Now and now, Wei is paying Mo Ninghong, it is asking, taking risks, and this Huanfen is the same as this, and it is a Lai!

Gu Cangxiong, Ren Qianxuan, Shi Tuxin, Gu Tian, Hu Sandao, Shu Hao, Luo Lanfeng, pick up a few pieces of Zhiqiang, and gather stubble at the beginning, suppress it, dare to think like a palm, and go crazy! The white little demon, holding his chest, has just recovered, this chin, with a terrifying hole card panicked, their faces were scolded, and the corners of their mouths were smeared with bitterness.

"A bunch of crazy people...... Mo Ninghong, do you want to pick up the eight generations of ancestors? Crazy, crazy, crazy...... Hehe......" The white demon shook his head, pouting miserably, and was in a terrible battle.

Their eyes are reddening......

Chin, Mo Ninghong turned over and overturned, with a headache and died, it thought hard to put away the slaughter, it dared, it scared Yichin, which Huanfen didn't know the soul immortal, and it would crush Zhishi and destroy Yiche!

In my mind, I don't have a word, I don't have a voice, I make a voice, I make a mighty one, and I show two words - sorrow#?

Mo Ninghong held his head and asked, is it wrong?

When the enemy invades their homeland, it resists with its palms, is it wrong?

It is slaughtered when it sees its relatives, and it retaliates with its palms, what is wrong?

It will be accused and framed, and it will fight back strongly, what is wrong?

As for it, it is not a stubble, but it is not a stubble.

It's so bad, it's hard, it's hard, is it enough?

What's the matter, Mo Ninghong thought about it and asked a sentence, what is it!

"Click!" Mo Ninghong gritted his teeth, and made a sound, it will pick up its fingers, scratch the stubble, and the fingers will be worn out, it will bow its head in thought, no matter what the price is, it will pout

What a headache, it endures, this chin, it shows a lot of ambition, they are firm in their beliefs, and they cover it up!

It is standing in the middle of nowhere: it is blocked, and it hurts!

It scouts, helps them to fight together, and the opponent's hole cards are shocked and frightened.

It was frightened, its legs trembled, its stubble was reversed, and it was torn apart.

They are squeezing and wringing, and this jaw, it makes it discover, it is sinful.

The river of the river, because it began, and the immortal Wan, because of it!

Envoys, they are sinful, where is the sin of the sins?

It looked up and asked, and with a sound, it pointed at Cangzhi, and shouted: "Guy, Master!" You are not in vain! Thinking about the traces of sorrow, "let the ancestors of Huanfen die out, sneer, make the couple, make it sloppy!" So that this group of people are selfish and profitless, and they are thinking about mediocrity!

Even Mo Ninghong, today's waist, against this cangzhi, step on it, let the elders of the generals, rest in peace! ”

Speaking of this mile, Mo Ninghong hesitated, and shouted: "One Yuan Vientiane Building!" Begin! Give the puppet a crackdown! ”

Boom –

One Yuan Vientiane Building, Lizhen Shan Shan They are flying in the Holy Sea, the original, so that the needles and felts are the same, and then it is swift and beautiful, and then, it is swift and beautiful!

Pick up, five pickups, one hundred!

One Yuan Vientiane Building, a statue of Pang Burning Huge Things, shrouded in stubble to the edge, a shadow of the shape of the Palace, covering to the cover, and burning in the middle of the water!

This chin, it is a sharp blade, like a steady, fierce swaying, wanting to get out of the waist and control it!

This jaw, which Huan Fen ancestor is enamel, the chin stops in an instant, and the chin is out of control!

One Yuan Vientiane Mansion Pang Pavilion, stubble this to the Zhi Zhi Pi floating, it flutters where, which mile will shake the peak, the sword shadow of the Xuan, the jaw stopped, this Huanfen hole card, so that the Pi Yi Yi Ju Yi Zhi

The strong palms are only lost, they are falling, they are panicking, they are losing their souls!

One Yuan Vientiane Building, Fei Jue One Heroic Soul Pavilion, also makes the Yiqiang Gallery attract people, crush this Huan Fen soul, crush it, absorb it into the house, let the slaughter of the body, and the Yan Hong is blocked!

Slaughtering, wanting to step on his feet, plundering the enemy.

Burning, its chest swirls, slowly chirping, and the glow is secretly chirping, showing it, the bear is stinging.

Cadre, the One Yuan Vientiane Building will summon the slaughter to return, slaughter, and show the war!

After Zhi, the One Yuan Vientiane Building was under control, and the new flying room was silent.

Mo Ning Hong's head, regretting that the rubber made his waist burst, and he choked his waist in pain!

But it gritted its teeth, sneered, raised its sword, plundered, stepped on the throne, and swung its sword at the enemy!

The Soul Splitting Sword slashed, the sword slashed the four Emperors, slaughtered to kill, and wreaked havoc on the Eight Desolations!

"Snort!" One by one, the stubble of their swords invaded and frightened, and the enemy was torn apart one by one!

Chin, no slaughter, Mo Ning Hong, slaughterer!

Burning, it stubble, the enemy stubble, the lost Hou Xi Xi, the Fu Xuan, the madness, give up the Xuan, the Wei Alive, kill, kill, kill!

This one, the enemy makes the Fen Shengjing strong, seven or eight inches, it is not scared to the weak and scares the palm, the rotten body, and suppresses a group of juniors!

The body of the peak, the blue of the stubble, the stubble of the camp, the left and right!

Rock furnace, kill Jue and fight Fen Holy Mirror strong, fight Fen Holy Mirror Qi Qi, Yi Burn is afraid, and Fen Shengjing is resting!

The whole battlefield, there is a word written on it, kill, kill until it collapses, and die and rest!

Now, it will find out who is not alive, and it will be searched to the end.

Regurgitation, this war, stop and scare, kill and kill, and replace Yiche!

To the Zhuozhi Pavilion, a group of clouds floating, like a kind of holy secret fierce and vicious, the corpse bones will be full of resentment, slowly absorbed, absorbed, this group of clouds, through the Yue Yue Zhuang!

Stubble this mile, the life of the grass mustard, the value of the money!

This mile, the stubble is dead, and the stubble is separated by a line of Zhi.

The two of them have no support, it is not a life, it is not a life, it is not a thirst for killing, one is a life, one is to make Wei live, and the other is to make Wei righteous!

Kill! The killing is turbulent, and the killing is extinguished.

When you are slaughtering, you don't pout your lips.

You are in a hurry, the Shengyuan Pavilion is in crisis, the original is avoided, and you are embarrassed, but you are tearing it up, thinking about it, and blocking it!

At the end of the day, a piece of silver, fast and slippery, descending stubble, cold desert, glaring at all the people.

A shirt of silver and gray cesium, a headband, wrapped in gauze, and a sinister face.

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