Chapter 638

"Is this shameless? What's more shameless, my superior witch Lord, do you want to try?" Qin Ming wants this effect. The flower burial witch Lord is too calm and frightening. She must disturb her mood in some extreme ways in order to find opportunities and expand the results. He turned his body sideways in the air, and his feet roared like an iron bar. He pulled continuously towards the head of the buried flower witch Lord, forcing her to lean back and dodge. Qin ordered his wings to vibrate, forced him to turn his body right, and grabbed her in front of her chest

"Bastard!" the buried flower witch master was furious. He had just accumulated little spiritual power. All his palms were turned into blood gas to block Qin's life.

"Bang!!"

The fist and palm hit each other with 90000 heavy blows. In a moment, the blood gas of the buried flower witch Lord collapsed and hit her wrist. The sound of bone cracking was particularly harsh. The buried flower witch Lord's right arm bounced off like an electric shock, and his body was involved in losing balance and staggering back. In fact, her counterattack power was not as useful as blood clothes, but Qin Ming's sudden move really stimulated her and confused her.

It's mean, but it works! Qin's life can't control so much. He must bury the flower witch master in disorder. He waved his wings, fast and flexible, pursued the victory, punched back and buried the flower witch Lord, forcing him to retreat again and again, tired of parry.

After thirty attacks in a row, the last punch hit her blood coat in front of her chest.

Blood gas gushes thin and air waves impact.

Qin's life was shaken back, his mouth and nose bled, and the buried flower witch Lord was shaken back and flew out directly.

Qin Ming waved his wings and forcibly controlled his body. He appeared next to the buried flower witch owner like lightning. Before she landed, he grabbed the snow-white jade neck and rose to the sky. He turned 360 degrees directly and hit her on the ground. Such rude behavior and barbaric way, not to mention the high flower burial witch owner, other women have to go crazy.

With a muffled sound, the whole body of the buried flower witch Lord stuck to the ground, cracked the ground and dusty.

A series of fierce attacks were completed at one go and wild and strong. Qin Ming deduced his experience and strength to the extreme.

The buried flower witch Lord was dizzy and trembled to support his body.

Qin's life fell from the sky, pressed the whole up, hugged her from behind, and tightened her hands and feet.

The buried flower witch Lord is angry, again?!

"Lord Wu, you have a good figure."

"Shameless, get out."

"Have you ever touched a man for so many years?"

"I'll frustrate you."

"Lord Wu, it seems that you said it. The more you shout, the more powerless you appear."

The two bodies were entangled together. Qin Ming, like an octopus, entangled her limbs, tossed left and right in the dead leaves of the soil, rolled here, and then rushed there, one provocation and one scream.

Xiao Zu woke up again. He woke up very punctually and looked at him with great interest. Is this bastard addicted? Not once. Do it again. Take advantage of it in the name of fighting. He touched the woman all over! If it weren't for the clothes across the floor, they could really get together.

"I don't kill you, I'm the witch Lord." the witch Lord buried flowers was full of killing intention. The chaotic fight made her in a state of mind and struggled hard, but how could her strength break away from Qin's life.

"Really?" Qin Ming was not as hurt as he was on the island this time. Now yuan force was surging and strong. He found the right time in the scuffle. With a dull roar, his arms suddenly lifted up and clicked. The witch Lord's tightly tightened arm was dislocated and almost had to be removed from his shoulder.

The sharp pain made the buried flower witch master tighten her body in an instant, and bean's sweat hung all over her cheeks. The bottom of her eyes shook with pain, but also shook out her killing intention. She forcibly turned her head and glared at Qin life. Her chest and abdomen churned, her throat rolled, and a terrible blood gas poured into her mouth. After she was tossed for a while, the blood pill in her body was refined, and she called it all again. This time, it was several times stronger than just now.

No! Qin Ming was surprised and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but... It was too late. His eyes moved slightly, his mouth opened and pressed down, even on the red lips of the buried flower witch Lord.

