At this moment, the Killer Department of the Iron Blood Sect has sent out most of its masters. In order to hunt down a Northern Tang Xuerou, it can be said that this lineup has given her enough face. Beitang Xuerou is well aware of the power of the Iron Blood Sect killers, so she calculated that her probability of survival is
Zero. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a sense of indifference and contempt. Even when faced with a certain death situation, she would not panic or panic!
She just felt a little disappointed.
I'm disappointed that I won't have the chance to see Fu Qianjun again!
Northern Tang Xuerou is still as light as smoke, like a holy fairy.
"Sister, I'm very strange. You know clearly that Fu Qianjun has failed, why do you still have to show your loyalty to a loser? That will not do any good except making others think you are stupider. Fu Qianjun has failed.
Yes, losers are always miserable. Senior Brother Beiming has thought about recruiting you many times, but you have always refused to listen. You deserve your own fault for today's failure!"
Roumei was angered by Beitang Xuerou. Beitang Xuerou's status in the sect has always been above hers. Even though they are two beauties of iron and blood, there are priorities. Even now, this proud woman still refuses to bend her waist to beg for mercy. Roumei
The more angry she was in her heart, the more smiling her face became like flowers, like peaches and plums. She giggled, and the flower branches trembled wildly, and her big snow-white body trembled for a while under the light. The generation of enchantress who had brought disaster to the country and the people could be seen in full view.
But just when all the men were fascinated by the soft and beautiful look, she took action! The soul-enchanting knife in her hand shot towards Beitang Xuerou like a real mad knife. Beitang Xuerou's expression condensed, her beautiful face
A flash of red flashed across his body, and he dodged to avoid the charming soul-seducing knife. Then his waist softened, and a pure white soft sword shot out from it. Blocking the speeding soul-seducing knife, a golden sound was heard all over his body.
As a secluded cultivator, Roumei's pistol is far inferior to the scythe in her hand. When the scythe opens and closes, there are countless killing sounds. The swords in Beitang Xuerou's hands are flying, and they are fighting back and forth with the scythe.
The tribe is at a disadvantage, but even in a desperate fight, it still maintains its sanctity. It doesn't seem like it is fighting for one's life, but it seems like it is performing a dance that will overwhelm all living beings...
Lingbo embellishment, dancing the common people!
Even in a life-and-death fight, it is still endlessly beautiful.
In a luxurious room, a group of well-dressed men and women sat in front of the camera, looking at the chaotic hall without saying a word.
Everyone was shocked by Beitang Xuerou's astonishing power. No one could believe that this beautiful woman from Yanchen was so powerful. She could remain invincible in the face of a sea of softness and fierce attacks without leakage. It was really extremely powerful!
A young man stared at the video in a daze, and after a while he came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "Brother Beiming, your sect really surprised me too much! Ever since I entered the age of firearms, I have always thought that...
This kind of showmanship has been withdrawn from the stage of history, but today I was wrong. Seeing their performance, it is hard to imagine that anyone would have the opportunity to draw a gun in front of them!"
"Brother Li is right, it's so... so scary!" Another man looked at the screen, then at the motionless man in the middle, licked his dry lips, and suddenly felt that he was cooperating with this man.
Instead of choosing to go against him, this is undoubtedly the smartest choice the Bai family has made in this life.
How many unknown secrets does this man named Bei Minghe hide?
On the sofa in the middle, a man stood as still as a mountain, with his hands on both ends of the sofa, like an emperor surveying the common people!
He is an absolutely handsome man. The outline of his face is extremely resolute, just like the perfect David in the hand of a sculptor. Most handsome and feminine men do not have strong muscles, but this man violates the convention and has two
The perfect combination between the two, the muscles on his body are as hard as rocks, and his eyes are as bright as stars. It is difficult for any woman to refuse his charm!
He is Bei Minghe!
A hero among men who rises like a comet in sex, enough to make any woman fall for her.
He has noble moral character and perfect quality. In a short period of time, he brought the Iron-Blooded Sect into the world, and even joined forces with xg's powerful people, becoming the real uncrowned king of xg's upper class society! He has made many friends, not only with xg's aristocratic families and plutocrats
He has close contacts and has dealings with big families and big money. No one in the XG underworld dares to offend him. Countless ladies from the upper class have thrown themselves into his arms. Even many oil princes in the United Arab Emirates have made friends with him...
In xg, who else can shake his position?!
At this moment, seeing Beitang Xuerou retreating step by step under Roumei's fierce attack, Bei Minghe's sword-shaped brows furrowed quietly. He did not want Beitang Xuerou to fade away, and any man would never feel the same if he saw a woman of this level withering in front of him.
It felt good. But it was a pity that Beitang Xuerou only liked Fu Qianjun from the beginning to the end. She had never looked down on herself, the thousand-year-old second in the door, who was suppressed by Fu Qianjun. So she had to die, but
,not now!
Bei Minghe vowed that he would slowly play with her to death and make her suffer all kinds of humiliation. Only in that way could he satisfy the perverted animal desires in his heart.