Curse you, curse Gali, note that you are on the way, and it will be difficult!

Thinking about waist pulling? Wake up, don't dream......"

Mo Ning Hongqi was cold, glancing at this celestial.

It pouted coldly, and snorted: "You canteens burn and make good kinds!" You think about it, you don't think about it, you don't think about it, you don't think about it, you don't think about it, you don't think about it, you don't think about it,

You look at the beginning of the weakness, Ke Envoy, why do you feel that after the Gong is dry, the occasional will be strong?

Ancestor sues you! Even this two picks up, and it is a nightmare.

What about the occasional death, or the living of the two waters?

Evenly, admit defeat! Troubled by the Red Chamber! Evenly, admit defeat! Do you give a couple?

Boom –

One Yuan Vientiane Sacred Banner Picks Up, Thousands of Feet Flickering, Coercing and Threatening Movements, Illuminating the Heavens.

Mo Ninghong exploded and staggered, and the true meaning was unfolded, and in a blink of an eye, it swept away the heavens and men.

It holds the handle of the sword, and the sword is swordsman, and it is the body of the sword!

They're scarred, they're scarred!

It gathers nine leaves, withers and heals their wounds!

It transports the six chakras of death, the two sutras of the six chakras, the two sutras of the six chakras, and the two sutras of the chakra, which heals the wounds, and the pi is full of sorrow!

"Even if you think about the waist stubble, you will use the ancient sword, what effect will the scarf make!"

Mo Ninghong will be disgusted with his own thoughts, and instill in the heavens and men the scarf, and it will not be a stinger

They are too difficult, they are rebellious, they are intimidating, they are not scared!

It's satisfying! They are too bad, and they are too bad!

Sister, the younger brother and the second sword, one sword reclamation, and the sword is called Zhiwei's choked high rank and eternal silence.

"Boom ......"

Heaven and man are stubble, the library is cracked, and the mountains are shaken!

This jaw, the whole sword tomb, the beep began to riot, the rumbling sound, the shaking of the eight desolations, the thousands of miles of the sword gate, the tiger is enough to hear!

The Holy Cesium was shocked, stunned by Mo Ninghong, dry and dumbfounded!

"You're ruthless, it's enough, it's enough! Don't dig the grave! You're going to die! What a pity you are! Stop—"

The sage is red, and it doesn't hurt!

It stubbles the sword gate, and makes several dynasties and Yuan ribs.

It has seen the suzerain on behalf of the beggars, and has made the Xuan Wei waist to control this celestial man, and the number of people who have been ruined has been restored, and the tiger has retreated to make way for Xian.

This sword gate is smashed, and Fan Xiao's father is in the palm of his hand!

Mo Ninghong, the Holy Immortal Mirror is not picking up thousands of miles away!

It's dead!

"Ahh Evenly, what a tiger will save Qi'er! What do you do to do a puppet in the palace! ?

Mo Ninghong listened to the persuasion, it roared wildly!

They are disgusted, they are extremely good, they are suspicious, and they are suspicious.

Mo Ninghong was stubborn, and the sword gate was in the sword, including Fan Xiao's stubble, and the sword tomb was terrifying, and the sword tomb was too quiet, and the nearby people were ruthless, and they were all under the control of the sword, and they all flew into this sword tomb!

It's a sloppy one, it's a sinister, it's a sinister, it's a stilt!

This celestial man, the chief envoy was stunned, and it exclaimed: "What about the couple! You, you...... You are so angry that you are too wicked, and you are guilty of sinning and you, and it gives you a kind of frightening curse! It makes you, this generation of tigers live for 10,000 years! ”

Only Mo Ninghong was alone, listening to the words of the Heavenly Sword Immortal.

It listened to the slam and slammed, and it couldn't scream!

"Ten thousand? 10,000? Hahaha......" Mo Ninghong pouted wildly: "What about the occasional sage, Qi'er Master Zun, which saint, make stubble help puppets!" It scares the puppet for 10,000 years, and it scares the puppet, motivates the puppet, and persecutes the puppet!

10,000? Even if you are a big couple! What a thousand people, smash this board! Wipe out the four enemies!

You, stubble, let you evenly?

"Click—"

This indulgence is worthy of a heavenly man, and he took the initiative to reduce the amount of robber.

Mo Ninghong, in the end, with the strong ambition of the strong people, pull it out!

The chin is blurry, and the flesh is blurred, and the alfalfa is not!

It's cesium, and it's cesium!

It's stubble!

Heaven and man held the stubble and was silent.

Heaven and man are killed, but the stubble is stubble, stirring up the water!

"Woo Woo ......"

Fan Xiao sipped the sword gate and came down one after another.

"Boss Xun, what's the matter! Sword Tomb, which one is it? Puppet puppet! ”

Fan Xiao was calm, and Sui was calm.

If the sword gate hides such a sinister, it is too derelict in its duties.

Yan Xun pointed at Mo Ninghong and said, "It's ...... What a mile! ”

Zhu Qiangqi looked at Mo Ninghong, and he did it to talk about it, so that Yi Huang was extremely familiar with his face, and he was familiar with it.

Wang Yanlai, its eyes are divine, its alfalfa is stunned, it thinks about it, it is worried that it will burn the sword and make it sinister!

Moreover, Mo Ninghong is actually a celestial man!

There was a sullen thunder, and the stubble was strong, and the flames began to roar.

It thinks about the beginning of the sword and the ancestors.

Pull out the heavens and people, Ke is the master of the sword gate, and he will be in disobedience!

Otherwise, the ancestral family will be scared, and the stubble will be sneering, and the ghosts will be fierce, and the waist will be looking for a rebellious account!

The envoy said, when Mo Ninghong held the cane, Fan Xiao, Jing Keyi bent his knees and knelt in fright!

Fan Xiao's face sank, why is it so evil, but it is a little bit of a suspenance?

They make the thinking waist control the sword gate, the simple group control, and the saga generation generation control!

Every other hundred, it pouts and tries to slap a lai, and surveys the tiger and the tiger! Ke envoy, it is still not a gong gong, this celestial man, what about the waist arch palm?

Holding the crutches of the sky, and making a stinky person not dry! This is simply a "pop pop"!

The chin is shy, the merchant arrives, he is on his knees, and he clenches his fists: "I am afraid, I am willing to submit to the new sect master!" ”

Fan Xiaoyuan stared at this Eryan, angry and angry, and his face was smacked, and he was shy!

It clenched its fists, squinted at the alfalfa, and surveyed it with the immortal mirror holy cesium.

Not three or five inches, the meridian swayed, slowly bent the knees, kneeled scared!

The rest of the scare picks up a few, and it makes the silent squeak, it mutters the character of the fan, begs for protection, and it pretends to squeak the tiger.

Fan Xing hugged his arms and glanced at Mo Ninghong.

They are sativa, deep, licking their tongues.

"Wrong, wrong...... This number, which Mo Ninghong at the beginning, let alone make a ......"

Fan Xiaoxiao alfalfa, a wipe of the killing machine, quietly burned and passed away...... Mo Ninghong mastered the heavens and men, and the audience was silent.

The atmosphere is depressing.

The sword gate is desperate, and the swords should be prosperous.