'm afraid you won't have such a chance again!" The voice of ice knocking on Yuche, at some point, has turned into a ghostly voice that tempts you to go to prison.

The overwhelming ice knives and snow swords continued to kill Leng Meiying from all directions, and even the snowflakes falling in the sky unknowingly turned into sharp snow knives with the length of baby fingers.

All of a sudden, Leng Meiying's place became a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords.

Beyoncé, Luo Qiong, Huang Long, Zhuge Weiyang, the best among the new and old students, tightened their hearts, clenched their fists, and stared fixedly at the sea of ​​ice swords and knives. In such intensive attacks, what kind of people can survive.

Does this Xiyan want to kill Leng Meiying?

At this moment, even Beyoncé, who was extremely displeased with Leng Meiying, couldn't help but feel that she was worthless.

As for the other new and old students, their eyes had already widened to the extreme, and their mouths opened unconsciously. Looking at the terrifying storm of swords, they had already lost the ability to speak.

The only one who can remain calm is probably Le Bing who fell down and wiped his nosebleeds. At this moment, he still had the mood to take out a crystal elbow from the space ring and gnaw on it, still muttering What, if you are close, you may be able to hear clearly.

"Cut, what kind of bullshit dares to present treasures in front of the captain. If these snow knives, which are as soft as Chunxianglou's fudge, can hurt the captain, fat man, I will cut two catties of belly and fry tomatoes for you..."

The eager icy wind and the chaotic snow knives make people dazzled. What's more, people can't help but imagine the tragic image of Leng Meiying, a beautiful woman whose body is pierced by thousands of swords.

Countless ice swords and snow knives have blocked everyone's sight. People can no longer see how desolate the center of the storm is. At most, they can only hear the impact of countless ice knives and snow swords. There was a larger snow mass that was no longer moving.

At this time, in the snow cluster, Leng Meiying was sitting alone on a crystal ice chair, with a jade ice octagonal table in front of her, on which a cup of fragrant tea was brewed, surrounded by a piece of snow, above her head, the so-called The ancient pyrotechnic beast, the strongest monster in the Martial Emperor Realm, Mr. Qitong is acting as a shield.

Obviously, Qitong is not very satisfied with this role, while adjusting his body size to block the dense ice knives and snow swords for Leng Meiying, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Master, how are my children? I miss them so much. When will you save my children?"

Leng Meiying didn't speak, but the three-inch golden boy, who was flustered in the sea of ​​qi, had already jumped in front of Qitong to persuade him.

"What did the Leng family girl say? When did you make a slip of the tongue? Letting you, a damned, lowly little seventh-rank monster, be the Leng's girl's magic pet already embarrassing Uncle Long, how dare you have so many things?" Request, believe it or not, Master Long will turn your sons into fried rice with eggs?"