Chapter 622: Savage Winding

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the latest chapter of Shura Tiandi will be updated as soon as possible!
Chapter 622: Barbaric Entanglement
Qin Mingxuan's expression was slightly stagnant, what happened? Has the poisoning started? He crushed all the grass in the infant soul from the beginning and scattered it in the air. However, after waiting for a scent of incense, it had no effect. He thought that toxicity wouldn't work for Sheng Wu, and he stopped thinking about it. However, after so long, it still happened? Looking at the appearance of the burial witch master, it seems that the poisoning is very deep and the injuries are very serious.
"Wow ..." The funeral witch advocated vomiting blood, and the consciousness turned around, crumbling.
Qin Ming opened his mouth slightly, and the effect of hiding the grass in the infant soul was so terrible? Can even high-level saint martial arts be poisoned? who cares! withdraw! Qin Mingqiang endured the severe pain, spread his wings to fly into the air, and fled the forest.
The burial witch master covered his chest with force, forcibly squeezing the blood in his body. How could this be? Is Taiji Smelter So Domineering?
Why didn't it reach this level before?
Wait, it doesn't look like the furnace is hurting, but ...
poison?
I've been poisoned?
From the beginning, you feel unwell. But because these days have been tortured by the Taiji furnace, all kinds of uncomfortable and various pains, did not pay much attention to the strange feeling of weakness just now. She was vigilant on several occasions, and thought of Taiji Refining Furnace subconsciously, thinking that it was making trouble.
Is Qin Ming poisoning me?
Poisoning, Taiji Furnace, the two interact?
"Abominable ..." The burial witch master stood on the trunk holding the trunk.
A golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of her.
"Qin Ming?" The owner of the buried flower witch looked cold.
"Witch master, what's wrong with you? Is it hard to bear?" Qin Ming asked deliberately in surprise, but slap his right hand to the witch master who buried the flower.
The burial witch master subconsciously tried to dodge, but as a result he became drowsy and raised his hand, but did not catch it. The crackling sound was crisp, and Qin Ming's slap was slammed her face.
The burial witch master did not stand firmly and fell to the side. The veil fell, revealing the beauty of the extreme beauty, Feng eyes closed slightly, blood hanging on the corners of the mouth, and a lot of beauty.
"What a special thing ... cool!" Qin Ming turned in place, twisted his left foot, and his right leg crossed, gathering tens of thousands of pounds of strength, turning to the waist of the buried flower witch. There was a muffled sound, and the undecorated funeral witch master Jiao shuddered and was turned round. Qin Ming pushed out a hand and landed on the abdomen of the buried flower witch. The moment before the attack, he suddenly made a fist and turned fiercely, hitting her belly like a wind drill.
The burial witch lord flew out horizontally, smashing three large trees in a row, forcing his feet firmly, blood spewed out again, and almost half kneeled on the ground.
"I didn't expect it? Does the poisoning feel good?" Qin Ming rushed for more than ten steps, stood up, and slammed his right foot against the exquisite jade of the buried flower witch master.
The blood and blood in the body of the funeral witch was painful like a river over the river, and her spiritual power was uncontrolled and scattered, and her consciousness was blurred. With a weak sense of crisis, he barely raised his hand to intercept.
Snapped!
Crisp ringing thunder, Qin Ming's explosive power gathered on this foot.
The right hand of the burial witch was bounced up fiercely, the phalanges were fragmented, the skin was flesh, the huge force hit the palm of the hand, and the body was forcibly pulled up.
Qin Ming grabbed the throat of the buried flower witch master and drank, "Slut, this is retribution!"
The burial witch master forcibly exercised his power, regained his consciousness a little, and turned sideways in a flash.
result……
Qin Ming grabbed it, didn't grab her throat, grabbed the collar, stabbed along with that crit-like force, and tore his upper body clothes. The white incense shoulders, silky silk, and the fiery red coat wrapped upright plump, swinging a slight arc, all forming a strong visual impact.
