My lord is a demon again

Chapter 62

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Come on!" Zhaoyun suddenly felt that something was wrong, probably because he moved a little too much when dealing with that Zhuge Feng, and he was out of breath just now when he stabbed just now. I lost all strength.

Now I have no choice but to stop with static, so that there may be a slight chance of winning, if I fight head-on with him, I will only be defeated.

"Come on, my lord, come on, my lord..." The cheering group in the audience began to shout loudly. Zhao Yun didn't expect that besides a large number of female fans, this Sikong Luo also had many male fans.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Zhaoyun's ears, and after a closer look, it was indeed her!

Halo, that idiot Xin'er not only shouted for the prince to cheer up, but also encouraged the people around her to shout together. It seems that she has been poisoned by Sikong Luo's ecstasy, otherwise how could she be so crazy?

"Don't be nervous, baby. Anyway, the invitation for relatives in the ring is just a small episode before our marriage. I advise you to surrender obediently, so as not to accidentally hurt you, and this king will be heartbroken." Looking at the calm demeanor, Zhao Yun couldn't help but start to feel a little nervous.

Calm down, don't panic!Zhao Yun is secretly cheering herself up. This Sikong Luo is really not simple. He actually knows how to use his aura to suppress her mentality of confrontation. It's just that he made a wrong calculation. If he doesn't have super tenacious willpower, how can he be an Asian killer? The top card of the group?

Sikong Luo stared at Zhao Yun's face intently, until he found her eyes showing panic, and the corner of her mouth curved into a smug smile.

If you don't do it now, when will you wait?

Taking advantage of Zhaoyun's flustered situation, Sikongluo suddenly had luck in his dantian, and rushed forward with a stride. His feet hit the ring, and his whole body stood upside down in the air, and fell straight towards Zhaoyun's head.

"Be careful, haha!" Sikong Luo laughed loudly, and a tiger claw pressed down on her head with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Zhao Yun wanted to jump away, but suddenly felt that the air within a few meters of Fang Yun was completely condensed, and a figure pressed down from above her head with heavy pressure, making her unable to move at all.

Could this be caused by the legendary internal force?
Zhao Yun suddenly gave up resistance, closed his eyes gently, and raised his head, opening his whole body towards his ultimate move.

Sikong Luo was shocked, what happened to this little guy?Suicide?It's not that easy!Without his consent, no woman can die casually. Needless to say, she will die under his hands.

Although the strength in the hand has already been sent out and it is impossible to retract it, it is still very easy to miss it.

Sikong Luo hit the ring with one palm, then quickly rebounded his body, and hugged Zhao Yun who seemed to be fainting.

Zhaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, and said proudly: "I have accepted, little Luoer..."

"Concession? It is obvious that this king won, why did you make such a concession?"

Just as Sikong Luo was rambling, a pair of white and petite fists hit his chest!
Sikong Luo let out a muffled groan, and was kicked off the ground, falling backwards.

The reversal of the whole situation happened in a split second, and the fans in the audience who had never stopped "Come on, my lord" also stopped at this moment.

Sikong Luo, who was beaten so that his feet could not touch the ground, stared wide-eyed. He said that he was strong enough to lift a mountain, and his strength came from the ground. He couldn't believe it when he was beaten to death. For a woman with such a small body, those two small fists could have Such explosive power!Is she still human?
(End of this chapter)