Chapter 1146: 魔教妖女25

The two sides confronted each other and stared at Zhao Bo and Ye Hua, who were struggling to fight.
In the end, the strength of the night birch was a little weaker and lost.
The night bib came back, his face was faint, and his mouth was a little bloody, apparently injured.
"Brother, you are fine." Ning Shu took out the medicine bottle and got a medicine. "This is the healing medicine made by the elder Gu, eat fast."
The night birch took the medicine.
"Night Birch, you are much weaker than your father, and the child is not as good as the father." Retired the night bib, Zhao Bo appeared quite arrogant and full of enthusiasm.
Ning Shu flew out. "Generally, I am bullying the old, leaning against the old and selling the old, and I am not worried. When I am at the martial arts conference, I can beat you down. Now I can beat you to find the teeth."
"Let's go, do you have the right to speak here?" Zhao Bobai fluttered and looked ugly.
Ning Shu sneered a little, "Old things, what stuff."
Ningshu mobilized the strength of Dantianli. After a period of cultivation, Ningshu’s strength was stronger.
Ning Shu pinched his fist, and his fist loomed a white, almost transparent faucet, and roared silently. With Ning Shu’s punch, the faucet became more and more stunned.
Zhao Bo looked a little dignified, and then slammed against Ningshu counterattack.
Ning Shu has a faucet for every fist.
Night Birch saw Ning Shu’s fist and picked up Ying’s eyebrows.
Every time Zhao Bo and Ning Shu's fists docked, they felt a powerful force, and they stunned the whole body, and even the lungs were shaking.
Zhao Bo is lucky, his body is getting stronger and stronger, and everyone present is feeling hard to breathe.
Especially the opposite Ningshu, I feel the pressure is especially large.
Ning Shu smiled coldly and looked at Zhao Bo’s appearance, only to cultivate the back.
Zhao Bo’s eyes are a little scarlet, and his face is agitated like a blue vein.
Ning Shu hangs up and unleashes, releasing the qi in the body, an invisible dragon-shaped gas roaring toward Zhao Bo, directly through Zhao Bo's body, and still passed through several times.
Ning Shufei passed, and a palm was shot in the heart of Zhao Bo. Zhao Bo spit out the blood and flew out, hitting the stone wall, and Zhao Bo spit out a blood.
Zhao Bo stared at Ning Shu's eyes more and more scarlet, and the blue veins on his face would bulge for a while, and then disappeared, just like a cockroach in the flesh, and looked particularly infiltrated.
"Give me the enchanting demon of the demon." Zhao Bo screamed.
"Fortress, this, the strength of the devil is too strong, if you are afraid that it will be a heavy loss." One person said.
"I said, give me a fight, who will not kill innocent." Zhao Boyi shot his own person who retorted himself.
The man was violently ruptured by Zhao Bo’s palm, spit out a blood, and the blood was broken inside.
This person has not been saved.
Others watched Zhao Bo so cruel and ruthless, and began to rush toward the magic.
"Kill it..."
The two parties gathered together like two waves of water, fighting together, and for a while, the rich blood was scattered.
Many people have suffered injuries and lost their lives. There are those who are decent and have the Holy Spirit.
Ning Shu looked at these killings. The death of these people was due to the ambition of some people.
Ning Shu’s eyes saw Hui’s little monk, sitting on the floor and meditating on the sutra.
He was quiet and peaceful, and between the sound of killing, he looked so clean.
There were many people who walked in front of him, and someone fell in front of him, and blood spattered on him.
His expression has always been peaceful and compassionate.
Ningshu: →_→
Not making hair, she really wants to poke this guy a sword.
Zhao Bo screamed at Chao Ningshu and Ye Hua, and his look was a bit weird and mad.
"You monsters of these magical teachings should die." Zhao Bo's hands hit a strong temper, and rushed to Ningshu and Yehua.
Ning Shu escaped the attack and attacked Zhao Bo with the night birch. Zhao Bo was injured before, and now he was attacked by two people. It was very difficult at one time.
"Let you see my power." Zhao Bo snorted, his clothes were scattered.
Zhao Bo’s eyes were scarlet, and he quickly spread his hand to the heart of the night birch, and the night birch spit blood back.
Ningshu released a dragon-shaped shape, and the dragon passed through Zhao Bo’s body. Zhao Bo spit out a blood, but his momentum is getting stronger and stronger.
His eyes are a bit sloppy.
"He went into flames." Night Hua said with a heart.
Ning Shu: ...
It’s even stronger when it’s gone.
I feel like a nerve patient, running fast.
Longxing gas shape constantly passed through Zhao Bo's body, Zhao Bo mouth spit blood, but the more the war and the more brave, rushed toward the night.
Zhao Bo is very keen to kill the night bishop, the demon teacher.
Ning Shu opened the night bib, and he reached out to the palm and Zhao Bo, and both of them flew out at the same time.
Ning Shu’s mouth overflowed with blood, and Zhao Bo spit out a blood directly, but he was tireless and showed no signs of injury. Instead, he went to kill other people.
Zhao Bo is very powerful. Not only do the people who teach the devil also kill, but they kill red eyes, no matter who is in front of them, they kill.
Not only the people who kill the devil, but also the ones who kill themselves, are simply pitted.
"All returned." The night birch drums, the Holy Devils immediately returned to the Holy Devils.
And then the famous decent is a bit hard, and now Zhao Bo is like a mad dog, who catches who bites.
No matter who killed the person in front of him, the tempered blood was blinded.
The sacred people looked at Zhao Bo’s murder with a blank expression.
"Amitabha." Huiji Xiaohe is far away from the Ningshu and has a Buddhist ceremony. "Please ask the female donor to help control the Zhaomeng master, lest more people will encounter the accident."
Ning Shu smiled at Huiji. "Little monk, I will not control people, only kill people."
"Now Zhao Meng is very dangerous. If you run out, it will cause a lot of damage." Huiji Xiaohe said to Ningshu.
The voice of Huiji’s little monk caught the attention of Zhao Bo, and Zhao Bo reached out and attacked the minimalist monk.
Ning Shu took a rope and went to Zhao Bo, and the little monk avoided Zhao Bo.
Ning Shu pulled the rope with his hands and tied it to Zhao Bo. He quickly tied a few more.
Zhao Bo moved his body and seemed to want to break the rope away. Ning Shu shouted to the night bib: "Brother, throw me a rope again, he..."
When Ning Shu’s words were not finished, I heard a bang, and the blade pierced the sound of flesh.
Ning Shu turned his head and saw a young man holding a sword through Zhao Bo’s chest.
Zhao Bo’s mouth made a gasping voice.
This murderous man’s eyebrows are young and young, and a sword pierced Zhao Bo’s heart. It’s hard to hide his hatred and hatred.
"He is the devil, he killed me..." The man fell to the ground and held his head in both hands.