A slight coolness of the chest and shoulders made the consciousness of the buried flower witch suddenly clear.
"The maintenance is pretty good, it's quite awkward." Qin Ming shook off the robe in his hand, tossed in the air, and swept his feet one after another, drawing towards the body of the burial witch master.
The tortoise was lying inside, suddenly listening to the outside sounds wrong, hurriedly lying on the collar to poke out his head, hiss ... so white ... so tender ... so plump ... you can do this as a kid Recruited.
"Unforgivable!" The burial witch master burst into fury, and the towering Shengwei burst out of the body, instantly hitting nearly a thousand meters of space.
The air waves were full of rage and fury. Numerous large trees stood up to the ground. A large number of boulders flew across the sky. The strong dust roared and turned over. Qin's life was the first to be drowned. He was already wounded, and this rush almost cost him his life, and he seemed to be torn apart.
"puff……"
The buried flower witch lord sprayed blood again, and knelt down on the ground. The toxicity was violent, stimulating the Taiji furnace, boiling heat waves from inside to outside, as if to burn her to ashes. She was trembling slightly, her face was cold and sweaty, and her internal organs were cramping.
"Click ..."
There was a crisp sound in the dust and fog nearby, the sound of stepping on a branch.
The burial witch master suddenly turned his head, and in the mist, a figure covered with blood was walking out.
"Infant's soul hiding grass can poison Shengwu? Hehe ... No, I seem to understand, it is something left in your body during the autumn." Qin Ming stomped his feet and wobbled his clothes It was shabby, and covered with golden blood, but with a stern expression and a terrible look, like a furious lion staring at his prey.
"No matter how serious the injury is, it won't be your turn to arrogantly in front of me." The blood under the eyes of the burial witch master appeared, and all the petals around him rose up, converging toward this place.
Qin Ming gritted his teeth and slammed on the burial witch master. Before the petals gathered around her, he forcibly hugged her and tossed him aside.
Whistling, the petals whistled, and they all smashed to Qin Ming, but Qin Ming hugged the burial flower witch master violently and rolled on the ground. If he killed Qin Ming, he would also bury the flower witch master with serious injuries. In particular, her body was boiling like a river, and she couldn't withstand serious injuries.
While he was hesitant to bury the flower witch master, Qin Ming, in a random tear, unexpectedly gave her obscene clothes to ...
"Get away!"
The burial witch master struggled fiercely, and Bingqingyujie's delicate body had never been so insulted by a man.
"If you can't kill me, I'll kill you! Come, don't hesitate." Qin Ming's limbs entangled the burial witch master like iron tongs, and he fell down with a wheel, hitting violently in the ruins, as far as possible Do not give her a chance to attack her petals, or give her a chance to withdraw. The thunder and lightning of the whole body raged with the strongest power. He shouted, snarled, full of beasts, bursting out of his whole body desperately, tens of thousands of kilograms of power were added to the soft body of the burial witch master, as if to break her hoop.
"Crunch ..."
The burial witch master faintly heard the cracking of her body bones. Internal injuries and external forces made her almost mad. Never before was the wave of mood finally rippling. She bit Qin Ming's shoulder in one bite.
Qin Ming realized that it was not good, and forcibly twisted his body without even thinking about it. This woman can't go crazy and bite people like other women, there must be other attempts.
Sure enough, the burial witch's master rolled a tip of his tongue, condensed a petal, and struck Qin Ming's shoulder. If it wasn't for Qin Ming's subconscious avoidance, this petal would pierce his body cavity and penetrate his internal organs. Rao is so, the petals still beat out from the back, shattered two bones, and brought up large swaths of blood.
"Ah!" Qin Ming screamed, grabbed her hair with her right hand, pulled back sharply, and bit her open white jade neck.
"Well ..." the turtle screamed strangely, and his eyes were about to stare out. Ah, this action, this passion, this passion, give you two a bed, you can make a baby!