Chapter 1888 (1/2)

A lot of blood light swept towards the tortoise and the dragon.

”Small skills! Do you want to hurt the king with this level of soul attack? ”

Tortoise dragon shows disdainful sneer, he does not dodge not to avoid, stretched out sharp claw to grasp small soft snow-white neck directly, lifted her whole person in mid air.

The impact of the blood magic light on the tortoise dragon is not significant, at most just a slight tingling in the brain.

The tortoise and the dragon are not light. The white neck of xiaorou is suddenly scratched with several bloodstains. The blood is dripping.

Xiao Rou's face was white and she struggled hard, but she was strangled by the tortoise and the dragon and could not resist at all.

”Fox, you look good. If you are not the spirit beast of the human monk, I can consider taking you as a concubine! It's a pity that you're in the wrong team. Please die for me! ” The tortoise and the Dragon gave a violent sneer.

”I'm sorry, young man!” Xiaorou closes her eyes in despair.

If she died for Shen Lang, she would willingly. But even if he died, Shen Lang would still die.

Think of their own death can not save Shen Lang, small soft beautiful eyes burst into tears. Since we can't die for the sake of Shen Lang, there is no sense in our own way of death.

She doesn't like it!

When the tortoise dragon is ready to crush the small soft neck.

”Whew!”

A golden sword light came from nowhere, and it hit the right hand of the tortoise dragon holding the small soft neck.

With a loud bang, the right hand of the tortoise dragon was blown out of a blood hole, and the thumb and index finger were blown out, blood and flesh were blurred.

”Ah!”

The tortoise dragon uttered a shrill scream, the blood dripping right hand unconsciously released, and xiaorou fell from the air.

All of a sudden, a golden whirlwind came like a mirage, flying the little soft falling up to the trunk of a tall tree.

Whirlwind a collect, incarnate for a white robe long hair handsome youth.

The young man in the white robe has a gloomy face. A golden Leize light saber condenses in front of him.

”Shen Shen Lang! ”

Looking at the white robed youth on the tree trunk, and then subconsciously looking at the waves that were still sitting on the grass have disappeared, the tortoise dragon covered his bloody right hand and cried out.

Just at that critical moment, Shen Lang has come to life. He hurt tortoise and dragon and rescued Xiao rou.

It's all between the lightning and the flint.

The recovered Shen wave has become more profound and ethereal in temperament, and its strength is even stronger to an unfathomable level!

Just now, two people, the Black Ghost lady and the master Zhikong, who were eyeing lanxian'er, suddenly saw Shen Lang wake up and started to attack the tortoise dragon.

LAN xian'er's original desperate eyes flashed a glimmer of splendor.

”Are you OK, Xiao Rou?” Shen Lang looks at xiaorou in his arms and asks in a low voice. His tone is full of concern.

”Gong Young master, isn't xiaorou dreaming? ”

Feeling Shen Lang's warm and burning chest, Xiao Rou's eyes were red, and she had a dreamlike feeling. She could not control her emotions in her heart and tightly embraced Shen Lang.

Looking at Xiao Rou's bloody neck, Shen Lang was very distressed. His eyes turned to tortoise and dragon, and there was a strong killing chance in his eyes!

”Old bastard, how dare you hurt her? Today, if I don't smash your turtle shell, I swear I won't be a man!!! ” Shen wave's face is extremely twisted. A surprising spirit pressure rises from the sky. There is a strong wind all around the forest.