The moment the Baichuan Dao people recognized the Black Nightmare Demon Lord and the Blood Dream Demon Queen, they knew that today would be more than lucky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He swayed the oar with both hands, and an iron oar flew in the water, swinging waves one after another, and the speed of the sea blue boat instantly increased several times, and at the same time, the dark blue light was activated, and the sea blue defense shield was propped up......

"Old thing, if you want to die, you don't have to rush so much!"

The Blood Dream Demon Queen was sarcastic, but her movements were not slow at all, her hands were stretched out, her ten fingers moved, and the blood ** light flowed on her white fingertips, and a strong wind blew on the river, and the wind tightened, puffing up the blood sails, and the speed of the nightmare sail was also increased several times, and the sailboat rushed towards the blue boat that hit it with blood-colored light......

"Touching ......"

The two speeding ships slammed into each other, came to a standstill, and then separated, each whirling backwards in opposite directions.

Baichuan Daoren's face turned a little pale, and everyone in the boat staggered, only the female Taoist, Jin Ming and Luo Yiding did not move on the boat.

"Giggle...... Old thing, it's pretty fierce...... Giggle......"

Blood Dream Demon's white fingers crossed her lips with bright red cardamom, and the little red tongue stretched out a seductive lick and let out a burst of silver bell-like laughter.

The laughter is beautiful and beautiful, soft-spoken, as if heartfelt, there are thousands of beauty, thousands of wonderful, seductive, moving......

"Meng'er, it's useless!"

The black-robed demon lord interrupted the magic queen's laughter with a word, in exchange for a burst of resentment and incomprehension of the charm, but what she was even more angry about was the kid who broke her magic voice, such a strong impact, that kid didn't move at all, and even the sound of chanting spells didn't stop.

She was angry and wanted to teach him a lesson with the magic sound, but the other party's spell seemed to be able to restrain all the magic sounds, and she still returned in vain.

"Brother Wei?!"

"I'm coming!"

The black-robed demon lord slapped the side of the ship with his big hand, and a black light appeared behind the boat, and a huge thrust pushed the sailboat, and it crashed into the sea blue boat that had just stopped......

With a loud bang, the boat that barely supported the blue light was knocked out, thrown high, and fell heavily, including the Taoist priest of Liuchuan, everyone was more or less injured.

"Touching ......"

The blue boat had just landed, and it was knocked out again......

"Bump...... Touch...... Touching ......"

The Demon Lord urged the Nightmare Sail with a cold face, and went on a rampage, and his ferocious arrogance sent chills through everyone's hearts.

"It's too much to deceive people!" Baichuan Daoren's face was pale, and he scolded angrily out of breath, as a ferryman, this collision, he faced the impact, and consumed a lot.

The Demon Lord ignored it, and rushed up again, and with a loud bang, the blue light of the sea was finally broken, and everyone in the boat was desperate, and everyone grabbed the side of the boat, and finally did not fall.

The Baichuan Daoist flew out the moment the sea blue light broke, and he held the iron oar in his hand and slapped it hard against the nightmare sail that was retreating from the backlash.

The iron oar hit the bloody sail fiercely, and the sailboat was beaten out dozens of feet, and the blood light dimmed a little.

Lao Dao is also a ruthless man, and he doesn't care about his own boat, he chases and beats the blood sail with an iron oar, one oar, another oar......

Unexpectedly, the Nightmare Sail was taken by surprise, and the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen on the ship were also stunned for a while.

"Old thing, you're looking for ...... death"

The blood light was open, and a big black hand grabbed the iron oar, and the iron oar in the hand of Baichuan Lao Dao ignited a real fire, and the black hand burned when it encountered fire.

The Demon Lord scolded angrily, let go of his claws, and the whole person rose into the air.

Baichuan Lao Dao did not entangle with him, withdrew the iron oars, stepped on the clouds, and retreated to the sea blue boat.

His goal has been achieved, he just wants to tell the Demon Lord that it is impossible to crush his Sea Blue Boat with the power of one sail, and at this time, the Demon Lord has been forced out by him, so naturally he will not sink his own boat in a brutal way.

"Lord Messenger, are you alright?" asked the Taoist priest Liuchuan eagerly.

"Lao Dao is fine now, but something is going to happen soon!!"

"Do you have a way to retreat from the enemy?"

"The method Lao Dao has already said, but you don't agree, as long as you throw away these wastes on the ship, Lao Dao can still keep you and Fa Zhou, you decide!"

"No, please think of another way?"

Liuchuan Nuguan bit her lip lightly, and once again firmly rejected the proposal of Baichuan Daoren.

Lao Dao smiled coldly and said: "That's up to you! It's really not good, Lao Dao can only abandon the boat and flee for his life, as for you, I will fight to protect you, and when I return to the sect, Lao Dao will ask the ancestor for guilt!"

"Run, can you escape? Old thing, stop dreaming!"

Two figures, one black and one red, stood in the middle of the magic smoke, one in front of the other, blocking the sea blue boat in the middle.

