"It seems that you have to work with me." Qiu Lao’s voice suddenly became cold.

"Seven princes, must die!" The night feathers changed their eyes and their body shape exploded.

Hey.

Under the control of mental power, the silver needle flew out and stabbed the body at three large points.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound inside the body of the night feathers.

It seems that a sleeping ancient beast gradually wakes up.

The spiritual power and momentum of the night feathers climbed at a geometric speed.

"Oh?" Qiu Lao's turbid eyeballs showed a strange look.

"Mother, she actually hides her strength." The tone of the young woman is ups and downs.

"This momentum is approaching the peak of the ninth order." The mother-in-law slowly said.

"The ninth-order peak is only half a minute compared to the small dance." The young woman’s eyes are scornful, and her interest in the night feathers is more intense!

......

Hey!

The wings with red lines condense behind the night feathers.

The night feathers now give people the feeling, just like the devil!

"There are two sons, eat me a palm!" Qiu old body floated out.

It seems to be very slow, but the night feathers feel, this palm, you can't hide!

boom!

The two palms are at the touch of a finger.

The body of the night feathers floated more than 20 meters in the air. Qiu Lao shot on the ground under the counter-shock of the palm and steadily landed on the flagpole.

Qiu Lao’s turbid eyes suddenly changed, and instantly became bloodthirsty.

Hey!

The wings fluttered, the body floated to the air, and a black cloud enveloped the night feathers.

Boom!

The purple flame emerged from the palm of the night feathers and greeted the black air.

Hey, hey.

The sound of different fires and black spirituality continually irritates the eardrums of everyone.

"Different fire!" Qiu old eyes flashed a touch of dignity.

Unexpectedly, in the hands of teenage girls, there is such a baby!

Looking at the flames in the palm of the night, Qiu’s eyes showed a greed.

Different fires are different from animal fires. In addition to the great power of different fires, there is still a point... you can take it!

As long as he kills this Nizi, the fire on his body will fall. As long as he can refine the fire, he will break through the ninth-order peak and step into the yellow spirit!

The momentum of Qiu Lao’s body has changed again!

The cold light flashed, and the night feathers were in the hands of the soul-splitting blade.

The seven emperors looked up at a few people in the air.

The pair of wings behind the night feathers are in the eyes of the seven emperors, full of irony!

The seven emperors glanced at Jia Qiong, who was in a coma.

Once upon a time, the night feathers smashed a waste. Jia Qiong was the first genius of the ice scorpion country. In order to chase the power of Ming Yuezong, in order to compete for power, he ruined the marriage contract without mercy, and even wanted to kill the waste. .

If... I didn’t do that.

The Seven Emperors looked at the spiritual power around the body of the night feathers, and now... they can already be the emperor!

There was a smile on the face of the seven emperor's lonely face. This laugh, perhaps, there is such a remorse.

Both Yu Yu and Bai Jin Yi were both in a difficult battle.

Bai Jinyi was repaired as a seal, and he could not make it out. He could only fight with Pan.

Yu Yu has already played against Qiu Lao for more than a dozen rounds.

With the strength of the two, if not in the air, if it is placed in the courtyard, the spiritual power of the weapon collision alone will be enough to vomit blood on the spot of the ordinary spirits!

No, I only have an hour to fight with this old man, and I will lose it!

In the eyes of the night feathers, the thoughts flow.

Hey!

The two men collided with each other and made a terrifying spiritual power.

"Look at the palm!"

Qiu Lao flashed to the night feathers, and the body pulled up a point. The momentum of Mount Taishan slammed into the night.

The night feathers perceive the palm of the hand behind the wind, and they are both cold and cold: "Opportunity!"

Boom!

Qiu Lao, a pair of iron palms, squatted directly on the back of the night feathers.