Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 427 Please (1)

At this moment, Lin’s elders really couldn’t smile at all.

I wish the long song at the waist is not shallow, the blood flowed to the ground, and Fu Lingtian was only playing against his wounds. I wish the long song's face is pale to the extreme. He subconsciously wants to stand up and stand up. But the voice of Elder's elders suddenly sounded.

"I wish a long song, enough."

The strong long-lasting song is a gray face. He is stiff and looks at Fu Lingtian, who is a few steps away. His eyes are full of unwillingness, obviously he is almost...

"Mr. Elder!" Elder Lin heard that Elder Mo’s words were as stiff as the following, and wanted to say something.

Mo elders shook their heads: "If you fight again, I wish you a long song, you will be lost to this place."

Mo elder's words, like a basin of cold water, poured on the head of the elders of Lin, Lin Elders turned to look at the long song full of blood, his face a burst of white.

Zhu Chang’s injury is not light. When he was at its peak, Fu Lingtian found an opportunity. Now it is strong to support this wounded body to continue fighting, but it is only a chronic death. It is impossible to reverse the situation.

Lin’s long-awaited expectation, at this moment, turned into a fist, and he secretly grasped his fist and took a deep breath: “I wish a long song, let’s go down.”

I wish a long song on the face, but did not dare to violate the orders of the two elders, can only accept the death of the sword in the hands, in order to admit defeat.

I wished the long song to be helped by several disciples from the ring. He rubbed his hands on his waist and his blood flowed out of his fingers, but he was annoyed with his face, only hating himself and couldn’t be careful. .

At this moment, the hearts of the Xuan Lingzong people seem to have been crushed by a huge stone, and the hope that has only risen, the long-song of the song, the complete defeat.

"It’s over... I wish my brothers lost, we are afraid this time..." The disciples were desperate.

Zhu Changge is the most powerful disciple in this trip. Even now he has lost, and Xuan Lingzong has no chance to compete for the first.

Not only that, although Feng Yiran’s Feng Yiran was defeated, but his injury is not heavy, it is that the second contest will be able to participate in the competition tomorrow, but I wish a long song...

Looking at the long bloodstain under the long song, everyone's mood can be said to be suppressed to the extreme.

This is the second place in tomorrow's competition, in order to wish the long song such a heavy injury, fearing that there is no opportunity to participate.

The elders of Qing Linzong saw this, and finally they once again leaked a proud smile.

"Mu elders, the inheritance." Qing Linzong elders looked at the plain-looking Mo elders and smiled, but the smug between the eyebrows, but it was unmasked.

"Elder money, you Fu Lingtian shot, it is too heavy." Mo elders have not yet opened, the old forest elders with a gloomy face will take the lead.

I wished that the long song was hurt. He looked at it. If it weren’t for the long-term physical condition of the long song, it’s just that Fu Lingtian’s set down, fearing that it will be half-life.

The three trials have always been around, but Fu Lingtian’s hand is too dark.

Elder Qinglin Zong did not take it for granted: "On the court, there is no eye in the sword, it is a bit of death and injury, it is normal."

Lin Elder looks black.

Mo elders are not very good at the moment.

I wish the long song is the biggest bargaining chip for their comparison this time. Now that they are defeated, how can someone still play?

(End of this chapter)