The night feathers did not speak, and the actual action was more convincing than any language.

The purple shadow flashes a little faster than before, the shoulders are shocked, and the arm bursts out with a spiritual power. It is not a cloud-handed hand, but the oldest Lai’s wearing hand.

If the stalker uses the spiritual power to condense the hand shadow and increase the attack power, the shackle is wrapped with the armor, and the spiritual power rotates quickly to increase the penetration.

This is the evolution of Lao Lai from Sun Anpeng’s exploration cloud. It must be said that Lao Lai’s fighting talent is strong enough!

Hey!

The night feathers came out and came out in succession, but this time the night feathers of the fists are not running, but the main attack.

The black widow’s heart was full of shock, not the shock of the night feathers, but the shock of the night feathers!

"Impossible, she has a blue sand smoke, at this time should be painful in the veins, how can we run the power flexibly!" The black widow was full of unbelief.

The night feather attack is getting faster and faster, the black widow's arm vaguely forms inertia, and the left and right blocks block the attack of the night feathers, without realizing that the body is gradually revealing the gap.

The night feathers are double-closed, and the mental force feels the action of the black widow. Suddenly the front of the arm slams and stabs the black widow's chest.

"It's awful!" The black widow was shocked. The outer arm was too late to protect her body.

In a hurry, the black widow gathered spiritually in the chest, trying to resist the night feathers.

However, the tricks of the mysterious masters are so good?

Hey!

A muffled sound, the night feathers smashed.

It’s not that the night feathers retire, but the reaction force that is worn by the pickpockets is withdrawn.

Hey! The night feathers squatted and smashed a few slabs.

The black widow, standing on the spot, was full of horror in her eyes, and her lips were slightly open, but she could not make any sound.

In the palm of the chest, a fist-sized hollow passes through, and the magical power of a circle is gradually dissipating.

"Win, win." Jing Fei looked at the scene in front of him, some could not believe it.

嗡——

Look around again.

"Oh, winning is also a no-brainer. In the Qingsha smoke, the enchantress is considered a waste."

"I heard that the three major sects are interested in her, now... oh..."

The Baihua Dance stood aside, and others did not know the bottom of the night feathers. The Baihua Dance, once known as the enemy of the night feathers, was quite familiar with the night feathers.

"It seems that Bai Jinyi has given you a lot of life-saving things." Baihua dance mouth has a little more fun.

"The demon Ji wins." The referee whispered, and there was no surprise in his tone.

On the stage of life and death, every day there is a genius, and every day a black horse is born. The referees have long been accustomed to these situations.

Remove the ring from the black widow, and the night feathers jumped directly down the ring.

"See you again." The flower dance looked at the night feathers standing in front of me, with a smile on his lips.

"Miss, let's win!" Jing Fei squeezed to the side of the night feathers.

The night feathers did not pay attention to Jing Fei, and they looked at the flower dance: "I invite you to dinner at noon."

"Happy to accompany." Baihua dance mouth smiled.

Two beautiful women plus one well fly, the three left the life and death.

The surrounding audience has not yet woke up from the battle.

"Black widow, just, is it so dead?"

"This time, I am relieved. Mom, I haven’t touched a woman for a few months in order to beware of the black widow. Today I have to find a few girls to be cool."

"That is, the demon Ji is helping us to get rid of it."