The stars fell, and in an instant, the other party KO

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After a long showdown, Ye Mengtian finally reached the finals. (To prevent you from saying that I am a water word count, skip in the middle)..........................................................................................

At the beginning of the final, Ye Mengtian VS Mo Ruofeng

three，two，one，Start of the game！

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"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. Explore the tiger's den and enter the Jiao Palace, look up to the sky and exhale into a white rainbow.

Chushan is through the moon fire, and the great drought is lifted. The old custom burns the dragon, and the panic causes thunderstorms. Bursting and crying, the frost is gloomy, and the roots are eternal. The green forest is ashes, and the clouds have nowhere to go. The night is very impressive, and the new autumn shines on the cow girl. The wind blows the flames, and the river soars into the pillars of smoke. The vulgar burns Kunlun, and the light fills the continent.

The fishy snake is scorched, and the roar haunts the tiger. The fetish has flown high, and there is no stone or earth to be seen. Ernin wants to slander, and he is close to insulting with this. The chief of the thin customs is worried, and he is even ignorant of the master. Whoever moves far away will be afraid of the ring. Sweating and lying in the river pavilion, the deeper breath is like wisps.

Get up and look at the South Mountain, and the mountain fire burns the mountain fields.

The reddish sunset is extinguished, and the short flames are reconnected.

The difference is to the rock, and the green wall is rising.

Low with the return of the wind, far away eaves thatched red.

The neighbor can speak, and he wants to rely on it.

Self-said Chu Yue vulgar, burned for Hayata.

Bean seedlings and insects promote, and flowers on the fence are used as houses.

The waste stack is returned to the column, and the square chicken pecks the corn.

The New Year's spring rain is sunny, and the gods are everywhere.

Holding the money is divided, knocking on the tile and ringing in the forest.

Bude hexagram on the mountain, return to the mulberry date.

Blowing fire to the white grass, waist sickle reflecting cane.

The wind drives the mistletoe smoke, and the mistletoe trees connect the flat mountains.

Outside the starry glow, the embers fall in front of the steps.

Moaning and sneezing on her back, the crow girl cursed the harvest year.

Who knows that the green face is full of official taxes.

The volcano is now seen, and it is abrupt Puchangdong.

The red flame burns the clouds, and the hot atmosphere is steaming and empty.

I don't know the yin and yang charcoal, why is it alone.

When I came to the harsh winter, there was a lot of wind under the mountain.

People and horses sweat hard, who knows how to make merit. ”

The flames burned fiercely, scorching the sky, the earth, and even the air had a temperature, and the flames surrounded the field, approaching Mo Ruofeng.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

The boy listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candle dim tent. Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monks. Sideburns have stars also. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. A term of step forward, drip to dawn.

Nanjing Xipu Road, April ripe yellow plum.

Zhanzhan Yangtze River goes, and the drizzle comes.

The mouth is sparse and wet, and the clouds are dense and difficult to open.

The sun is happy, and the vortex and the shore are back.

The wind drove the rain to sprinkle the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly and thundered. After the rain, I don't know where the dragon goes, and a pool of grass-colored frogs chirps

A night of light thunder and ten thousand silks, the glow of the floating tile is uneven. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches.

The waves went like clouds and returned, and the north wind blew several thunders. Zhu Lou hooked and sparse foil on all sides, lying down to watch the rain coming from thousands of mountains. ”

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To be continued

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