Seeing this extremely ugly lama slap a big hand on her chest, which was still strangely red and emitting heat, Rose frowned, murderous intent flashed in his bright eyes, and he actually waved his jade hand to greet her.
Seeing her resistance, Tongtian Dharma King thought to himself, little girl, how dare you use your jade hands to resist my big hand seals. I am afraid that these beautiful palms like works of art will turn into roasted chicken feet!
The huge palm seemed to be struck by a red-hot iron, but the delicate hand of Rose greeted it with an orchid-fingered posture, like a moth rushing towards the flame.
Two palms, one like a sharp claw of a wild beast, and the other as if it were crafted from white jade and were extremely beautiful. The moment they were about to come into contact, a three-inch long embroidery needle was drilled out of Rose's orchid finger, and it was pierced into the opponent's hand.
Palm.
Feeling the severe pain coming from his hand, the King of Psychics frowned and groaned, and said angrily: "Stinky girl, you are looking for death..." He suddenly struck out with his right palm, this time no longer showing mercy, and used ten successes.
Rose hurriedly dodged, and the red palm passed close to her armpit, making her feel the unbearable heat. The thin silk dress seemed to be burned by fire, damaging a palm-sized piece of her delicate |
The skin is exposed, and against the backdrop of the black skirt, the skin looks as delicate as snow, and because of this hole, it adds a decadent beauty.
After one move, the somewhat careless King of Psychics was obviously at a disadvantage. A blood hole as thick as a finger appeared on his left hand, and blood flowed out in different ways. This was caused by the embroidery needle. No one would have thought that the tiny embroidery needle could actually
Such large wounds can be formed.
If the psychic Dharma King hadn't reacted quickly enough to quickly withdraw his palm, his fingers would have been pierced, which shows the power of that small embroidery needle.
Rose also felt the burning pain in her armpits, and was secretly surprised in her heart. This lama's martial arts is really very high. If I hadn't practiced the kung fu in the training book, I might not be able to dodge even one of his moves.
An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.
After one move passed, Rose gained the upper hand with her tactics. However, Ximen Lang, who was watching from the side, knew that the lama's martial arts skills were much higher than that of this beauty, and she would never be able to defeat him. Considering that he was standing up for him, Ximen Lang
Lang said hurriedly: "Rose, you can't beat him, you'd better leave quickly. I won't thank you for your kindness. I, Ximen Lang, will remember you..."
Perhaps Rose is an emotional woman and is easily excited. After hearing what the boy said, tears filled her eyes, and she felt that all the suffering she had suffered before was worth it!
Rose shook her head slightly and said, "I will not leave you alone..."
The psychic king said fiercely: "Then you will die with him!" He urged his palms to launch a powerful attack. The red palm shadows overlapped and exuded a hot aura, shrouding Rose's body in it, causing the surroundings to follow.
Like an oven.
Rose, this strange woman, is not afraid of danger. Her devil-like body moves back and forth in the shadow of her palm at an unbelievable speed. She always avoids the opponent's big handprint attack at critical moments. It is extremely weird. Moreover, when she has a little leisure, she can also use the handprint in her hand.
The embroidery needle fought back.
Ximen Lang opened his mouth wide and looked at the rapidly flashing figure of this beautiful girl in surprise. He was very surprised. He didn't expect that this delicate girl's martial arts skills were so high that she seemed to be above me. She was not very old either. After all,
How do you develop this awesome kung fu?
For a while, Ximen Lang vaguely felt that the girl's movement was very similar to that of a person. Gradually, a young man who was so handsome that he almost became too handsome appeared in his mind.
Ah... Ximenlang secretly screamed. What he remembered was actually a ghost. Yes, the rose in front of him was very similar to the ghost's movement. They were exactly the same. Moreover, if he looked carefully, the facial features of the two people were also vaguely similar.
Suddenly, a bold idea came to Ximenlang's mind. Could it be that Rose is a ghost? The ghost before was this Rose disguised as a man?
Thinking of this, Ximen Lang was startled, and then shook his head to deny it, no, absolutely impossible. First, the ghost is probably dead. She was hit by the ice-cutting palm that day and became like a frozen person. I personally cut it.
She threw it into the Liexuan Lake. Secondly, the ghost was probably a man. I once pressed on that guy.
My body felt flat and unpredictable. Looking at the rose again, it was obviously turbulent. Thirdly, if she was a ghost, how could she help me? After all, his death had something to do with me. He was hit by snow.
After Wen Sheng's ice-cutting palm, he was attacked by me in a sneak attack. He probably would only try his best to get rid of me to get revenge.
Based on these three points, Ximen Lang ruled out the idea that Rose was a ghost, but he was still puzzled as to who she was and why she had such powerful martial arts. It was so weird, like a ghost from hell!
Although the psychic king's palms were unable to concentrate the roses for the time being, the heat contained in the palms continued to brush over the girl's black skirt, causing palm-sized holes to appear, revealing the snow|muscle jade|
skin.
Not long after, the black skirt on Rose's body turned into pieces of butterflies that kept falling, flying in the air, revealing the black breast bra and nosebleed Ding pants underneath, with bulging jade balls and a round waist.
, plump and plump, exposing a devilish figure.
While Ximen Lang was worried about her safety, he couldn't help but glance at her body twice, which further confirmed his judgment. Gui Mei and Rose were not the same person at all. Gui Mei's guy who was neither male nor female was like an airport.
How can anyone have such a charming big girl like Rose, with her butt raised? Isn’t that a fantasy!
Rose gradually couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly made a crisp whistle, which echoed in the woods.
As the whistle sounded, two figures emerged from the depths of the woods, both with bald heads and ragged clothes like beggars. They shouted respectfully: "Master!"
Ximen Lang looked over with curious eyes. Suddenly, his eyes widened like bubbles. He saw two bald monks who were the father and son of the Xue family who had been rescued. What the hell is going on?
When did they become slaves to roses? How weird!
Xue Wensheng and Xue Mo also looked towards him from the corner of their eyes, with a trace of resentment in their eyes. After all, Ximen Lang was also the enemy of their father and son.
While dealing with the attack of the King of Psychics, Rose frowned and scolded: "Why are you still standing there, Big Bald, hurry up and help, Little Bald, go and untie the ropes on Young Master Ximen..."
"yes!"
The Xue family father and son agreed, and they separated and acted obediently. Xue Wen rushed forward fiercely, with the Snow Condensation Magic in his body surging, and the ice-breaking palm struck out with cold air...