Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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In an instant, the pale pink fairy barrier flashed like a stream, as if there was a powerful force that was contending with her.

I saw that the blue spirit of the blue sky would have been frozen in the air.

She glanced, her face full of blood and a sigh of joy. I saw her silent lips slowly yelling at the owner of the spiritual power: "Essence -"

Did he come to save her? For the first time, I felt that the spiritual power of his body surrounded him. This kind of spiritual power is so fascinating.

Luo dusted his lips slightly, and there was a faint mist in his eyelids.

She knows who the faint blue spiritual power belongs to and who she is behind.

I saw her slightly decapitated, cold-faced, the fist of the right hand was tightly squatting, the slender fingertips could break into the flesh, and there was some faint pain.

"Oh--" A burst of enchantment broke into her eardrum, and the pale pink fairy barrier was scattered like a piece of glass. The entire ceremonial table was full of dazzling powder.

The spirit is standing not far away, watching the girl's heart in a pink fairy dress on the stage of the sacrifice. Her pale pink spirituality surrounds her, and it seems to be the most dazzling light in the sun. As long as she stands there, she can light up his inner endless darkness.

He bit his lip, and there is a crystal stream in his eyelids. The whole body's blood is boiling.

No one in the world can understand his mood at this moment. This is not a so-called loss, but a raging glare of the darkness of the desperate world.

It was a touch of joy and joy.

I saw the spirit of the sword behind him with a faint blue light, which seemed to sense his inner excitement, as if he had met an acquaintance.

The spirit sword swayed gently, but did not wait for his master, flew away in the direction of Luo Dian.

A pair of pale pink shimmering Qingyin swords on the side seemed to feel another powerful sword, and quickly resisted the direction of the sword.

Luo slammed his eyebrows, his sleeves turned, and his clear and gaze gaze at the distantness.

At this moment, she suddenly knew what it was called for a thousand years, whether she was a mortal or an emperor, whether she was weak or useless.

In his eyes, she will always be a little doll in the Star Temple.

In the sky, two ancient swords collided with each other at a few tenths of a millimeter. The sword of the spirit writhed the sword and passed the sword.

It steadily stopped in front of Luo Ding, the sword edge down, the hilt slowly fell on the ribbon of her dress, and gently smashed twice.

Luo dusted his right hand, and the Qingyin sword suddenly stopped, stopping at a few centimeters in the throat of the decaying throat.

The breeze rose and the pears flew.

In the sky, there is a skeleton that he is surrounded by spiritual power. She does not know why he wants to save her, only knowing that his heart is cool.

Luo Dust dusted his right hand and lifted it. The Qingyin sword flew back and fell into her hands.

"Today, I must have her life." She raised the sword of Qingqing slowly and pointed her finger to the cold voice: "This is what she owes to me. If she lives, she will have nothing to do with me."

"Good--" He stared at her eyes, and his mouth raised a very light smile: "But you can't take this face."

After all, he jumped into the air, his right hand slammed in the face of his face, only to hear the sound of the flesh being alive and tearing into the eardrum.

"Ah--" followed by a miserable cry. The blue spiritual power around you disappeared instantly. She was **** and fell to the **** of hell.