The Black Nightmare Demon Lord has already made a move, and his big hand is covered with rolling demon smoke, and the Baichuan Daoist who has not been in the boat long ago rushed out with an oar, and the demon smoke was scattered with an oar, and the devil's clutches were hit together, the demon lord was repulsed, and the old Tao also fell back into the boat, holding the oars with both hands, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.

The clutches of the Mighty Demon are the means of fame of the Black Nightmare Demon Lord, and they are very powerful.

The Dao Sword of the Liuchuan female Taoist priest had also been shot, but unfortunately she didn't even take a move, and she was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and the difference in strength was too far.

The female crown reluctantly stood up and protected a boatload of giants behind her, begging: "Demon Queen, the giants on the ship, they have not yet entered the sect, they are innocent, please raise your noble hand, don't hurt their lives!!"

"Innocent?raise your noble hand?giggle...... This is the funniest joke I've ever heard! Are you naïve? Or do you know how long I've been waiting for this bloody meal? Ten whole days!"

"Smack...... Smack......"

The sea blue boat continued to vibrate, and Baichuan Lao Dao and the Demon Lord fought several times, but they could only barely block it, after all, he had consumed a lot, and this time he fell off the boat, bleeding from his mouth.

"Meng'er, kill!"

The Demon Lord stood proudly above the boat, looking down on a boatload of lambs to be slaughtered in the posture of a victor, he knew that his wife liked to kill, and of course he did, but he still gave it to his wife considerately.

"Brother Wei, it's still you who are good to Meng'er!" Mo Ji laughed, turned around and winked innocently at Liuchuan Nudao: "It's not that my sister is ruthless, but Brother Wei is urging people, little sister, bear with it, my sister will lightly ......"

"Jin Ming!

The female crown panicked, she was both moved and sad.

Jin Ming blasted out a punch against the blood ** fog, and he used his tall body to protect the female dao behind him, swearing to protect the lord to the death, which is the creed of every wrestler, and it has become an instinct.

Jin Ming's whole body was full of golden light, like a golden-armored giant, and his huge golden fist punched into the magic mist, but he was held down by a small white hand.

It was a kind of creepy feeling, warm and soft, pressed on the huge fist, gently caressed, as if appreciating a handicraft.

Jin Ming felt that his hand was slowly softening, slowly softening, he wanted to withdraw his fist, but he couldn't, his hand was controlled!

"Let him go!"

Liuchuan female crown raised her eyebrows, and the Dao Sword struck again, and the Dao Sword stabbed at the soft wing that caressed Jin Ming with a faint blue light.

"Little Taoist, with a Dao sword, you dare to be presumptuous, you don't know whether you live or die?" Mo Ji frowned, and with some reluctance, she let go of Jin Ming's fist, pointed at the orchid, and flicked it lightly at the Dao Sword, and the Dao Sword flew back with a wail.

The Demon Queen looked back at Jin Ming, who looked like King Kong, and sighed in admiration: "It's small, it's very handsome, I really can't bear to kill you like this......"

"Humph......"

The Demon Lord snorted coldly, and exchanged it for the smile of the Demon Queen.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, but you still have to die!"

The delicate jade fingers seemed to point at Jin Ming's eyebrows slowly and quickly......

"Jin Ming, get out of the way!"

The female crown and Roy spoke at the same time.

"Boom ......"

Rise... Standing pile... Punch ......

In one go, the fist has not arrived, the intention is first, the surrounding space is fixed, the surface of the Yinchuan River, the water vapor condenses frost, the magic queen bears the brunt, and the blood-colored magic mist has a layer of white frost.

"Meng'er!

Roy's fist was as fast as lightning, and by the time the Demon Lord opened his mouth to raise his heart, it had already hit the Jade Finger that the Demon Queen pointed at Jin Ming.

"Click...... Ah......h

The slender jade finger became crippled, and since then it has become a unique sound, and I am afraid that I will have to call the nine-fingered demon queen in the future, that finger was blown by a punch, and the magic queen was also beaten out, and a sharp and terrible wail came out of her mouth......

Such a magical sound caused all the giants in the boat to vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Meng'er! Meng'er?"

The Demon Lord flew to catch the Demon Queen, and only then did he realize that his wife was covered in frost, and her blood-red mask was cracked and shattered, and a disgusting face fell out, crisscrossing sarcomas, as if there were worms wriggling inside.

Her face and her figure are simply two extremes, it can even be said that her face is blasphemous compared to one of her fingers, and at this time Maggie's hair and eyebrows are frosted, and she looks at her hands in a daze.

The hands are full of frost, but only one finger is missing.

"Don't be afraid!"

The Demon Lord lovingly stroked the Demon Queen's shocking face.

"Ah, where's my mask?

Maggie slapped away the Demon King's hand, she covered her face with both hands, turned her back in a panic, and screamed, "Kill him, kill him, help me kill him!!"

"Okay! Brother Wei killed him for you!"