Evil Dragon Against The Heaven

Ling Jie and Shen Xiaoyao are all in the stomach, and the vomiting sensation is unprecedented. They don’t dare to look at the pictures on the arena. The guns in their ears are still the same. They hate to take their own heads. Stunned in the past... It was really a torment that they could barely bear.

And the shudders are more than them.

Murong Qiushui’s hands are still shooting crazy bombs in a crazy way. The body of Wang’s body has undergone more and more exaggerated deformation under such attacks. After losing his head, the body is beginning to be smashed until it is beaten like a bubble. The meat in the blood can no longer see the shape of a person.

The people who do not destroy the reincarnation are on the other level, surpassing the existence of ordinary people. Even they are violently shaking like a pendulum. When they have the courage to look at the body on the stage, then The terrible visual impact of terror made them almost faint on the spot...

Is that really king?

The crumbs that are soaked in the blood are really the king of the reincarnation... the blood of heaven and the heavenly king! ?

The scene has been completely confusing, and the players who watched the game outside the game have no idea how many scared the screen is closed, and the whole body is cold sweat.

The gunshots continued, releasing the terrible resentment of Murong Qiu Shui... At this time, almost no one dared to look at the stage again, leaving only the gunshots that made their hearts twitch. And even if they close their eyes desperately, their brains are always filled with pictures that almost completely defeat their psychological defenses.

Only one person... Murong Qiu Shui’s eyes have been watching the king’s “body”, his eyes are not offset for a moment, and he is not even willing to blink his eyes. The hellish picture makes him not revealing fear and fear, but excitement and Greed... He was laughing, enjoying, enjoying the inhuman picture. The **** red color, the broken body, and the pungent **** blood, for this time, all the stimuli are like the ultimate pleasure of falling into heaven.

The king's body continued to break, and even the broken shape could not be distinguished... At this time, the black mansions in Murong Qiu Shui appeared flashing, his eyes were cold, and the **** teeth in his hands showed a brief pause. Then, two huge roars shook hands...

The cooldown of the Death Kiss is 60 seconds.

It was less than sixty seconds before the death kiss was used, and Murong Qiu Shui suddenly shot the kiss of death... and it was two consecutive.

boom! !

boom! !

On the competitive stage, there were two huge roars. The roaring sound made many people turn around involuntarily, and looked at the stage with trepidation... What they saw was a **** smoke...

The king’s body, which has been broken like a muddy body, has turned into countless blood stars in the explosions... The body has broken into countless pieces that cannot be counted...

After the explosion, there was no king on the stage...only the blood pool that drowned most of the arena. Murong Qiu Shui stood in the middle of the arena, his body has been stained with blood, chest, shoulders, but also a piece of broken bones and minced meat. His gun pointed down, his posture did not change at all, his body was still motionless, only the black mans on his body slowly faded... On the auditorium, almost everyone could see his face. laugh……

The devil is a sneer! !

They almost heard the sound of their own pumping... The cold gas didn't know where it came from, it infiltrated from every pore in their body, spread every hair, every drop of blood... from the whole body like an ice cave The cold.

Ye Tianxie has been holding Sufifi’s shoulders tightly and not letting her look up. His eyes were always on the stage, not leaving, because he had to see every change in Murong Qiu Shui, but he had to admit that his heart had been shaking and trembled violently.

And also did not remove his gaze, and left the broken army ... his eyes are in obvious turmoil, his face pale, pale without a trace of blood, hands, tightly held together, almost to put their own The hand bone is crushed.

The Situ brothers, God's happy, the shadow of the star spirit has long been pale like a piece of white paper, even Situ ruthless, have more than half of the time to look away. They and Murong Qiushui are no strangers, but they have heard too many terrible rumors, but today's scene has made them re-recognize Murong Qiu Shui... his terrible, his cruelty, infinite beyond The range they accept.

The black mangren dissipated, and Murong Qiu Shui’s eyes closed, letting his body fall down slowly... He perfected his purpose. In today's game, although he lost, but the anger that the king brought him, brought him shame, he gave it back to him innumerable times... In the face of countless people, his head was blown up, His body is muddy...

Let him live in this dark shadow forever, never want to leave! !

Indeed, anyone who has encountered this ordinary purgatory experience today has no death, and will be immersed in a terrible nightmare forever, never forgetting.

