MTL - Venerated Venomous Consort-Chapter 2993 Mutual calculation 3

She had to take the palm of her hand, and the two of her hands twitched her, turning her body like a windmill into a circle, and the hands were shot on her...

Gu Xi’s acupuncture points were no longer struggling.

An arm swooped over and hugged her waist. His strength was great, and he almost broke off his waist!

"Gu Xizhen, I didn't expect you to really get a hand!" The voice of Brahman was ringing in her ear, like a tooth.

"Everyone! Each other!" Gu Xi 玖 cold sweat came out, since she has torn her face, she has nothing to worry about.

She did not expect that Van Gogh had cultivated such a powerful avatar, and that she could confuse the truth and let her not distinguish it.

"Do you want each other? You catch me directly, and I grab you, but I don't want to hurt you." Fan is like a smile and anger, and the arm hoop is tighter: "Guxi, you have been so heartless... ..."

Gu Xi’s waist is like a hoop, and the lumbar vertebrae are loud and unstoppable.

Vatican clearly wants to punish her and seals all her spiritual points, so that she can't run the power.

If you can't run the spiritual power, you need to breathe, and he holds her deep in the ground, and there is no squatting. The sand squeezes the bodies of the two, and then he is so arrogant that he can't breathe.

Fortunately, she cultivated to the level of God, the body is the body of God, or else as long as such a glimpse, she can be completely killed.

This taste is like being buried alive, naturally very uncomfortable, and the cherished face is first red, then pale, and then spit blood.

Van Gogh looked at her coldly and watched her vomiting blood and a slight movement, her fingers groaning, what she was going to do.

"Let her go!" The sand suddenly separated on both sides. The two men of Van Gogh and the world had more space around them. The emperor was out of shape, his face was white, but his palm was a colorful scimitar. The curved front is sharp against Van Gogh.

The Brahma is shrinking and staring at the Emperor: "The slashing knife of the Lord of Heaven! How do you have it?!"

The emperor was cold and cold: "You know it, let her go! Or else I use this knife here, everyone will die!"

Van Gogh took a low breath: "Go out and say! Otherwise she can't stand it."

Together, they walked out of the ground with Gu Xiyu and stood on the sand again.

The emperor was a coveted and followed.

"Master!" Pink candlestick rushed over and wanted to grab Gu Xiyu back.

Van Gogh's sleeves glimpsed, the hurricane blew, and the pink candlestick was blown out and slammed into the ground, and could not climb for a long time.

Emperor sneer: "Vatican, you use the power of the creation **** to deal with a candle dragon, do not feel the panic?"

"It's too noisy." Van Gogh didn't pay attention to the pink candle dragon. If he didn't promise Xiao He to let go of this stupid dragon, the hurricane just changed the meat grinder and shred it!

He took a sigh of relief and slammed dozens of acupuncture points and sealed all her mobility. This put her on the ground: "Small, don't play tricks, now you can't escape my palm."

He set an enchantment around her so that no one could get close to her.

This is to look at the emperor, and chuckle: "You actually have this knife - the deity is really a small one. But this knife can not be personally made, you will make it?"

Emperor also laughed: "You can try."

He held the finger of the handle and forced the blood. The line of blood seemed to live. He dripped from his fingertips and injected it into the groove of the blade. The machete became brighter.