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Chapter 2038 Nourishing? (Also(1/2)

A Tianshu feather arrow shot through the forehead, and another Tianshu feather arrow brushed under the waist. The flute sword in his hand hit the spear blade that was pierced, and the pit! The energy trembled slightly, the arrow shaking its head, and the tail feather trembled.

Hurry!

The spear light swept across and stabbed again! Qin Yu swept back, tapped under his feet, and tapped on a feather arrow in the air. The flute sword in his hand swayed, and the sway seemed to have a spirit.

The master of spear looked slightly shocked, and he felt the energy under the forbidden spirit and the majesty under the forbidden spirit.

not good!

The master of spear quickly pulled the gun back in the air, but was still a step slower because Qin Yu shook the waves of the slim flute sword in his hand, which had already covered the arrows within a diameter of five meters, and waved her arm.

go!

Hurry!

Reversal of direction.

Large pieces of arrows turned into huge arrows like an eagle spreading its wings.





The master of spear was shocked and had to retreat.

He retreated and had to use a spear to block it.

The spear swept across like a waterfall, majestic and dense, but the arrowheads are even more powerful.

then.







Bang bang bang! The spear master retreated step by step in an instant, and the archers in the distance wanted to help, but the eagle blocked their sight.

Then.





All they could hear was the crisp sound of swords.

It seems like cracking silk, or criticizing it like iron jade.

As his eyes cleared, Qingguang's face changed and he subconsciously rushed over, "Liezhuo!"

But it was slow, because a sword stabbed the Delikan Flute Sword into his waist and abdomen.

Unlike Qin Yushao who had the leisure to tease the other party after Qingguang, this time, it was almost a moment to stab in and pull out.

Then she swung the drawn flute sword suddenly downwards!

Puff!

It seemed like something was stabbed, and then the sound of someone kneeling down.

The person who was kneeling on the ground was covered with black gas. Inside the black gas was countless climbing poisonous insects and ants, very small and dense. They climbed in the palm of their hands, and were only half a meter away from Jie Shuling and others in front of the inn - or the kneeling man.

Yan Zhao and others were shocked from the beginning.

Because the opponent was too fast, they were watching Qin Yu, and they didn't notice that a man was approaching like a ghost, and almost threw the terrifying poisonous insects and ant on them.

In the forbidden spirit land, how can they have a way to survive?

But the reason why they noticed each other was because of the sudden flute sword.

The flute sword stabbed the man's leg, causing him to kneel down in pain. He felt a little cold in his body. This coldness was stronger than the severe pain on his legs. He subconsciously raised his head and saw Qin Yu falling from the eaves.

"It's really scary. If you don't save me, you'll still secretly attack me. I, Qingqiu, is that unpleasant?"

Qin Yu walked over and used the flute to lift the shaking jaw of the poisoner, "Is it because I hate you that I hit you last time, and want to take revenge?"

The poisoner grinned and sneered: "You are so arrogant. I just can't stand you. Besides, since you have returned to my devil's way, you should kill the right people. Could it be that you still have it...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword on his leg was pulled out and directly pierced into his palm with the poisonous insect ant hand, nailing the hand to the ground.

The poisoner's body trembled and twisted.

"So I said it's terrible. Only children can make choices, and adults always want everything."

Qin Yu glanced at the poison master, got up, turned around and looked at Jie Shuling and others, smiled, and then walked into the house.

Many people who were not Wuque were scared and frightened, leaving a large space, and there was only one table sitting.

"The elder brother's knife is ready to be unsheathed, but why didn't it come out in the end? I think I'll believe me."

Even though she had experienced such a fierce and twists and turns, and there was a person stuck at the door, she walked in lightly, and her backlight smile was enough to make people dazed.

However, the fifth sword Ling and Fang Yourong were too determined, and they just watched, but they didn't say anything, and their expressions and limbs did not change at all, as if they disagreed with Qin Yu's arrival.

Compared to their coldness, Qin Yu's reaction was even stronger because she was stunned for a moment and then looked at the two of them carefully.

That kind of gaze.





Inch by inch, careful, makes your scalp numb.

What kind of eyes are this?

Wu Daoling thought about it—Well, he had gone shopping with this person, and this person always picked something.



Especially when I pick ingredients for her fat cat, I look like this, serious and meticulous, and choose fresh and beautiful.

poisonous.

This look.

I wanted to rush over and slap her, but I couldn't bear to leave it alone.

When Wu Daoling was pondering, he suddenly heard that this person could also control his own words after they ignored her.

"When I was not here, I didn't expect my seniors to take care of myself so well."

Is this human language?

Among the disciples of Wuque.





Anyway, Yun Chuxiu quickly took a few steps back.

Then, the fifth sword was placed on the table. The knife was not unsheathed, but the tip of the scabbard was facing Qin Yu.

Cold and deep.

Well, it’s still terrible for senior brother to be serious.

But Qin Yu seemed to have never been afraid. He walked to the front of the table, reached out and moved his knife away, and took a bowl: "Who used this bowl?"

Clouds emerge from the hillside: "My."

Qin Yu: "Then I don't need it."

Then he was so disgusted that he moved Yun Qiuxiu's bowl away.

Clouds come out of the mountains: What a fuck?







Then Qin Yu stretched out his claws.





Just about to touch a bun.

Pick.

Fang Yourong put the sword on the table, looked at her calmly, calm and cold.

It was still the same Fang Yourong, but his appearance and temperament became more mature and graceful. When his eyes looked at you, it was even more elusive than the clouds in the sky.

But she also said something.

"You can try moving it a little longer."

Qin Yu pulled the corner of his mouth, withdrew his beautiful claws in disappointment, and clenched his fingers at the table, and slowly said, "Senior Sister is so fierce."
To be continued...
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