Male God Please Lie Down

The typhoon was blown fiercely, and Long Aotian exhausted all his strength so that he wouldn't destroy another typhoon, but there were countless typhoon blasts beside him.

At this time, there were some cones of ice in the wind ball.

He couldn't be defended at all, his clothes had been torn, and he was dripping with blood.

Long Aotian frowned, but the golden dragon sword in his hand was still waving, even though he was gradually weakened.

"Do you still think she is the five spirit roots now?"

Yuwen Donghai laughed.

Although this female doll is not from their family, I heard that the kid Wuji had a good relationship with her.

At this time, the people watching the Luo family are deflated, let alone this mood, how good they are.

Before it was judged that Song Qingming was a middle-aged man from Wulinggen, the expression on his face at this time was not to mention how ugly.

Yuwen Donghai Yuan Ying Da Neng is naturally not the one who teases his tongue.

But at this time, he couldn't help but sighed, "The big world is really amazing."

"Ancestor, what kind of spiritual root is this woman?"

The young man standing behind Yuwen Donghai asked a little puzzled.

"Not only can she flexibly use the five spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, but also the mutated wind and ice roots..."

The talking young man looked at the center of the field and suddenly stopped talking.

On the court, there were still some noisy voices, but at this time they all forgot to speak.

Both eyes widened, looking at...

Watching intently.

I saw that Song Qingming suddenly held a thunder and lightning ball in his hand, and the ball was shining with thunder and lightning.

But now Long Aotian was entangled by the typhoon balls, and ice blades were still mixed in those typhoon balls.

With the wind ball, the ice blade began to drip a little.

Long Aotian was already powerless at this time, seeing the thunder and lightning ball in Song Qingming's hand, he was about to smash it towards him, and he had no resistance at all.

"Long Aotian, do you admit defeat?"

Song Qingming smiled at the corner of his mouth.

But in Long Aotian's eyes, this smile was a sarcastic smile.

Why, after a battle, he was so embarrassed by this enchantress that he ran out of aura.

I can't even get close to this demon girl's body! !

In Long Aotian's eyes, there was a strong, indispensable anger.

Would rather die than surrender! !

He Long Aotian would not admit defeat, he would rather die than bow his head in front of this bitch.

A slight ridicule flashed in Song Qingming's eyes. She had said it beforehand anyway, and now that a lightning ball fell, his death or injury had nothing to do with him.

At the moment, her finger gently thrown away, the ball of thunder and lightning smashed towards Long Aotian's body.

Long Aotian's eyes widened, he knew he couldn't avoid it, this lightning ball, hitting himself must be a dead end.

Died in the hands of this demon girl, the sky has no eyes! !

He closed his eyes bitterly and waited for the moment of death.

"Brother..."

The cry of the junior sister suddenly came from my ear, and then there was an unpleasant burning smell under my snort.

Suddenly, Long Aotian seemed to have thought of something. He opened his eyes and suddenly saw the younger sister lying in front of him.

At this time, it has become a piece of coke, where you can still see the original delicate touch.

"Junior Sister..."

Long Aotian let out a heart-piercing cry, he knelt down, trying to touch the body of the junior sister, but there was a sizzling electric sound above the coke.