“Why?”Ye Yu looked at the poem quietly and asked this sentence for the third time.

Po Jing frowned slightly and looked at Ye Yu and said, “You and I are enemies, why do you need it?”

“The enemy?”Ye Yu looked at the poem and noticed her change, because the poem quietly looked at his eyes very strange, "When will you and I fall into the enemy?"

The poem was cold in appearance, the dagger in her hand reflected the cold light, she said nothing, the body burst, the dagger once again crossed a curd, toward Ye Yuza.

The poem quietly shot quickly, spicy and drizzle, the dagger is a treasure, killed Ye Yu feel the evil ice and cold.

Ye Yu was avoided, but the poem quietly did not drag the mud with the water, clean and clean, and killed Ye Yu again and again.

Dozens of moves, Ye Yu felt the difference in poetry.She was like a cold metal, like a killer, with no feelings for him.

Ye Yu thought of that bright woman, even if the poem quietly changed, how could it become so thorough.

“What happened to you?”Ye Yu shouted quietly to the poem.

Po Jing frowned, this person is really strong, suffered such a serious injury, the heart is broken, actually the speed can be so fast.

But what does Ye Yu mean?

“Poetry, what happened to you?I am Ye Yu, your man!”Ye Yu shouted.

“Look for death!”Shi Jingyi heard Ye Yu say so, even more angry, this guy died to the end, actually dare to say so.

I looked at this scene, and the corners of my mouth were also cursive.Do you think poetry remembers you?She no longer remembers everything, but thanks to the inheritance of the poet's ancestors!

Mo Wuyi looked at Ye Yu, who was constantly being hunted by poetry, but some admire Ye Yu, who was quietly and suddenly pierced by poetry, and actually had the strength to escape.

However, Ye Yu is also the end of the strong.Looking at his increasingly gray face, he knew that Ye Yu could not hold on for long.

The poem is constantly moving, the shot is getting faster and faster, and the dagger is constantly striding.As a Holy King, she was strong.Ye Yu's constant disillusionment!

“Silently.Stop, no matter what happens to you, you can’t let them use it.”Ye Yu shouted.

The poem quietly frowned slightly, ignored Ye Yu, and continued to shoot.

“Shut up, have you been blinded by them?”

“Silently!Wake up!”

Ye Yu kept shouting, but at this time, the Lord laughed loudly: "I have heard your tongue sharpness, and what do you want to do at this time?"“Poetry fairy, kill him!”

She frowned at the moment, she kept shooting, Ye Yu blindly avoided it, especially Ye Yu's eyes made her feel strange.

However, thinking about her ancestors, she continued to shoot, he and himself and the enemy should not be wrong.

"Silence, don't spit on them and the tiger, it doesn't matter if you hurt me, you must be careful of them!"Ye Yu shouted again.

He stepped on the free-to-do trip, but even so, under the continuous attack of poetry, he was created and was scratched by the dagger.

Looking at Ye Yu like this, people also know that Ye Yu is about to be unable to carry.One of the holy king's cold people laughed and culled to Ye Yu.

“Repress you!”As he spoke, he overpowered and killed him directly from behind Ye Yu.

The poem quietly follows from the front of Yeyu and stabs directly to Ye Yu.

Ye Yu was extremely injured at this time, and he wanted to avoid it completely.Looking at the poem quietly stabbed in the front, Ye Yu looked at the poem quietly, and the body suddenly turned around.

Then he gritted his teeth and drove the sword again.The sword twists one direction, and the birth of the beheading to the cold.

The cold man shot in the back, he did not think that Ye Yu actually gave up the poetry of the front of the battle, but instead killed him.

He saw the dagger of the poem stabbed into Ye Yu’s body, and Ye Yu’s sword was also cut out.

Ye Yu, despite the heavy damage, but the sword is equally terrible, beheaded out, the cold of His Holiness changed color, he broke out of his magic, and he fought and went away.

A sword beheaded out, and a huge blood marks appeared on the body of the born beheading, especially the power destroyed by the infinite sword rushed to his body.

His body flew out, his mouth sprayed blood, and the whole person was severely damaged and smashed on the ground.

Ye Yu was stabbed by the dagger, the whole person was extremely painful, he repeatedly retreated, knelt on the ground, and pointed a few bloody holes in his hand.

Ye Yu looked at the blood hole, and then looked at the poem quietly, what happened to her, why is this so?

She stood there, did not continue to shoot, saw Ye Yu full of distressed eyes, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled up.That was not what she had expected.

Shouldn’t he be killing him?How could it be?

The sword was the best for her.But Ye Yu would rather be stabbed by her than by her.

The sword shot at her, can let her be created, Ye Yu hit him in the face, and the cold master could not help him.

However, Ye Yu chose to be stabbed again by himself.

He stabbed him several times, and now the other party has not developed hatred for himself, but said some inexplicable words.Say it was her man?

Poe quietly stood there, looking straight at Ye Yu, she felt that this was impossible, but the acting can play like this?

The Lingyun His Holiness looked at Ye Yu, and they did not think that Ye Yu still had the ability to have an invincible sword at this time.They thought that, fortunately, Ye Yu had been severely damaged, otherwise this blow might have beheaded a holy king.

His Holiness Lingyun looked at the two blood holes in Ye Yu’s body, especially the one in the heart.Such injuries and fighting power are simply unimaginable, and his vitality is really strong.

“Come on, fight fast!”The Lingyun said to the holy king around him, and looked at the poem and said, "Poetry fairy, we are each one of us!"

She looked at Ye Yu, shook the dagger in the handshake, and saw Ye Yusheng staring at her eyes.

“You say you are my man?”The poem asked Ye Yu quietly.

At this time, Mo Wuyi's heart was beating, and he thought that although they had done a lot of work, it was obvious that the poem was still somewhat doubtful.

“What happened to you?”Ye Yu asked the poem quietly, "From the poetry family left, what did you encounter?"The poem looked at him, but he said, “This man is very scheming, you and he must have known each other before, but to say that he and you have this relationship, I do not believe.”I guess he must have known that he couldn’t escape and was acting on purpose.

Come and show it to you.”

His Holiness also said, “Son Fairy, can’t your ancestors, your family, and all of us prove it?”You’ve heard the reputation of this guy, this guy’s acting is a good player!”...