For a moment, the mountain forest seemed quiet. A man and a woman were winding in a strange posture. Their mouths were piled up together and looked at each other.

"Hmm..." Xiao Zu stared, ha, there is a future! This bastard has a bright future! What about the tongue? Stretch! Stretch it out and make another roll. Ha, it's wonderful!

The buried flower witch Lord had accumulated the blood in her mouth and just stopped. Looking at her eyes, she felt the warmth of her mouth and strong breathing. She was really stunned. This moment, as if solidified, and as if after a long time. But the flower burial witch master is the flower burial witch master after all. His eyes suddenly return to Qingming, but... It's too late

Qin Ming's hands did not know when to break her head. At the moment of her recovery, she staggered, clicked, and the crisp sound echoed in the forest land. The extreme explosive force was misplaced on both sides and twisted her neck.

As soon as the pupil of the buried flower witch Lord shrank, his body moved unnaturally, slowly softened under Qin Ming's body, and the blood gas surging in his mouth subsided silently.

"You..." Xiao Zu opened his mouth slightly, looked up at Qin Ming, and looked at the buried flower witch master. "Are you really going to do it?"

Qin Ming slowly relaxed his hands and let go of her head and lips

The head of the buried flower witch Lord was weakly tilted in the soil, and his body was gradually paralyzed without movement.

"I'm talking to you. You kissed me and killed me in the twinkling of an eye?" Xiao Zu jumped and just scared it.

Qin Ming ignored Xiao Zu. Lengsu was on alert again. His eyes were as cold as ice. He stretched out his hand and pressed the jade neck of the buried flower witch master, tested her heartbeat, and stared at her slightly closed eyes for a while.

Dead? Other people should not be able to live like this. However, the flower burial witch master is a holy weapon, a high-level holy weapon. Is it so easy to die? Qin Ming loosened her soft body. To be on the safe side, he took out a machete from the space wrench, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and the wheel knife cut her head. "See if you die."

"Ha! You're going to be unlucky." Xiao Zu suddenly left a word and went back again.

In a moment of life and death, the broken neck of the buried flower witch Lord creaked and healed suddenly. Her lax eyes suddenly killed Qin, opened her mouth and spit out a petal in a flash, hitting the saber accurately.

sham dead? Qin ordered his eyes to coagulate.

Boom!

A torrent of blood burst in the depths of the mountains and forests, shaking the woods and soaring for nearly 100 meters.

Qin ordered him to fly out upside down. It was like being hit by a ground dragon. His bones were misplaced and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He flew far with his blood and hit a low stone mountain. His whole body was stiff and almost carried his breath.

The burial flower witch master slowly got up, his eyes were cold and quiet like a secluded pool, and his shoulders returned to their place in the unnatural click. The refining speed of blood pill in her body is accelerating, and more and more blood gas is released. Her holy power is recovering and her strength is recovering.

She survived her initial weakness.

If it weren't for Qin Ming's "despicable" means, it might be faster.

Qin Ming spat the blood in his mouth and stood up from the rubble. "What a pity, it's almost."

"It's a pity, you don't have a chance anymore." the flower burial witch put on a cloak, covered the blood clothes, walked out of the blood and dust fog, held his slender jade hand forward, a large number of petals floated from his fingertips, and then condensed into a blood sword in an instant. The cold was piercing, and the blood was burning like a flame, full of terrible killing power. The petals continued to float out of the hand and then merged into the blood sword. The sword became more and more powerful. You could feel the cold of death from a distance.

"That's not necessarily true." Qin Ming spread his wings and rushed into the depths of the mountain.

The burial flower witch Lord swallowed all the remaining blood pills, step by step, and began to chase Qin life. Her martial arts are in operation, her spiritual power is melting, and her breath is becoming stronger and stronger. When she recovers to the peak, even thousands of kilometers away, she can blast Qin's life into slag. Qin Ming, look where you're going!