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The speed was so fast that it almost reached his limit.
No more scruples, just hit the target with one hit.
Zhong Xiaoxiao's phoenix eyes were cold, and the smile at the corner of her lips condensed into a frost. She made a neat turn, raised both palms, and met Xuanyuan Jue's fist. Her eyes were confident and calm, which was almost infuriating.
In the electric light and flint, Zhong Xiaoxiao's fists seemed to be made of steel, and they were directly equipped with Xuanyuan Jue's iron fists.
Hearing a muffled thump, Xuanyuan Jue retreated continuously and fell straight against the wall behind him. His right hand, which was still clenched into a fist, was covered in black spots and was swollen and painful.
Damn it, is this a woman? Is this a woman?
Why is it stronger than a man?
Xuanyuan had no idea that the most powerful thing about Baguazhang was that the palm was as strong as an ox's tongue, not to mention the fist. Even with a long sword in front of her, she could cut him without fail and the blow shattered him into pieces.
"Do you want to fight again?" Zhong Xiaoxiao put his palms away, stood with his hands behind his back, and asked calmly.
Xuanyuan Jue was slightly startled. Shouldn't this woman take advantage of the victory and kill herself with one palm? Why would her conscience suddenly find out?
Could it be...
"If you don't fight, I will take my own trophy." Zhong Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes were wandering, her expression was indifferent, and the corners of her mouth raised a cold arc, as ethereal and gorgeous as fireworks.
Deep in her clear and transparent eyes, there was a strange playfulness of a little girl, as if she was a little excited about the gift she was about to receive.
Xuanyuan Jue's face was lifeless, and his eyes were full of despair. His noble head hung down, lifeless.
But the moment he lowered his head, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes.
He was leaning lazily against the wall, seemingly without the strength to move a step.
He just stood in front of Zhong Xiaoxiao silently, without any reaction to her ridicule and teasing.
There was a hint of suspicion in Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes. This man was so arrogant and arrogant, he would never surrender easily.
Is it possible that the speed is so fast?
She wanted to pick up the long sword that Xuanyuan Jue had discarded, but she didn't dare to lower her head at the moment.
The door to the death row is only ajar and not locked. Let’s escape first.
"Master Envoy, do you really think you can escape from the palm of my king?" The man who was leaning against the wall seemed to be dejected. He spoke slowly, his voice was like Shura from hell, without any trace of warmth, and it was cold and vicious.
Creepy.
"How will you know if you don't try!" If this is true, if I can't escape today, this guy will definitely not let me go easily.
Her figure flashed, as fast as an arrow from the string, and she rushed towards the door of the death row.
Before he could open the door, he ran into Xuanyuan Jue's arms.
"I can't wait to throw myself into my arms. It's a pity that I want to change my tricks today." Xuanyuan Jue crossed his arms and blocked the door. His face was cold, with suppressed killing, bloodthirsty and enchanting. He just obeyed me.
The domineering spirit of a strong man who will prosper and go against me will perish.
Without medicine, a fifth-level blue spirit facing a seventh-level purple spirit would be like a child without kung fu facing a peerless master.
Basically, one day and one place, the outcome is already clear.
The pungent ambergris made Zhong Xiaoxiao feel nauseous for no reason. She quickly retreated, a few steps away from Xuanyuan Jue.
There was no trace of fear in his eyes.
The word fear does not exist in Zhong Xiaoxiao's dictionary.
Her beautiful eyes are like clear water, calm and calm.
Xuanyuan Jue punched, and Youdao got up wherever he fell.
He had just punched so embarrassingly, so naturally he wanted to take it back from Zhong Xiaoxiao.
Although he, Xuanyuan Jue, is lustful and has countless beauties, he is pitiful for Xiang Xiyu Shenma. He has nothing to do with a woman who wants her life all the time.
He punched out, the bloody fist was surrounded by a gleaming purple light, and the fist was sharp. He was obviously on death row, but he still caused a stir.
The small death row was shrouded in Xuanyuan Jue's terrifying aura, making it impossible for Zhong Xiaoxiao to escape.
But sitting back and waiting for death is really not her style.
Xuanyuan Jue's punches hit her like a violent storm. She didn't dodge or dodge, she just made a simple and neat gesture, and uttered a word lightly with her pale lips.
"stop."
Xuanyuan Jue's violent face was slightly startled. What kind of drama is this?
"Don't you think it's too late to call stop now?" His cold and frosty aura tried to freeze Zhong Xiaoxiao into a popsicle.
The fist landed right in front of Zhong Xiaoxiao's nose, just one point away. Her face might be as crazy as a flower, and she would never be able to see anyone again.
"Didn't you stop? Eighth Prince." Zhong Xiaoxiao said lightly with a smile in her eyes. "Eighth Prince, there is no reason why we have to fight to the death."
When life is at stake, all face and pride are just clouds, okay?
What's the use of saving face when your life is gone?
Is it possible that after you die, someone will erect a monument for you and praise you as a hero who desperately wanted to save face and suffered at all costs?
Those who can endure what ordinary people cannot endure are the true heroes!
"Oh, trying to make this king cut off his descendants, isn't this reason enough for me to fight to the death with the Imperial Envoy?" Xuanyuan Jue simply withdrew his fist, but stayed far away from Zhong Xiaoxiao.
If the same person was killed twice, Xuanyuan Jue would really die.
"Oh, how can our envoy be willing to let the Eighth Prince cut off his children and grandchildren? The Eighth Prince is so domineering and powerful, for the sake of all the women in the world, it's better to keep your baby well." Zhong Xiaoxiao's tone was clearly flattering, but Feng Feng
His eyes were clear and translucent, and his somewhat pale face showed no hint of flattery or obscenity. He only sounded happy and proud.
Of course, Xuanyuan, who had just suffered a dark loss, was an exception.
"Come here, tie up the envoy to this king." He took a few steps back and ordered in a cold voice.
Immediately, two men dressed in black entered the door and approached Zhong Xiaoxiao with cold faces. Without giving Zhong Xiaoxiao any chance to resist, they neatly tied him to the cross that had been prepared on the right side of the death cell.
Both hands and feet were locked with heavy, cold iron chains.
The huge disparity in spiritual power makes it impossible to fight except by poisoning or taking him by surprise.
"I am careless. If I don't take precautions when talking to a cunning little woman like you, I won't know how I died."
Xuanyuan Jue approached Zhong Xiaoxiao, and his cold eyes, as accurate as an eagle's, shone with an enchanting light, gorgeous and evil. His tone was low, sexy, and endlessly tempting.
"There are so many interesting things in this king's death row. I wonder if you can bear to try them all, Lord Envoy?"
His cold hand brushed across Zhong Xiaoxiao's pale cheek, slid down her exposed neck, and finally landed on the beautiful butterfly bone, lingering.
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