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real world.

Looking at the face of Murong Qiu Shui on the screen, Liu Yan softly covered his face and cried like a child... In the impression of Murong Qiushui, his mother’s tears are worthless, if he is not obedient, She often cries, and then he must helplessly comfort and obey as a child. And her tears have always been the ultimate weapon against his father, Murong Hongyi. Every time that tears come out, Murong Hongyi, who is out of the prestige, will hate to give her a knee.

"Cool, don't be sad... you have done a good job. He is like this today... It should have been a big stimuli when he lost to the king that day. With the contempt gesture shown by the 'king', That day must have said something to Qiu Shui that touched his self-esteem and taboo, so Qiu Shui will use this method to retaliate. Will the usual ball be like this?"

Liu Yanrou’s side is a young woman who looks like a young woman. Her body is as good as a man, and her height is roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters above her height. One face is also full of men's heroic spirit.

The mother of Liu Yuyue, the aunt of Zuo Bianjun, the sister of Zuo Zhenhua, the seventh head of Huaxia, the master of the central intelligence of the Huaxia Central Government - Zuo Chuanrong!

In fact, her age and Liu Yuruo's approximation are already in their forties. Liu Yurou has always been maintained like a little girl who is less than 30 years old.

Liu Yurou was still sobbing. She wiped her tears with a paper in her hand and choked and said: "I have done a lot of hard work. In order to erase his suffocation, I don't even hesitate to treat him as a girl from his very small time. Going to raise, until now, I am always maintaining him as a girl... but... but... oh..."

"Hey." Zuo Chuanrong sighed and took a look at the back of Liu Yanrou, saying: "Soft, a person's deep temperament in the bones, can not be erased by any method. That is, using a lot of methods to give it Suppressed, but when it is stimulated, it will still completely erupt. You can do it to the extent that you can do it. When Qiu Shui was born, the suffocating power is incredible, but with As he grows up, his suffocation disappears...or, even if it doesn't really disappear, it has been at least introverted and will not break out easily. You are really doing very well. Don't worry about the child, he is a smart child. Although he sometimes can't control his emotions, he knows what he can do and what he can't do. It is his sex, not his enchantment. He won't lose his own. Reason... At least, from small to large, he has occasionally been impulsive a few times, but he has never done anything that you can’t clean up. So, don’t be so soft, don’t cry, even I believe in Qiu Shui’s child, But also to believe my son. "

The comfort of Zuo Chuanrong finally has an effect. Liu Yurou’s crying slowly slowed down. She wiped her tears and said with a sobbing voice: “I know that he is always a good boy, just...he is just a black fog on his body... It’s again... I’m really scared that his anger will be out of control.”

"How come." Zuo Chuanrong shook his head with a relaxed face and said with a smile: "You, it is care, it is chaos, it is just a game, right, it is a game! Even if Qiu Shui kills people inside, it will not really Let that person's death..." Then, Zuo Chuanrong's eyes are cold: "What about Huang Luo of Blood Dream Heaven? He may have the guts to retaliate in the game, but if he really dares to retaliate in the real world , how many, let them have no return!"

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Murong Qiu Shui's body disappeared into a white light on the arena. Gradually, the stage was shocking, and the disgusting corpse and blood began to slowly disappear. Even if Murong Qiu Shui is no longer on the stage, his images are already in the hearts of everyone. At this time, he is no longer the glamorous gun girl in people’s hearts, but a cruel and numb Killer. Those players who have met on the stage with Murong Qiushui have almost jumped out of their chests. They almost dare not think about it... they have become opponents with this devil. If he uses the same means on the stage today to deal with himself...

Just thinking about it, they feel that their spine bones are cold and stunned.

Ye Tianxie had no time to listen to the violent reaction of other players in the ear. He stood up and pulled up Sufifi’s hand and said to his friends: “Let’s go...to find the autumn water.”

God Xiaoyao, Ling Jie and others are pale and nodded.

When Ye Tianxie left, one's gaze turned to this side, and after a brief glimpse, he turned back to the stage. The corner of the mouth, slowly slamming...

"Oh... it turned out to be him... The reincarnation of this fate is really unexpectedly interesting."

"Only after death, you will be the most terrible, but you have become a big living person... oh... your life, why is it always so interesting."