What are the most dazzling, long-lasting tentacles?

Could it be?

Is Changtian favoring Wu Jitang?

Obviously, the arrogant Changtian couldn't pay attention to the ants on the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And who is replacing Changtian to save the person who wants to live?

Han Xian was once again the first to contact the darkness than anyone else, when did the strength of the whole body have to leave himself, why was it so empty.

So empty that I can't breathe, are my eyes useless again, are your ears also infected by your eyes? In the dark world, Han Xian felt that he was going crazy and wanted to shout, maybe at this moment, only his mouth would not leave.

Did you shout yourself?

How ridiculous, did you laugh yourself?

Is this impatient too sleepy?

In such a noisy world, in such a flesh-and-blood world, and in this world, his own guide may be separated forever, but this person is really too tired, or go to that world to wait for that guide, Han Xian's eyes are powerless to close.

Open, godless, blood spilling out of it, if it is a special place, then Han Xian's appearance must be very scary, but now in this place, people's nerves are much stronger, and more importantly, how busy they are at this moment, who still has the time to care about how amazing it will be on this person's face.

Yun Hao gave up his will, squeezing forward is a very tiring thing, since the master is not urging, then what does it matter if I am lazy, I am saying that the master seems to have made the greatest effort.

The strong wind on his face was like a knife, Wu Jitang didn't want to know how much that person hated him, and his smile slowly spread on his cheeks, can he hide this time?

Maybe the smile on my face is laughing at this, or maybe the smile on my face is affirming my thoughts, I'm really tired, let's rest, maybe it's not a bad thing to dissipate in the air.

This time the eyes also gave up arrogance, too much flesh and blood were broken, and this time it wouldn't be any different, so I paid attention to it lazily.

With a serene smile and gentle eyes, what would it be like if it was in the spring breeze, but now this time is not spring, and there will be no breeze, so what is there?

It was the sound of the wind, the strong wind that cut through the air with the cold blade, the knife had not arrived, but it had already frozen the handsome face, but it could not break the harmony on the man's face.

Is Meng Yiguang going to laugh?

Perhaps, he can laugh.

Yes, he was laughing, having done so much and doing it for so long, he was so tired today.

It's almost time, you can rest, in Meng Yiguang's heart, there is only one goal, to complete the will of the big sword, as long as it falls, then all the wishes can be achieved, and now at such a moment, it is too simple for himself.

The smile is the same as the smile on Wu Jitang's face.

Wu Jitang is liberation.

And he, Meng Yiguang, is more like laughing at his deep feet in mud.

It's all going to be over, and my messy brain is finally going to be freed.

And now at this time, the brain is really numb, and only Wu Jitang and the big knife in his hand are left in his eyes, and he even forgets his existence.

Eyes, can Meng Yiguang still remember his role?

Probably not forgotten, so he was completely limited to the target and could not deviate from it by half a point.

And Dengfeng's senses, in the same way, were really afraid that his prey would slip away from under his knife, so everything in his body and mind was locked on Wu Jitang's body.

Therefore, the eyes failed to detect the existence of the rapid piercing of the sky.

Therefore, the senses failed to discover the existence of the shattered glimmer of life.

And when the eye is found.

And when the senses perceive.

Everything is going to look ridiculous.

And this time, Meng Yiguang really smiled shamelessly, smiling and watching the spear that broke through the sky with a little green flame breaking into his eyes, knowing where it landed, because Dengfeng's senses were undoubted, he noticed that the spear pierced the skin, and he noticed that the spear shattered the bones.

And all this, the eyes are powerless.

And in all this, the senses become the audience who is out of the way.

The smile instantly lost all positions, and the horror and unwillingness instantly occupied the man's whole body.

Why, why is there such an injustice, this brain is completely filled with these three words, and it destroys reason in an instant, and it is impossible to support Gu Wei'an's body anymore, and it is impossible to complete the mission of the big sword.

Because I have been choked by death, why is the thing stuck in my head so cold, and master, why don't you block him for me, can't you stop it?

The horse's imagination can only be explained by himself, and now it needs to change places to tell its dissatisfaction with its master, and it is not impossible to vent its dissatisfaction with its master, it is also trying, trying to convey its dissatisfaction.

