Chapter 1249 Mulling's Courtesy (1)

"Who is He Xin?"

The wind turned like a head and looked at Suyi, and asked.

As soon as she was ignorant of how to explain the black dragon with the wind, the voice of Bai Feng came from her side.

"That is called He Xin, the strength seems to be quite strong, at least it should be above the saints. The two high-ranking martial artists you just dealt with are his men. Oh, yes, He Xin hits the big black. Injury, Dahe wants to save the lives of other people, and does not know where to take the Hexin."

Somehow, Bai Feng’s voice always carries a bit of pride.

When the **** is gone, no one will ever sneak up with the South String! So that there is always someone who has a tendency to pour their home.

The wind is more magnificent.

Standing in front of her, Qin Li is most aware of her sudden gas field.

He still didn't know what was going on. The wind slammed his feet and pulled his body a few meters away. He fell into the street.

Qin Li coughed, he just wanted to stand up from the ground, the wind did not know when it was in front of him, and he slammed directly on his waist plate.

At that moment, Qin Li felt that his entire old waist was broken, and the pain was so cold that he just wanted to get angry, and the wind was as long as his legs fell on his chest.

This heavy foot almost made him breathless.

"Who is He Xin?"

Qin Li almost spit out an old blood.

Didn't the white phoenix have answered this question? Is this woman a cage?

boom!

The wind immediately lifted the leg, and one foot squatted on Qin Li’s face. She then took her leg back and looked expressionless, making the people present a little scared.

especially……

When they saw Qin Li's **** fainting, they only felt the wind around them were cold, and the cold shivered.

This Qin Li only did not answer her question for three seconds. She used such cruel and poisonous?

If the wind is not like seeing those eyes with panic, her body shape has already rushed to the front of Qin Yuer, and she pulled up her clothes.

"Answer me, who is He Xin!"

Qin Yuer bit his lip, and his pale face was stubborn.

A second has passed.

Two seconds... three seconds...

When Qin Xiaoer saw the wind in the palm of her hand, all her strong and stubbornly disintegrated in an instant, and she said unsatisfactorily: "I don't know what his origins are. He is brought by Mu Huan. ”

The wind was so loose that the hand was dropped, and Qin Qiner was left behind.

Qin Yuer had just breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a sword that fell down and just fell on her wrist.

The blood flows out instantly, and the source is continuous, just like spring water.

"I just said that you used a lot of blood, how much blood I put, the blood in other places is too easy to stop, so ... can only let you flow for a while."

Her gaze swept away from Qin's face and slowly turned to Mu Huan.

Mu Huan’s face is white.

Losing He Xin, she seems to have lost a protective umbrella. Under the gaze of the wind, there is a feeling of nowhere to hide.

Her body gradually receded, the powder punched and screamed, the endless panic swallowed her soul, and her heart jumped out of her throat.

"What did you bring to Hexin?"

Mu Huan: "..."

She did not speak and could not defend.

(End of this chapter)