Turning a blind eye to the hatred in Su Mo’s eyes is simply saying, "Little beast Pei Chunyu is my grandson. If you hurt his life, I will let you live in pain forever!"
"Broken wrist is"
Xuanyu Taoist voice is like a spectre in hell, which is chilling!
Bang!
Taoist Xuanyu suddenly leaned out of his toe and gently touched Sumida!
This foot is too fast.
Don’t say that Su Mo has been hit hard now, and his spirit is exhausted and his blood is declining. Even if he is in a prosperous state, he will never escape.
More KuangXuanYu road flyover palm holding Su Mo injured right bowl.
Sumegan, get out of here!
This foot seems to be light in Sumida, but generate has a very terrorist force
It’s like a big gun poking into Sumida!
Poof!
Sue ink was a quiver feel abdomen to linger-sometimes constantly biting pain almost fainted.
There is a blood hole in the bloody abdomen.
It’s ruined
Su Mo can clearly feel that he was stabbed to pieces by Taoist Xuanyu!
Spiritual force quickly collapses.
In a blink of an eye, the abdomen has become a swing, and there is no spiritual power.
Su Mo’s body twitched almost pale, his eyes were dim and his breath was weak.
Repair is ruined!
Then it is the source of real strength. Once it is broken, it can’t be recovered!
Decades of penance have been destroyed!
There is nothing more cruel for a monk to break the elixir and abolish the repair.
Surrounding crow
Many then real people have different looks, some gloating, some sighing, some showing their reluctance.
Mu Dongqing and Bai Yuhan had a friendship with Su Mo, but they could not bear to see it at this time.
Dugujian drooped his eyelids and shook his head slightly, and a pity passed in his eyes.
No matter how enchanting Su Mo used to be, how dazzling he cultivated the twin vision of the extreme foundation. Once then it broke … all this vanished.
Chapter five hundred and seventy-five Tragic
Su Mo was already wet with sweat, hung his head and covered with black hair. A pair of bright eyes can be seen faintly!