My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 5672: Famous Sword 1

Chapter 5672 Named Sword 1

His face was shocked, and the whole person trembled and wanted to step back a few steps.

But he was imprisoned on the spot.

The facial expression was painful and unbearable, and hissing howl.

"Look at his hand quickly." He Weiping couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, but they saw the Western cultivator, his hands turned red at this time.

As if being roasted on a blaze, the redness was astonishingly hot.

Everyone couldn't help shivering, and then found a more weird scene.

The blood between the man's hands seemed to be boiling, flowing rapidly in the blood vessels. As the sword hilt sucked, the blood on the hands of Xiyu practitioners seemed to be sucked in by the sword a little.

His hands were like bark that had dried up quickly, and he quickly lost weight.

The whole face showed a horrified expression, twisting his head in pain and exclaimed, "Save me, save, save me!"

"It's terrible." Several female practitioners stretched out their hands to cover their faces, trying to suppress the feeling of turning over the river and the sea in their stomachs.

The person in front of me was really sick.

He lost blood very quickly, before the entire arm became dry and dry, completely soft.

But his hands were still holding the hilt at this time.

There are various expressions of regret, annoyance, disappointment, and fright on the face.

Suddenly a long sword flew over the heads of the people and shot straight at the man. She swallowed her arms with a whine.

"Ah!" Western cultivators screamed and slammed on the ground.

Qiaomu took a step back from his son's hand.

I saw a group of Western lords, and quickly walked forward, looking around the man who was quickly aging and with a dry face like a bark.

"Master, Master! Save me, save, save me."

The Western Emperor glanced up and down at him, revealing a pitiful expression, "You are dying."

Most of the blood in this person's body was hollowed out, and he couldn't live at all.

Even if he cut his arms with a sword and let him leave the strange stele, it is a pity that he cannot survive.

"No, Lord Lord, Lord Lord, I still don't want to die."

The Western lords have a relatively deep impression on this person. In the first 200 selection trials, this person's training was considered to be excellent.

It is a pity that the wrong team and the wrong person were followed. This is the consequence of his betrayal of the Western Regions.

"Mrs. Mo, my person died under your eyelids. Should I give me a statement?" The Western lord ignored the dying cultivator and turned his head to look at the tree. When he opened his mouth, he asked the teacher .

"What do you want?" Mo Lian came slowly.

Duanyue and Peach Blossom Deity walked beside him. At this time, his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked up and down at the Western lord.

Dun Zhu lowered his head and was flailing his two wings with excitement, stopped and walked for a while, ran for two times at a time, and circled around the three, happy like a fairy.

The Western Emperor was a little dazed when he saw them.

After all, these young people are the kind of people who do n’t even see him.

Strength should not be underestimated!

It's easy to offend.

But now, if they do not take advantage of this opportunity to ask them for compensation, it seems a little unreasonable.

Therefore, he cast his eyes on the Southern Master.

The Southern Master raised his red lips and couldn't help but snorted.

When she is stupid?

He had a glance at the Western Lord, so she had to jump out and call him?

Dream about it.

Tell you a sad story.

What is this called today?