i have a sword fairy

In the end, he was overcome with softness, and all his strength was like hitting a cotton candy, and was resolved one by one by the heroine of justice.

It shook the dragon body.

To launch the final charge!

this is.

Last pride.

Luo Xiu, who gritted his teeth and persisted in competing with the magic dragon, also looked a little more awake.

At this moment, her physical strength is like a sponge, and she has almost squeezed out the last drop of water.

It's time to run out of fuel.

But after realizing the final counterattack of the dragon before he died.

The heroine still gritted her teeth and pursed her lips.

A strand of black hair hanging from her forehead was caught between her pink lips, matching her pale complexion with a hint of pink.

Resolute and lovable, like a female warrior in a storybook who bravely fights the dragon, just to save the prince.

The magic dragon came to the end of the hall, and in front of it was a wall that looked extremely thick and difficult to break!This place seems to be the deepest part of the cold palace hall, but the magic dragon that gathered its strength for the final blow does not believe in evil!

No walls can stop it!no~

Since this female heroine is so insidious and cunning, and she used a plan to invite the king into the urn, then she will follow her plan and run through this hall!There is no way out ahead, so we have to fight to find a way.

But at this time, it seems that they have sensed the intention of the demon dragon to perish together. It wants to crash this hall and spiral up to heaven together!

"do not want!"

Luo Xiu's complexion changed, but he was weak at the moment, it was useless, he could only watch the hall being destroyed.

The dragon ignored it.

Look dead!

With a low growl, it squeezed out all the remaining physical strength in its body, accumulated it to the hard dragon head, and hit it with all its strength, vowing to open a way out.

Turns out, it worked.

The wall at the end of the Han Palace Hall burst open!

After being hit by it, pieces of rubble were shaken down, revealing the... brand new palace behind.

There's even a hole in the sky here!

It is estimated that only such a fierce and huge monster as the magic dragon can "pass" this hall in this way.

Then it won, but it has no chance to experience it in detail.

Luo Xiu swung his sword with tears in his eyes, and slashed at the dragon's head trembling all over!

"Roar--!"

The magic dragon wailed unyieldingly.

The owl is headed.

And the woman is also provoked by its dragon horn.

Flick.

He ascended heavily to the sky.

In the air, she raised her head and groaned, but then landed heavily.

The heroine fell and was seriously injured.

fainted.

For a while there was no interest.

And the magic dragon passed through the huge and ferocious dragon head that opened the wall, and was first stuck in the neck, and then was hit by the female hero's sword with all his strength, and completely closed its eyes, and fell in front of this brand new and secret palace.

In the end, the dragon vomited blood, his body twitched, and the hot blood of the dragon flew soaring, splashing all over the walls of the hall.

Blood flows into a river.

In this battle, it can be said that both losers and both ascend to heaven.

In this battle, there is no real winner who can stand to the end.

The two powerful beings fought to the last drop of blood.

at this time.

Only the dragon's blood that fills the brand-new apse can faintly describe the bravery of the heroine fighting the dragon not long ago.

She was seriously injured.

"Master Zhao."

When the will is blurred.

Rourou whispered his name.

All dust settled.

In the solemn and solemn hall.

A tall and mysterious dragon coffin stands quietly.

Looking down from the dome.

The dragon coffin is located in the center of a blood circle and a bloody hexagram.

On the walls around the main hall, there are pictures of nine heavens flying to the moon painted by the most exquisite mural craftsmen in Dali.

This scene, as if another mysterious ceremony is really going on.

And the situation.

And it does.

Inside the dragon coffin.

Luo Xiu drew out the sharp Wenjian while being extremely weak and gasping for breath.

With a poignant smile on her face, she cut Zhao Rong's throat with the edge of her sword!

The blood in the throat gushes out crazily.

The man is dying.

In an instant.

There is a pure white cold palace that is very rare in the legend of Lidi.

It opened quietly.

The nine-day bright moon from the ancient mythology turned into 'water' and slowly flowed out from the blood of the ancestors deep in the woman's tender body.

