Chapter 1933 first hits with my mount (3)

"Nothing, my skin is thick and thick." The voice of the Emperor was with a smile.

But the smile was introduced into the ears of the Eight Great Kings, but their hairs were to be erected.

This is like a laughter of a death knell. How many years have they not heard of it?

The feminine teenager apparently did not put the Emperor in the eye. He flew in abruptly, and the flames of his hands turned into a dragon, and they rushed directly toward the Emperor.

The Emperor looked at the oncoming dragon and stood on the ground.

Next second.

A loud bang, the moment when the fire dragon and the emperor collided, the sparks splashed, and the huge sound almost pierced the eardrum of the people present.

The feminine teenager looked at the emperor who was swallowed up by the flames, and the corner of his mouth made a smile.

"Oh, it’s hot... I’m dying of me..." I whispered, and it came out of the flames.

The feminine teenager's face changed slightly.

Just as the flame that swallowed the Emperor of the Emperor suddenly seemed to be extinguished by something, the body of the Emperor quickly appeared in his sight, above the black dragon scale, still burning. A few clusters of small flames.

The Emperor lifted his claws and blew out a cluster of flames burning in Shanghai.

The feminine boy couldn’t help but stunned.

The Eight Great Kings on the side saw this scene, and almost did not laugh out loud, and it was a red face.

"The little milk baby is not good at playing, but he is playing with fire. You are going to burn me." The Emperor looked up and looked at the feminine teenager.

The feminine teenager looked at the dark Emperor, and couldn't see if it was hurt. He wanted to strike him with the Emperor. He didn't have much patience. Seeing that the Emperor can still speak, he is flying and jumping. The flames swelled in an instant, and between the moments, the sky fell.

One is like a human-sized fireball, madly heading towards the emperor.

The body of the Emperor was huge, looking at the densely falling fireball. It lifted its claws and tried to avoid it, but the effect was minimal.

Along with the bombardment of the fireball, the Emperor of the Emperor was smashed by countless fireballs in succession, and it was screamed by the shackles, as if it were painful.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts me..." There was a strong mourning in the mouth of the Emperor, but the claw was extremely perfunctory and moved less than half a step.

The feminine teenager looked at the mourning of the constant Emperor, and the corner of his mouth smirked a smile. He did not realize that the Eight Great Kings looked at him with his eyes full of pity.

Aside from the side, Ye Qingying looked at the Emperor, who had no intention of returning her hand. Her eyes looked a little bit strange, and then she looked at the feminine teenager who gradually appeared on the face, and instantly understood.

At the moment when Ye Qingyi realized what it was, the emperor’s body was covered with a layer of frost.

This trick, Ye Qingyi saw, the death is defeated on this move.

I saw the time of the blink of an eye, the body of the Emperor was directly sealed by the ice, and the feminine teenager landed, watching the Emperor, who was "completely" frozen, and the smile of the corner was even stronger.

"The Shadow Lord's mount is just like that." He raised his hand and patted the ice.

"Well? You have frozen me." The Emperor of the "ice" said.

The feminine chin whispered: "You can rest assured that I will let you end this pain soon. You can blame me after you die. Blame only, the Shadow Lord will let you come to die."

"You want to kill me?" The emperor's "weird" opening.

"This is natural." The soft-skinned teenager's eyes flashed a touch of killing. He gently patted the ice layer, and a root ice cone suddenly rose from the inside, and the puncture was straight to the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)