The front hooves are raised violently, and the front hooves are raised violently, so will the big knife still have a chance to fall?

Maybe there are.

But the horse's revenge is not only that, it can also have hind hands, and the front hooves raised to exhaust all the strength, no matter how strong the hind hooves are, but how can it still support itself with a complete kneeling in front of death. Fell to the side with a bang.

So does the broadsword still have a chance to fall?

There is still it, if Meng Yiguang is willing, he can be cut in the air, it is obvious that Wu Jitang, who is frightened and unwilling, is very stingy, how can he be willing to tear through the desolation of the air to laugh at his humility.

So Ma won, successfully avenged Meng Yiguang's dereliction of duty, and successfully avenged the incompetence of the senses. also successfully kicked Wu Jitang out of the sickle of death.

Still laughing?

Maybe he should have laughed, so Wu Jitang's smile didn't put away.

Instead, he laughed: "Haha." ”

And the laughter is not without a price, the sword light startled, and there were two more scars on the body, but the laughter did tell everyone, so what's the matter, I, Wu Jitang, have been strong since I was a child, come on, come ten more, I can continue to laugh at the existence in the dust.

"Haha, haha. ”

Wu Jitang couldn't stop laughing, and the existence in the dust, blood had long been gushing out of his mouth, was he injured under the revenge of his beloved horse?

No, Meng Yiguang's Dengfeng is not a wasted name, and the cast bones can't live under the iron hooves with a big bowl, but the Dengfeng does tell others the difference in the realm.

So why does the blood stop spitting up?

Hehe, how can you not be angry, why are you so unfair, why do you care so much about that person, and I have been laughed at so many times by you, and every time I am so ruthless.

Blood is not lonely, because tears have long occupied the high ground of the eyes, the people of this world are really thoughtful, the existence of the mask is not only a flying arrow that is blocked, but more importantly, it also covers too many embarrassing moments for the owner, maybe the maker of the mask is also an existence that is often mocked by Changtian, otherwise there would not be such a thoughtful design.

Of course, there is also Wu Jitang, who is in tears like Meng Yiguang, how can he not be happy when he escaped death, and he cried with joy and thanked Changtian for his favor.

With a slight slant of his eyes, he found the existence of the dodging in the dust, and sighed in his heart: "Good means, forget it, you are so embarrassed, I can't bear to mock you." ”

As long as you don't give the bones a chance, then what's the use of having more, the spear stabbed left and stabbed, so that several people fell under the horse, and squinted slightly, how could there be a trace of that person in the dust, and sighed in his heart: 'Good fellow, you can't stay here for a long time, run quickly.' ”

At this time, Meng Yiguang had already stood out in the dust, in fact, his eyes had not given up on Wu Jitang's figure when he was dodging, and seeing that his brother was still entangled with him, there was a trace of luck in his heart. When he found his mount and turned over on his horse, it was also the time when that little luck was shattered.

Because the person covered in blood was approaching Guan Hanning vigorously at this time, do you want to chase it?

I want to, I really want to.

He cursed again in his heart: "Thief God." ”

Because Wu Jitang, who was taken care of by Changtian, did not give Meng Yiguang this opportunity, Dengfeng Shenwei was undoubtedly full of momentum, and he was like a bamboo all the way to Sang Honggu's back.

He Meng Yiguang only has a share beyond his reach, and will Sang Honggu fight for the luck in Meng Yiguang's heart?

Maybe there was, just one combination, Wu Jitang's spear stabbed Sang Honggu's back and Guan Hanning did not give up the perfect opportunity, and also attacked from the front.

And Changtian also took care of this lovely person, so that he sensed Wu Jitang's gunfire in advance, and the big knife forwarded to block Guan Hanning, and it was much easier to hide from Wu Jitang, and he dodged it slightly. I didn't linger either, and immediately patted the horse and left.

In the process of running, the resentment in my heart has reached a new height, and sure enough, you Meng Yiguang did it on purpose, and you can still let him run out of that shallow martial arts, it is all because you have broken the general, and you have made me lose an arm.

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