Immersed in the embrace of the two people.

The dragon coffin was filled with a coffin of milky white moon soul.

Pure white.

It's like the moon in the nursery rhyme that leaves the ground and sleeps with every generation of women.

Everything is quiet and leisurely.

In the dragon coffin.

There is a son.

The white bones are shining, the decay is removed, the muscles are regenerated, the broken arm is recast...

Sword brows into the temples, lips like fat, skin like winter snow...

His face is fair, his black hair is like silk, his face is like a crown of jade, he is elegant... handsome.

At a certain moment, inside the coffin, a slender, fair hand was gently raised, and placed on the back of the snowy woman with a delicate body and peach-like cheeks.

The handsome boy hugged her.

Chapter 557 Sir?Or sister?

The underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, inside an extremely brand new hall.

The atmosphere fell into a dead silence.

A beautiful woman with autumn eyes with a purple sword floating on her shoulders.

A peach-eyed girl with a broken arm.

Also, there is a big-breasted female gentleman with snow-white eyes and a breezy wind lingering around the hem of his clothes.

Facing the new layout that is empty in the main hall.

Between the three women, the air froze a bit.

Zhao Qian'er choked her mouth, but in the end she still bit her lip, lowered her head, and didn't explode the out-of-control emotions that were stagnant in her chest to question Miss and Mr. Zhu.

The severed arm in his arms seemed to feel the strength of the girl's arms.

Blood dripped continuously and fell on the cold floor.

On the side, Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face was tense, and she turned her head abruptly at the first moment, staring straight at the huge dragon coffin in the center of the hall with her clear eyes.

And Zhu Yourong's reaction was also different from that of the two daughters.

Her figure appeared in front of the tomb passage leading from the main hall to the apse in an instant.

At this time, the pile of rubble that had not been moved by her and the tall and thin old man had been cleared away.

And Zhu Yourong remembered that at that time, their spiritual sense detected a group of weak women in the apse, at that time they only knew that they were poor concubines who were imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum to be buried with the emperor.

But now it seems...

Zhu Yourong looked down at the faint traces of footsteps on the ground, and immediately raised his head, the wind swept under his feet, and his figure disappeared again.

Almost at the same time, in the side hall not far away, the figure of a woman in a Confucian shirt suddenly appeared.

Her snow-white and cold eyes scanned the surroundings...

After a while, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er in the main hall saw Zhu Yourong returning empty-handed, her brows still frowning.

Doubts are hard to dispel.

The atmosphere became quiet again.

Xiao Qian'er said in a hoarse voice, "Miss, Mr. Zhu... Where is Brother Rong'er." She lowered her head.

Zhao Lingfei closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Zhu Youran also felt that something was wrong with the second daughter.

She mused: "Not long ago, Ziyu was in this hall, and I personally supported him to lie on the dragon coffin...here."

She walked to the clean dragon coffin, pointed to a location, and said in a low voice, "I suspect...that this matter is related to the imprisoned women in the apse next to it, and they...are gone too."

Zhu Yourong then explained to the two daughters what happened to the women in the lower apse and what she knew.

"But judging from the current signs...if these women, who have seen their identities in doubt, took Ziyu away first, then this main hall is so brand new that there is no trace left, which is somewhat unreasonable."

Zhu Yourong narrowed her snowy eyes, "Besides, there is no sign of them leaving outside the main hall...there are so many of them, and Tzuyu is seriously injured and bleeding..."

"It's as if it disappeared out of thin air in this hall."

She concluded in a deep voice.

Xiaoqian'er stood on the spot, bowing her head and being extremely quiet, but her fists under her sleeves were already clenched and trembling slightly.

Leaving the badly injured Brother Rong here alone... and leaving an unstable factor like a strange woman by his side...

Xiao Qian'er really wants to say something to this Mr. Zhu now.

However, at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and pressed on Zhao Qian'er's hand who was about to raise her head.

It was the equally quiet Concubine Zhao Ling.

She stopped her maid in advance.