Liu Qingshui walked to Wu Yu step by step, holding a blood-colored whisk in his right hand, and there was still blood dripping on it. On his left hand, there was a short sword half a foot hidden in her Taoist robe, like a hidden poisonous snake.

"Wu Yu."

"Um?"

"Go to die." She lowered her head, looked at Wu Yu gloomyly, and suddenly grinned.

Whoosh!

The right hand rolled, and the bloody whisk immediately set off a bloody storm, like countless blades, blocking Wu Yu's retreat.

"Senior Sister Liu!"

"Skin him, cramp, and bone him!"

Everyone shouted!

The smell of blood!

Wu Yu is actually very cautious. It was the first time he faced an opponent of this level. It is no exaggeration to say that Liu Qingshui is the kind of brother Yang Qing who can kill Wu Yu.

Under the elder, I am afraid that they are no match for her.

For example, Su Yanli, Mo Shishu, etc., even if more than a dozen join forces, they will be defeated by them.

So, the pressure does exist!

But for Wu Yu, the bigger thing is still the fighting spirit!

The stronger the opponent, the more he can push him to the extreme at this moment!

roar!

Again, the immortal ape changes!

The body is long, with golden hair, sharp hands and feet claws, a more flexible body, and a more explosive physical strength!

Wu Yu at this moment is a combat machine!

boom!

The demon-suffering stick flies in its hands!

He enjoys this hot, direct will!
Chapter completed!