Jun 20, 2024
And she hasn’t stopped moving.
She has come to the front of Yu Wenxiong through the distance drawn by the elder of the blue waves and bones in the bitter sea to avoid the seven swords!
"Drink!"
YuWenXiong hale and hearty roars with both hands brandishing an iron gun and stabbing at Yu Zhen Empress!
This gun is powerful and fast, and there are ripples around the gun body.
The pike broke straight into Empress Yuzhen’s other room!
Chapter one thousand one hundred and seventeen Half-ancestor!
Facing the heavy iron gun that stabbed me, Empress Yuzhen held out her delicate hand and directly grasped the head of this iron gun!
"Huh?"
Yuwenxiong’s look changed, and he wanted generate’s blood and energy to collapse Empress Yuzhen.
But if he works hard, his face will turn red, and he can make Empress Yuzhen move!
Even Empress Yuzhen’s wrist shows no sign of trembling!
Only at this time did Yu Wenxiong realize the gap between Yu Zhen and his empress.
It’s a pity that he noticed it too late.
"Old and not dead!"
Empress Yuzhen suddenly held the iron gun in her mouth and right hand and stretched out her left hand before striding, seemingly airy and patted it toward Yuwenxiong’s chest.
"It’s a thief!"
Seven words fell on Empress Yuzhen’s palm and pressed Yu Wenxiong’s chest!
Bang!
Yu Wenxiong’s chest collapsed quickly and almost stuck to his spine. It looked as if he had been beaten into a piece of paper by Empress Yuzhen!
The combination of the powerful flesh and the combination of the heavens and the earth and the dharma into the Chinese magic body is invulnerable, invulnerable and incorruptible.
Unexpectedly, it was cut off by the seemingly delicate palm of Empress Yuzhen!
Yu Wenxiong Yuanshen flew out from the top of the skull and looked flustered and fled to the distance.
Even if he doesn’t have much Shou Yuan, he doesn’t want to be killed by a woman who comes out of nowhere!
Empress Yuzhen didn’t even look at him. She turned around and walked towards Langyue Division.
The so-called Lingbo micro-step socks are nothing more than dust
Yu Wenxiong’s heart is happy.
It’s better to escape than to die.
It was the joy in his eyes that he felt a strong crisis before he dispersed, and he caught a glimpse of a bright green brilliance in his eyes!
"It’s the Hosta …"
Yuwenxiong flashed the last thought in my mind.
Poof!
Hosta passed through his Yuan God without stopping.
Yu Wenxiong meteorite!
Empress Yuzhen’s means are so powerful and terrible. In a blink of an eye, the power of six statues has been folded by half!
Su Mo’s spirits were greatly boosted.
Of course, there are still three fit people who can be even more difficult to deal with.