Pei Li took a moment of insight into Jing Ziwang's intention.

The victory has come.

The juvenile's opportunity is decisive again. At this time, it has nothing to do, only instinct.

"Borrow my quail!"

Pei Li said, people have come to Jing Ziwang.

After the deed, he can use this ability at any time, no longer sometimes restrictions, but this is still "borrowing", and he can prohibit his use at any time.

The situation has been persecuted here. Even though Hei Yan was angry, after all, he would not be angry at him to die.

Everything is clear, Pei Li extended his right arm and pressed Jingzi to look at the right shoulder.

The moment when I touched it, the sense of intimacy and hunger and thirst came from the abdomen at the same time.

Pei Lilang guessed that the material infected with Jing Ziwang's arms was exactly the same as the secretion of the agglomeration. Pei Li felt that he could control it freely. If you found this early, he could help Jingzi look away from these substances at that time.

But at the same time, he also found that Jing Ziwang's vigilance and hostility in the county was right, because in the face of this arm, he raised his desire to "swallow".

Pei Li did not do any of the above behaviors.

He put all the blue liquid accumulated in Tiantian Tana, and the brain was injected into the arm of Jing Ziwang, leaving only a bare "agave" in Dantian.

Under this fierce injection, this arm became more powerful and terrible.

At this time, the real killing tricks appeared, and the wind was suddenly, and the mysterious qi around was still absorbed, and it was still "Wounds of the World", but the momentum was more than doubled.

Poor Qi is still mobilizing the wrapping and cutting of flesh and flesh away from the red cricket. If the normal person is entangled by this magic weapon, it can almost be sentenced to death.

But at this time, in the face of this strange ability of random flowing and flesh, the effectiveness of the redness is indeed greatly weakened, and it is quite slippery.

Poor Qi is about to succeed.

Fortunately, Jing Ziwang looked faster.

His blue's right arm is already thick, about twice as long as the left arm, and the strong mystery is lingering on it, and the claws are like a strange and terrible spear.

Jing Ziwang's spear is very stingy. This spear will be penetrated from his neck. The bone spurs will cut the tiger body into large pieces, and then the mysterious qi will burst into it, and the flesh and blood will be thoroughly torn.

After this trick, even if the poor Qi did not die, there was no resistance.

At this moment.

Suddenly, Pei Liquan was in front of his eyes, and the operation of the foresight of his eyes suddenly faster.

He was shocked, and he didn't know why he was out of the status of the quail's head.

But if you look at it again, the dust is still slowly climbing in the air, and the red sturgeon flies slowly dance.

Just ... what has been faster!

Yes ... this deformed tiger's body in front of you!

Even though the quail head, Pei Liquid, could hardly see the action of one person and one tiger, but at this time, the movement of the tiger was obviously a few grades faster than Jing Ziwang.

Among the flesh and redness of Feiliu, a pair of pupils flashed, and then inlaid there, the tiger head formed again.

At the moment with these magnificent golden eyes, Pei Liquid was like a ice cellar.

It also has [quail first].

Under the ability of this kind of hole to watch the fire, the last part of the red puppet is like a knot from a child, which was quickly disassembled by the poor and accurate and quickly. When Jing Ziwang's claws came over, the poor Qi had been lightly avoided, and the claws were lightly avoided.

Press his heart.

Collapse, squeeze, burst.

Just like the back of the knife and the garlic.

The pale bone spurs came out of the chest, accompanied by a large number of flying blood that pumped from the master's strong heart.

Even though the damage that the two sides can erupt, the strong body of Xianxing's strong body can easily compare the shoulders. Below the claws, Jing Ziwang has fell open to the ground.

The powerful vitality of the master still played a role. Jing Zi looked at his face with blood, lifted his hand, raised his hand, and surrounded him obediently.

He still wanted to work hard to condense another blow, but he stretched his claws and held his shoulders, leaned down, and bit his head.

Pei Li was looking at this scene in place, and his body was as cold as a corpse.

Last time, the victory of despair really made him retrieve the "crane bone bamboo Zhi" himself. He was full of confidence, the sword heart was bright, never folded his waist, and never fear.

Therefore, although the enemy this time is 100 times stronger than the last time, he still did not choose to leave.

Because he abandoned others to escape, it was the practice that he had rejected in that rainy night.

But in the real world, no one can continue to victory.

The defeat may be next time.

And this time, even if he learned a few brains in the back, there would be no chance.

"Lack of trust between us."

Black Suddenly said.

Trust ... yes.

From the beginning, he had doubts about this inexplicable black boss. At the time of Dingchi, he was still doubting its purpose.

Although the two days of getting along made the relationship between the two slightly closer, this time is obviously too short.

The shortcomings are not enough to flatten the gap between the two, let alone the complete trust of the fairy hunting and the deeds, and the trust of life and death.

Therefore, when Black Board has clearly told him that "Jing Ziwang will die, you will have no chance," he still chooses to believe his eyes, and wants to use his rough vision and barren knowledge to analyze the war bureau and find opportunities.

However, it turns out that opportunities have never existed.

"Helpless, don't blame you." Hei Yan finally sighed, completely silent, and seemed to be ready to welcome the failure.

Pei liquid has no blood on the surface, and no words are not posted.

The poor and strange in front of him ignored him, bowing his head to the body of the master.

Obviously suffered such a blow, and threw so many blood, but it could not see the injuries left by the first war at all.

The damage must be there, but it is completely hidden.

Just like the monster that fixes the bones and tendons first, this poor has a higher level of similar abilities.

If a person is cut off, it may not be fatal, but it is almost impossible to fight. For people, the injury will weaken vitality and combat power at the same time.

But this poor strangeness is not. The injury seems to only lose its life. Even if it will die next moment, it can still fight you at this moment.

Unfortunately, this discovery is useless.

Pei Li was unwilling to watch Jing Zi look at Jing Ziwang aside like a lamb to be slaughtered. He held his horn handle, pumped his sword, and killed him with his face.

Poor strange heads don't stop, just swing up the sharp tail hook at will.

Pei liquid was too late to have any reactions, and the throat had been suffocated subconsciously by the sharp ice cold.

But the ice was not pierced.

Pei Li raised his head, and Qi Qi also turned to the ghosts of the ghosts, and stared at him with a pair of golden light eyes.

The eyes flashed in confusion, and the head was impatiently shook his head, as if it was interfered with a certain will.

In the end, this will take advantage of the upper hand. It turns back and swallows the last half of the body into the abdomen and slowly digested. The tail rolls up the pei fluid and expands a pair of wings.
Chapter completed!