? "Palace Master!" Jian Yue exclaimed, and reached out to catch Ling Jing Palace Master.--. Unexpectedly, Ling Jing Palace Master raised his hand and slapped Jian Yue's Tianling. The light energy on his palm was hazy and the strong wind was whistling. It was obvious that he used the immortal power. If this palm hit, Jian Yue would probably have his brains burst out soon.

Jianyue was completely stupid, not understanding why the Palace Master suddenly killed him, so he stood in a daze and completely forgot to dodge. Han Yun hurriedly pushed Jianyue away, and the Palace Master Ling Jing turned into a slap in front of Han Yun.

The Palace Master Ling Jing was stunned. He was about to stop his palm, but when Han Yun raised his palm with cold eyes, a strange anger arose in his heart. So he didn't stop his palm, but instead added a few immortal powers and said to himself: "You actually gave this palm to this palace for Jianyue, and that palace will fulfill you!"

The God Sea of ​​Lingjing Palace Master, who was in mid-air, suddenly felt a sharp pain. His sharp palm immediately became weak, covered his headache and cried, and his face was pale and rushed into Han Yun's arms. Suddenly, Han Yun's hand had touched the soft breasts of Lingjing Palace Master, and hurriedly removed the immortal power.

Pang~

The two of them hugged each other and rolled on the ground a few times. Han Yun took advantage of the situation to seal the power of the Palace Master Ling Jing. The Palace Master Ling, who was about to struggle, immediately softened his body, and his smooth forehead hit Han Yun's lips.

"Oh!" Han Yun felt a pain on his lips, and his tongue tasted a salty smell. It was obviously his lips were broken. The Palace Master Ling Jing covered his red forehead and frowned tightly, looking extremely painful. Han Yun was furious and swung his palm and slapped two loud slaps on the Palace Master Ling Jing's round and rolling buttocks, cursing: "A cruel and ruthless, unreasonable slutty!"

The Lord of Ling Jing had a split headache, but he still knew that Han Yun had sucked his butt twice. He felt that his butt was so hot that he felt the pain. His throat was sweet under his heart. A mouthful of blood spilled on Han Yun's face. He fainted when he tilted his head. Zhen's head was tilted against Han Yun's chest, and his body was soft.

"Palace Master!" Jian Yue screamed and rushed up to help Ling Jing's Palace Master. Han Yun was also shocked. This girl had vomited so much blood today. If she died, it would be a big trouble. She hurriedly said: "Don't panic, help her sit down!"

Jianyue hurriedly helped Lord Lingjing to sit down. Han Yun pressed his palm against Lord Lingjing's pink, and a gentle wood-attribute immortal power slowly poured in, and the blood rushing of Lord Lingjing's Palace was surging. After a while, Lord Lingjing's Palace woke up slowly.

"Parent Lord, you are awake!" Jian Yue screamed happily, his eyes flushed slightly, and his care was beyond words, without any pretentiousness. The Palace Master Ling Jing felt a sense of guilt. Looking back on the past, Jian Yue Mingfeng and the other four accompanied him to the spiritual world. They took care of him meticulously for more than ten years and were loyal. Although he was not mean to them, he was not good. He even regarded him as dispensable servants, and even used Jian Yue as a bet. He just killed her because of anger, but she still cared about him so much.

"Maybe Yun Han is right, this palace is indeed a selfish and ruthless person, so in his mind, this palace is not even as good as Jianyue!" The Palace Master Ling Jing stared at Jianyue's concerned face blankly.

Jianyue couldn't help but say in surprise: "Parent Lord, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Jianyue!"

The Lord of Ling Jing Palace returned to his focal length and said lightly: "Jianyue, I'm sorry!"

Jianyue instantly petrified. She thought she had heard it wrongly. The palace master actually said sorry to him and said juicyly: "The palace master is not sorry to me!"

Han Yun let go of the hand pressed on the back of the Lord Ling Jing Palace and said, "What a strange thing, Your Highness, the princess actually said sorry to his servants!"

The Lord Ling Jing's face turned red, and suddenly felt the buttocks were numb. He couldn't help but remember Han Yun slapped his buttocks twice in front of everyone, and stared at Han Yun with his teeth tightly, as if he was about to rush to bite him twice.

"Jianyue, untie it for me!" The Lord of Ling Jing said coldly.

Han Yun shook his head and said, "Jianyue, don't help her, so as not to bite people crazy!"

Jian Yue showed a look of embarrassment on her face, and finally she slapped the sealed meridians on the Lord Ling Jing's body. Han Yun immediately jumped a few meters away alertly in case the girl suddenly attacked and stabbed herself like she was killing the third child. Her belly was not as thick as the third child.

The Palace Master Ling Jing did not chase him up, but just stared at Han Yun coldly: "Aren't you very majestic just now? Are you scared now?"

Han Yun was about to retort, but suddenly he felt like his hair was standing up and shouted quickly: "Be careful, everyone!"

As soon as the words were finished, the third brother was wrapped in a ball of black gas and sank into the ground. The eldest brother and the second brother screamed, and two pumpkin sledgehammers were smashed out at the same time.

Bang bang ~

The earth was shaken instantly, and the stone chips flew. The black gas wrapped in the third child loosened, and the third child was shocked and bounced up. Han Yun threw the rotten iron spear in his hand with all his might, piercing into the black gas. The ground shook violently again, and the black gas completely emerged from the ground and condensed into a huge monster nearly a foot high.

