Xiao Hei smiled slyly, tossed lightly, and the embroidery needle in his hand flew out suddenly.

The purple light in Yan Ping's hand flashed, and with a ding, the embroidery needle turned into two halves from the tip of the needle to the end of the needle.

Xiao Hei was in the electric fire time, unprinting with both hands, and the small paper figures attached a trace of Yuan Shen and became smart.

The little paper figure carried an embroidery needle in his hand.

The little paper figure looked quite cute, but suddenly it flew up.

Xiao Hei's heart used to be ups and downs.

It was his master who fell in love with her. Here, it doesn't matter if it's the Condor Hero, or it's the Red Lian Fairy. In Xiao Hei's heart, it is a big drama that he is accustomed to.

Her eyes are gentle, and the person lying next to her is her master. A man in deep love.

This man is extremely sacred, and only at such a time can he lie quietly in her arms.

The heart is conflicted.

She couldn't see him hurt, but she liked to hold him.

Maybe only at this time, she can hold him high.

She wore a jet-black full-breasted skirt, walked through the bloody rain and bloody wind of the rivers and lakes, walked through the mottled Shaohua in the gap of time, and the people around her were lying in her arms, full of tenderness.

Although these are all Xiao Hei's conjectures, the side face of the Hundred Damage Daoist is not so gentle, and the eyes of the Hundred Damage Daoist are not so electrocuted, but the sunshine on this day is really good, very charming, the flowers are also very beautiful, everything about him is fine, it looks so beautiful.

At this moment, even if Xiao Hei dies immediately, as long as it is for him, he is willing.

I have always loved the owner of this compound surname, and I love someone, no reason, no cause or effect.

When she learned his story, she only loved more, loved more.

There are as many handsome men on the rivers and lakes as there are stars, but it is him, so ruthless one lights up her life and changes her trajectory.

The assassination that night was brutally changed into a life encounter.

What a beautiful thing it is, a wonderful thing to put it mildly.

The long-bodied man was lying in her arms, and his low-pitched eyebrows and eyes couldn't hide his arrogance that looked at the world, and he couldn't contain his anger.

Whether Dugu is defeated or undefeated, she only knows that he is her life.

The paper figure in his hand is a kind of talisman technique.

She is not a martial arts master, not a master.

She's just an assassin.

She was already sensitive, but under the change of the Hundred Damage Daoists, she was supplemented with a wonderful elixir and soaked in the green potion pool, as if she had been reborn and reborn.

She was stupid, but she learned Taoism, the most superficial Taoism, in his elementary school.

She said: "The Sunflower Treasure Book is indeed the first treasure book, but unfortunately it is the first mutilated treasure book." ”

Yang Guozhi's technique is so familiar with her body.

It's because her body is the same as that of the ancient tomb.

Light and spiritual, unparalleled light power in the world.

The Taoist said: "This sunflower treasure book has a little relationship with me." ”

It turned out that the eunuch of this sunflower book was Lin Chaoying's father's personal guard.

Why did you become a eunuch again?

Lin Chaoying's Ancient Tomb Heart Sutra and the Quanzhen Sect's internal strength heart method are complementary to each other.

You can't cultivate alone.

Wang Chongyang's innate skill is the revised mental method that is more practiced by ordinary people - the whole town mental method.

Jade, female. The Heart Sutra is, the free school, the old self-respecting merit, the modified heart method.

This move, have you ever remembered the Jade Peak Needle of the Tomb Sect?

Light and vivid.

Speed, still speed.

Where would you have thought that when the guard came to find Lin Chaoying's return to the country, she had already fallen in love with Wang Chongyang.

This old guard had the assassination of the emperor in mind.

In the martial arts of the Carefree School, the taboo is that you can't skip the level to learn.

After learning Lin Chaoying's self-created martial arts, he also has the Taoism of innate skills.

The tension of yin and yang is difficult to reconcile, and in a fit of anger, he cut off the little brother, and the yang energy does not enter and the yin energy does not come out.

It became the later Sunflower Treasure Book.

This martial art is in the hands of the Hundred Damage Daoists, and after reading it, they also laughed, it was really interesting, this person was always sitting with some strange and wonderful things.

Xiao Hei's embroidery needle criss-crossed in the hands of the paper man, hiding the laws of the five elements of heaven and earth, and changed the trajectory in a flash. The floating paper figure, with a thin body, is flexible and light.

Fluttering with the wind, under Xiao Hei's overcontrol, a sword formation was formed.

It's amazing!

Yang Guo is hard to speak.

Such a sword array, manpower is absolutely unbreakable.

From this point of view, Xiao Hei is invincible.

The wind was whistling, and when Qiu Linfeng was late, these black and oppressive paper figures seemed to be laughing, laughing together, and the feeling of depression was very weird.

The higher the realm of swordsmanship, the more cold the person who uses the sword.

Wan Yanping, who hasn't seen her for a few years, is more fit.

The concave and convex, slender and delicate backbone, still gives people a melancholy feeling.

Wan Yanping is like a tulip.

Now it's more like a plum blossom.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and it is not an exaggeration to describe her.

Purple sword light, arrogant.

Whatever is opposite her.

It doesn't matter.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, clubs.

Eighteen kinds of blades, whatever comes will be broken.

Even if they came up together, they were also Dugu Nine Swords, breaking the momentum of the world.

The purple light flashed, and Ling Wanqing was at a loss.

Crape myrtle soft sword, like a dragon, like a white snake, like electricity, like the wind.

Everywhere, purple sword light, fast and suffocating.

Purple sword light, when it stopped.

The voice gushed to remember.

It was the sound of metal clashing, but it was sharp.

It seems to be extremely fast sword cutting, the sound of weapons.

Sirui's voice was so harsh.

Xiao Hei's face flashed with a cloud of black gas, and he remembered it in a flash.

"Wan Yanping, with the Ziwei Soft Sword, do you think you can run rampant in the world?"

Yes, the confetti in one place are all small paper people. The wind blows, and who knows.

Embroidery needle, the material is too ordinary. After all, it's mortal.

The sword qi urged by the crape myrtle soft sword broke the sky and destroyed the earth, swept vertically and horizontally, and galloped all over the world!

Xiao Hei raised a talisman in his hand.

It's a blood talisman.

Dense with small print, not easy to read.

Yang Guo glanced at it and was horrified.

Isn't this a type of spiritualist talisman?

This kind of blood talisman is used to conjure spirits and attract corpses.

What exactly does she want to do?

The light and sunny weather is like a woman's face, which changes when it is said.

I can't tell if it's the sword qi fluctuating, which overshadows the heaven and earth, or if the heaven and earth are about to change the sky!

The lines of the blood talisman lit up and began to spontaneously combust, without any external force starting to spontaneously combust.

The flame of fire is the light of the green fire.

The burning rune paper seemed to be howling, and the sound was like a sound from hell.

I don't know what it's like.

It seems that this world is shaking.

No!

The ground is shaking!