The Lord of Ghost

"Who are you here!" Mo Li shouted.

"Let me teach you!" Then, a purple robe woman jumped on stage.

"Oh! Woman?" Mo Li was interested.

"I will let you know the consequences of insulting the South Palace family!"

As soon as the stage came to power, the woman came down.

"Oh, you also know that I am insulting your Nangong's house, so how did you dare to come up until now? If I came to power, I don't have to look at the face of a certain old guy."

"Foot tip!" The woman's eyes were fierce.

On the stage, many people whispered.

"Nangong Xueyan, an old descendant of a certain Nangong tribe, heard that [Gulong Xiaoxiao College] has been added very early, and it has broken through the [Linghai Realm in the middle]. It is a real Tianjiao. , It's not that the color of Nangongqing is comparable. "

"It seems that the Nangong family intends to move. Mo Li is really dangerous."

"Is Nangong Xueyan?" Mo Li thought about this name, and then looked up at the other side, becoming sharp: "The name brings the word" snow "like a old man, it sounds good, but it will only make me start more cruelly. "" "

"Very cruel!" Mo Li raised the corner of his mouth and emphasized.

Nangong Xueyan was indifferent, ignored Mo Li's reminder, pulled the ancient sword engraved with the ancient pattern from the back, and instilled the aura in the palm of the palm, and the aura entered the sword. Essence

"That's ... the ancient dragon sword tactics of the ancient dragon dynasty!"

"She did not use the magical method of Nangong's family. In this way, the fighting suspense has been set."

"Huh, is the strength of the Sister Xueyan clan knowing the ants in the soil? [The ancient dragon dynasty], the existence of the shoulders of the sanctuary, even the [small academy], it is also good to enter, inside Not to mention magical power, kill the disciple of Nangong proudly.

"Sister Nangong, taught him fiercely, don't have to block his throat, torture slowly, let him know the price of humiliating the family!" Some disciples shouted.

"On the king, do you feel that this game is better than fighting?" Nangong asked Tian suddenly asked.

The monarch was silent. He thought he was still the ordinary junior of the Nangong family on stage. He did not expect that it was Tianjiao of [Gulong Xiaocheng].

He looked at Mo Li worried.

However, Mo Li is easy to relax.

"Yo, I can't see it, your fame is very high, or is it a demon?"

"So optimistic, Nangong's evil evil, this punch will be cruel!"

Before the words touched the ground, Mo Li's fist had already encountered the opponent's belly.

Yes, Mo Li will not prepare the time for the other party.

As soon as you don't pay attention, you will ~

"Well!"

This sound is the dullness brought by the fist when the flesh is hit.

Nangong Xueyan did not respond at all. It was not just her, but everyone in the audience did not respond.

"Why is this again!"

"Has anyone seeing when he was shot?" Nangong disciples were crazy, and they didn't even dare to blink, for fear of leaking the slightest details.

However, they still didn't see how Mo Li did.

History is always amazing, and tragedy is always reincarnation.

boom!

This sound delayed, the force penetrated the abdomen of Nangong Xueyan.

After playing this clean punch, Mo Li suddenly retreated, and the opportunity to breathe the opponent:

"Hey, Nangong Evil, can you do it? I can only punch it, I can't hold it?"

"Sister Xueyan! Are you okay?"

When the crowd of the crowd below was still in a state of shock, it was found that Nangong Xueyan had kneeling half -knee, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

Nangong Xueyan raised his incredible eyes and looked at a relaxed Mo Li.

That punch was like the power of the ancient fierce beast bombarded on him, which made her incredible.

This kind of [God Tibetan Realm] is based on the power of flesh and blood, even in [Gulong Small Academy].

Is it true that the other party is really evil? She couldn't help doubt.

"Hey, Nangong Evil, you can't do it, don't rely on your woman's identity, I think I will be merciless. Tell you, I am cruel to a woman!"

Mo Li raised the fist of the sandbag and demonstrated.

"You are strong! I have to admit that even if you are in [Gulong Xiaocao], your strength will be ranked."

Nangong Xueyan slowly got up. At this time, her eyes were no longer the original contempt, but the importance of Tianjiao.

Speaking, she spit out her palm with a sword and dyed blood on the sword.

"roar!"

A absorbing sword of sperm blood, the light of the gods, blooming yellow light, the light is like a glamor, stretching out the dragon head, roaring, after circling in the air, the dragon's head facing down, pouring into the top of the Nangong Xueyan's head.

"That's! People swords together!" The momentum of Nangong Xueyan shocked them.

"It is worthy of the genius of [Gulong Xiaochen College]! This momentum is completely beyond the category of Linghai Realm."

"Oh, it is interesting!" Mo Li raised his brows.

"It's not bad enough, it's not bad, it's optimistic!"

He once again raised the unreasonable fist, which was entangled with purple gold arcs.

"My fist will glow! It's cruel!"