Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 165 Blood Stained Rose

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Ming Prison's mouth, retracted his elbow, and patted Zhu Zhuqing's plump chest with a palm, "It feels good~" After speaking, he let go of the hand holding Zhu Zhuqing's wrist, and pressed the other hand on the He touched his own hand, and suddenly increased his strength, directly pushing Zhu Zhuqing away.

Zhu Zhuqing did not resist, but retreated tens of meters following the force from his chest, away from Ming Prison, frowned, stretched out his hand to stop Xiao Wu who was about to make a move, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's body crawled slightly, his silver pupils were like a cheetah aiming at its prey, and he let out a low growl, hidden under his fiery figure was a shockingly powerful explosive power.

Ming prison looked at Zhu Zhuqing with great interest, crawled down and made exactly the same movements as Zhu Zhuqing.

It's just that Ming Prison feels more violent. If Zhu Zhuqing is compared to a cheetah, then Ming Prison is like a giant dragon about to be released.

The eyes of the two collided together, sparking invisible sparks, and the bodies of the two rushed out at the same time, like two lightning bolts, colliding together instantly.

Zhu Zhuqing swung his sharp claws to grab Ming Yu's throat, Ming Yu just raised his wrist to block Zhu Zhuqing's attack, and the black sharp claws hit Zhu Zhuqing's chest directly.

Zhu Zhuqing's fighting instincts from practicing Nanquan for many years played a role. He stomped his right leg on the ground, dodged the black sharp claw, and swept towards Ming Prison's forehead with a strong hurricane.

Ming Prison seemed to have seen through Zhu Zhuqing's attacking moves, leaning back, doing a backflip, avoiding Zhu Zhuqing's whip leg, and at the same time hitting Zhu Zhuqing's back with the whip leg.

Zhu Zhuqing's fighting instinct was already the most proficient under Tang Ling's training, second only to Tang Ling. While falling, he turned around and crossed his hands to protect his chest.

"boom!"

Zhu Zhuqing was directly blown away by the huge force from the whipping leg, and he did several backflips in the air before releasing most of the force, but when he landed, he still uncontrollably took five or six steps back. Cracks like spider webs were left on the ground.

"Cough!" A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Zhu Zhuqing's mouth, and he still looked at Ming Prison coldly.

"The fighting instinct is very good, but it's a pity that the physical fitness can't keep up." Ming Prison twisted his neck, and made a very pertinent evaluation to Zhu Zhuqing, of course not based on her original identity, but as a mortal.

Zhu Zhuqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body rushed out again like a cheetah preying, his face was calm, and his eyes were as cold as frost.

Ming Prison's personality is unpredictable, just like the unpredictable weather, good times and bad times, it is impossible to guess her mind.

Zhu Zhuqing's sharp claws were like sharp blades burning with flames. The burst of flames spread across Zhu Zhuqing's body, forming a pair of white armor in the blink of an eye. The fiery figure became even more fiery against the backdrop of the armor. She has a glamorous beauty, and her long black hair is automatic without wind, like a peerless goddess of war bathed in flames. If gender and figure are ignored, Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Ling have nearly seven points in each other while bathed in the cold fire of bone spirits. similar to.

Ming Yu's hands clenched slightly unconsciously, and the distance between the sharp claws and Ming Yu was getting closer and closer. Just when the sharp claws touched Ming Yu's dress, Ming Yu suddenly moved.

Without the slightest warning, one jade hand held Zhu Zhuqing's wrist and turned around, the other jade hand pressed onto Zhu Zhuqing's back shoulder, a darker and more frightening black mist flowed from the prison. Diffuse between fingers.

The armor on Zhu Zhuqing's body was like encountering a nemesis, cracks started to spread from the place touched by Ming Prison's jade hand to the whole body, and in less than a breath, the cracks spread all over the body.

"what!!"

Zhu Zhuqing's painful roar resounded in this space, and Tang Ling, who was thousands of miles away, spat out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered and fell to the ground, the white clothes on his body were completely dyed red by the blood.

"Diyan..." Tang Ling lowered his eyes, the world in front of him had become blurred, and his eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of catties: "If they have anything to do, I will definitely make you pay the price."

Calm, there is no emotion in the voice other than calm, but it is this kind of calm that hides extreme anger.

The wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling, mixed with a silent sigh.

"Let go!!" A pink figure sprang out quietly, and with a whip leg, it swept across a half moon and pulled towards Ming Prison's neck with vigor. The crimson flame burning on the leg was vaguely like It is a phoenix flapping its wings.

Ming Prison narrowed his pupils slightly, and suddenly let go of Zhu Zhuqing, the black mist dissipated immediately, twisted his waist forcefully, turned his body around, and blasted out his fists.

Bang!
Xiao Wu's body was shaken back a few meters, even Ming Prison's body shook slightly, took a small step back, and looked at her in surprise: "Little rabbit, it's quite deep."

Xiao Wu's left leg trembled slightly, taking advantage of the moment when Ming Prison was distracted, the third soul ring slowly lit up, her body disappeared in place like a ghost, and appeared beside Zhu Zhuqing, her figure flickered again, and directly took Zhu Zhuqing Back to the original place, the whole process took less than a second.

One second was enough for Ming Hell to stop all of this, but she didn't do it for some unknown reason.The body fluttered up like a feather, and landed on the throne in midair again. After taking a deep look at Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, he raised his right hand and shook it lightly. The black mist began to recede like a tide.

"I look forward to seeing you next time, maybe next time, we are enemies facing each other, or maybe we are strangers." Ming prison's voice became smaller and smaller, and when the voice completely disappeared, Ming prison had disappeared. mid-air.

The sense of oppression that seemed to be pressing on them like a hill disappeared, Tang San and the others couldn't control their figures, and sat down on the ground directly.

Their eyes were full of fear, but at this moment they were even more worried about Zhu Zhuqing, and they didn't have the heart to take care of themselves, so they hurriedly got up and looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Ugh!" Zhu Zhuqing groaned in pain, his body trembling constantly because of the pain.

What hides in the darkness is not light and hope, but destruction and despair. Zhu Zhuqing feels very clearly that every corner of her body seems to be being torn apart, but the barrier between her and Zihuo is disappearing, and her martial arts The soul is changing, changing in everyone's eyes.

The true color of Youming civet is Youzi. After absorbing Ziyihuo, her martial spirit changed for the first time. Her claws became sharper. Zhuan gradually transformed into a silvery white color, but this time, as the barrier between Zi Yihuo and Zi Yihuo was pierced, Wuhun completely changed.

(End of this chapter)