Chapter 137

It's when Xueqing river is closing its eyes and waiting to die.

Behind him, a voice of some beating suddenly sounded, and then xueqinghe felt his waist tight.

"Hello, Hello, Prince, you are not strong enough to survive. Do you give up?"

Ye Zhiqiu, who appears behind the snow river with flying thunder, laughs and laughs.

When ye Zhiqiu's voice fell, Xueqing River felt a slight vibration. At this time, it should be the light column of the white tiger spirit beast that attacked it. But it seems that he is OK?

Xueqinghe opened his eyes with some doubts. For the first time, he didn't notice Ye Zhiqiu holding his waist. Instead, he looked at the scene in front of him.

The white tiger's beam was so close to him that it seemed that he could reach out and touch it. He could even see that the space around it was distorted.

But is the column of light so destructive that it is blocked?

Blocking it is a height of more than 20 meters, all over the body of the purple giant.

The giant held a purple round shield in his left hand and a purple sword handle in his right hand?

That white tiger spits out the light column, is precisely by this purple round shield to block. Whether it is the purple giant or the shield sword in its hand, it is translucent and does not affect visual observation. The purple giant doesn't seem to have a strong defense, but the light column that the white tiger spits out is blocked by something that doesn't seem to have much defense. Except for a slight vibration, a trace of energy doesn't pour in. At this time, the giant's interior is like the safest place in the world.

Looking at the snow river some sluggish expression, leaf Zhiqiu mouth hook up.

Su Zuo is always so successful.

He is now using the third stage of Suzou. Originally, he thought that it would not be so easy to resist the attack of white tiger spirits and beasts.

But xuzuo's left hand is the most powerful defense artifact eight foot mirror, which makes it easier to resist the light column attack of white tiger.

The beam of light could not break through the defense of the eight foot mirror, except that it was so loud that it almost rose slightly in mid air.

As for the handle held by xuzuo's right hand, it is the handle of the ten fist sword. When you don't want to attack with the ten fist sword, it is in this form, not only the ten fist sword, but also the eight foot mirror.

Both artifact are energy forms. The eight foot mirror can be changed in many ways, and can even be directly attached to the Su Zuo Neng. However, the defense of the eight foot mirror will be weakened. The round shield like this is the strongest defense posture of the eight foot mirror.

Xueqing River, who had come back to his senses in a daze, suddenly found himself held in his arms by that son of a bitch. He had never been held so close by a person since he was so big. He suddenly struggled.

"Don't move. As soon as I let go, you'll have to fall outside of Su Zuo nenghu. Do you want to be blasted into slag by this white tiger light wave?" Ye Zhiqiu reached his ear and whispered.

Two people are very close, each other can feel each other's breath, a faint fragrance around the tip of the nose.

"prince, your majesty, how does a big man still use perfume? Like a woman. " Ye Zhiqiu manipulates Su Zuo Neng, and he also makes fun of xueqinghe.

My mother was originally a woman...

xueqinghe had a black face. Although his body did not dare to move around, he said with dissatisfaction: "the son of God is really hidden. The 70 level says that he is in the 40 level, but people are not old-fashioned. It is really admirable for his ability to play with and applaud the whole world."

Ye Zhiqiu Leng way, "when am I 70 levels?"

"The real body of Wu Hun has come out, the son is still pretending to be meaningless now..." Xue Qing River frowned.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly turned a white eye. How can anyone see his own Su Zuo Neng and think it is the real body of the martial spirit?

At the beginning, Zhao Wuji was like this, and now xueqinghe is the same...

the question is, this is not the real body of the martial spirit...

my own martial spirit is to write lunyan, and the soul skill is also attached by ninja. Ye Zhiqiu doesn't know what his real body will be like in the future.

But he knew that his real body could never be so simple as Su Zuo Neng.

"Before you make a final decision, please see the number of my soul rings first, and then consider whether I am the real body of the martial spirit..." Ye Zhiqiu looks helpless.

"What's more, your highness, I have saved your life. Three conditions should be offset by one. It's not too much to ask for."

At this time there is no danger, Xueqing river is not too flustered, he turned with golden pupil, inexplicable smile: "that's not good, I didn't let you save me, your own initiative to save naturally can't be a condition."

"Oh?" Ye Zhiqiu nodded clearly, "well, I'll throw you out. If you die, the three conditions are gone... I'll save myself a little."

Xueqing River:...

[negative emotion value from Qianren snow plus 566...]Aware of his waist on the arm of a loose, snow river suddenly surprised, asshole you really let go?

Ye Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes and laughed. His left hand was tightened again. He held xueqinghe back to his arms. He had a good time, but he almost didn't scare the soul of Xueqing River away.

Xueqinghe thinks that this son of a bitch is going to throw himself out.

He turned his head and glared at Ye Zhiqiu angrily: "is it fun to play me? And before that, you can resist the attack of this soul beast, and you still pretend to be there. Is it particularly interesting to see me in a mess? "

Ye Zhiqiu tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded his head with a positive look. "It's really interesting. Ah, the main prince, you patronize and run, and you didn't ask me..."

[negative emotions from xueqinghe add 566...]

xueqinghe's face is a little red, not because he was held in his arms by Ye Zhiqiu, but by the king Eight egg gas.

He was angry and felt pain.

If it is not still in the sky, it is estimated that xueqinghe will hit Ye Zhiqiu's face with another fist.

The two people in the sky chatted happily. The white tiger standing on the ground spraying light for half a day was tired and panting.

It has some panic in its double pupil. What's the matter with this person? Suddenly, it becomes so big that I can't beat it. Although the strength of ghosts and beasts is not determined by their body size, those super big ones will never be weak.

The white tiger spirit has been spitting light, trying to spray the purple giant a little higher, fall down and not die, it can also give itself a little more time to run.

Yes, it's ready to run. After all, it has lived for so many years and is not stupid. Its own white tiger lieguangbo, that purple giant, is so relaxed that it doesn't run to stay and wait for death?

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