"Do it!"
Xu dingyin is cold
"None of us will have a good life unless we kill him."
Zhou Jia’s vengeful personality will not be heard by two people, and immediately his face sank without saying anything.
"What’s more bullying than less? Brother Zhou, I’ll stop one person for you. You make a quick decision."
I haven’t said a word to the sky, and I can’t help but scream with a sword and bite my teeth.
"Xu Ding, you killed my school sister. Today I want her to take revenge!"
"I don’t know if I live or die!" Xu Ding eyes shrink to Yang Shizhen expression of eyes to temporarily avoid Zhou Jia positive face into the sky.
Four people collided in pairs.
Peng!’
Yang Shizhen felt that she had hit a mountain. This time, she really understood that Xu Ding had just felt chest tightness and was almost out of breath.
A collision can’t help but stumble backwards.
another side
Xu Ding and Yunxiao collided with each other, and the double swords staggered unexpectedly and suddenly stabbed Zhou Jia to one side.
The sky is grinning, but firm but gentle is soaring.
She had already made an agreement with Yang Shizhen to draw Zhou Jia out and design a siege, but Xu Ding wouldn’t stop at the beginning.
Everything goes well except that Zhou Jia’s strength is stronger than expected.
"poof!"
Suddenly, the axe blade split into the sky, and the head went straight into the chest and abdomen, spilling a pretty and beautiful image on the spot.
It was Zhou Jia who took advantage of Yang Shizhen’s retreat and rushed to the sky first.
A quiet in the field
"Never trust people"
Zhou Jia holds an axe in his hand and his expression is as dull as ever.
"Don’t you think so?"
"Ah …"
Yang Shizhen’s eyes flashed.
"It’s really hard to leave you!"
"Go!"
"Meta-magnetic heavy symbol!"
He emerged little by little, and the speed was indistinguishable to the naked eye. He disappeared without a double-edged axe in Zhou Jia’s hand.
Zhou Jia eyebrows a pick haven’t react across the two people have rushed near.
His face suddenly changed as he was about to chop his axe.
Suffer!
The double-edged axe in his hand seemed to suddenly weigh more than ten times, but it was held by the earth and lifted to freeze in place.
"death!"
Yang Shizhen’s expression is cold and ferocious.