Chapter 389: Desperate

One hand on the rockery, the micro-side of the head, revealing the handsome face and the beautiful white snow neck, slowly said: "I am not impatient, but I am very impatient to see you this group of dregs live. ""
"So, I have to send you all to hell, so as not to obey my eyes!"
"Let's let go!" The middle-aged man heard the smug seven-smoke smoke, pointing at the sigh of the brook. "What do you think, I dare to go to my house in Jiang, and dare to smother the guard of Jiang, really when I am ginger." No one can't make it!"
"Come on, come on with me, I have to look at it, a second child in the base period, where the dog comes to us to go crazy."
The mania of the words, but the middle-aged man did not dare to neglect, and soon offered a cold green sword.
The middle-aged man's spiritual power was poured in, and the long sword made a whistling whistle, and soon flew toward the brook in the rockery.
At the same time, those who followed the middle-aged man's meditation period were also offering the magic weapon, ready to send.
Seeing the green sword, I saw it in front of Tunxi. The slender hand held the purple vine, and suddenly it was swept away.
Just listen to the "啪" sound, and the fire in the blink of an eye.
The green long sword was stopped by purple vines in midair, and waited for the middle-aged man to react, suddenly turned around and flew away toward the crowd.
"Ah---!" One of the guards made a scream of screaming, and the whole body was crossed by a green sword.
He slowly looked down at the long sword in his chest, his eyes full of incredible sorrow, and then, the first sigh, cut off the breath.
Xixi holds the purple meditation and stands on the top of the hill.
A silky silky black hair flutters gently, and the purple vines dance gently in her hands. The beautiful face of the teenager shows a deep smile, and the beauty of the face is like poetry. At this time, it looks like a dead man. It is generally scary.
The middle-aged man's face became extremely ugly, and the green flying sword inserted in his chest was even more humming, and he returned to his hand.
He originally thought that it was only a warrior in the base period. Even if the magic weapon in his hand was more powerful, he might have a good time to deal with a group of foundations, and he could run into his own high-ranking warrior.
However, it is clear that the facts at hand are far from what he imagined.
"What kind of person are you?" The middle-aged man’s heart was filled with fear, and he couldn’t help but raise his throat to ask.
But before he finished speaking, Tunxi suddenly jumped, and the whole person flew up like a flying swallow, and the purple vines in her hand screamed and swept out.
Just listening to the loud noise of the "砰", the purple vines wrapped up the bodies of more than a dozen foundation warriors, and then they fell to the wall.
It is not high that these foundation-building warriors were originally repaired. They were destroyed by the purple phantom and broke the spiritual defense. Without the spiritual defense, they were just ordinary people's bodies.
Being so smashed on the wall, there was no snoring at all, and the whole body was broken and the death was clean and neat.
The middle-aged man has a frightened expression on his face at this time, and he wants to call everyone together.
Suddenly, there was a clap of applause from behind him, and then a young voice with a smile slowly sounded. "Good skill, good magic weapon, really a hero is a teenager!"