The weird man was covered with simple clothes to cover the vital parts, his muscles were bulging, his feet were covered with black and dense body hair, his nostrils were facing the sky, his head was horny, and his hair was dark red. A pair of eyes as big as copper bells stared at Han Yun fiercely.

Han Yun waved his hand and summoned the rotten iron spear back, thinking in his heart: "Is this Voldemort? Why is it so similar to those demons who met on the 18th floor!"

Gu~

The monster let out a muffled roar, raised his hands, and bent his knees with his strong thighs, and his posture seemed to be about to pounce on Han Yun. The powerful aura made Han Yun feel breathless, and he held the rotten iron spear tightly with both hands.

The Lord of the Ling Jing Palace looked solemn and used his single sword to move forward, and sent a voice transmission: "It's indeed Voldemort. All of us are not his opponents. Don't fight later, and you will run away when you look for an opportunity!"

Han Yun turned his head and glanced at the Palace Master Ling Jing. He really didn't understand what this girl was thinking. He wanted to kill him, and then he said to remind himself to be careful. Only the Palace Master Ling Jing could do such a contradictory thing.

The third brother and the second brother stood on the injured third brother, staring at Voldemort vigilantly. The three living treasures who like to quarrel were surprisingly quiet.

"Damn human, I actually stabbed the nest twice, and the nest could not spare Ni!" Voldemort shouted loudly, and the pronunciation made people laugh.

The iron gun in Han Yun's hand shook, and he smiled and said, "I won't spare Ni, Ni, please take the shit!"

Lord Ling Jing couldn't help but spat secretly when he heard Han Yun's strange tone. Could this guy be born to be afraid?

Voldemort stared at the bad iron spear in Han Yun's hand, as if he was very afraid of the inconspicuous bad iron spear. Han Yun's heart moved, and the tip of the spear shook and attacked. It was too late for the Palace Lord Ling Jing to call him.

Voldemort's speed was indeed very fast. Although he was tall, he moved like the wind when he moved. When Han Yun's Flowing Cloud Shadow Spear was opened, the gun was full of shadows, and the tip of the gun was dotted, like a flowing cloud and water, and his movements were as sharp as a dragon.

Seeing that Voldemort was just dodging, the Palace Master Ling Jing frowned slightly as if he was afraid of Han Yun, and said to himself: "Did I take a look away? His inconspicuous iron spear has other secrets?"

Boss: "Awesome, this brat actually tied with Voldemort?"

The second child: "There are weird and weird!"

The wound had been bandaged, and the third brother, who was still pale, interrupted without hesitation and said: "Is this kid's weapon a magic weapon?"

Boss: "Third brother, you are not hurting your head anymore, why do you seem to be rusted? The magic weapon is just like this bird?"

The third old lady glared: "You know what the hell is, the divine weapon likes this bird. What's that called... the divine object... that comfort!"

Han Yun, who was entangled by Voldemort, almost threw himself down. The three live treasures were so fucking funny!

Jianyue's sweet face couldn't help but feel embarrassed. However, the Palace Master Ling Jing snorted coldly and scolded: "Three idiots are the divine objects!" It seems that this girl still doesn't know the powerful significance of the divine objects' self-masturbation.

The third brother's eyes lit up and nodded, "That's right, it's just... the magical object is obscured, and the ugly monster is right!" The living treasure was almost cut open by the Palace Master Ling Jing, as if he didn't hold any grudges at all.

"Okay, no matter whether it is self-deprecating or self-comfort, come and help!" Han Yun shouted loudly. Jianyue couldn't help but spat inwardly, pinched the sword technique with his hand, and the flying sword stabbed Voldemort in the air. Voldemort actually punched it out casually, instantly smashing Jianyue's flying sword out.

When ~

The flying sword hit the cave wall hard, and the light fell to the ground dimly. Jianyue's face turned slightly pale, and she was slightly injured in just one move.

The Palace Master Ling Jing was shocked and shouted: "Vodemort's defense is extremely strong, attack his eyes!" As he said that, he pinched the magic trick and shot an ice cone into Voldemort's eyes.

Seeing this, Jianyue hurriedly cast an ice cone to attack Voldemort's eyes. This move worked. Voldemort was furious and his speed was stuttered by Han Yun's spear tip.

"Damn it!" Voldemort was furious, and shook Han Yun and rushed towards Jianyue. He obviously knew that Jianyue was the weakest among the people. Voldemort was extremely fast, and his thoughts had already reached Jianyue's front. He stretched out his huge arm and pinched Jianyue's throat. Jianyue hurriedly retreated backwards, but how quickly it was beyond Voldemort, she could even smell the strange smell from Voldemort's hands.

Chiu ~

The sword light flashed like a horse, and the single sword in the hand of the Palace Master Ling Jing slashed behind Voldemort's head with a sharp sword intent.

When ~

The single sword was slashing on the back of his head without bias, and the red hair fell, and the sharp knife intention barely cut a shallow hole behind Voldemort's head, and the light green liquid oozed out.

Voldemort screamed in pain, and suddenly withdrew his hand and rushed to the Lord Lingjing Palace. Jianyue fell softly to the ground to breathe, and five purple fingerprints appeared on his snow-white pink neck. Although Voldemort's grab was not firm, the powerful magic knife almost made her throat crush. If it weren't for the Lord Lingjing Palace's sword that cut in time, Jianyue would have been a dead body at this moment. Please see if there is no advertisement for the first release -.

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