Immediately, Wang Mang threw away the scrapped sword, and on his waist, he swayed the sword scabbard, stretched his palm fingers into the sword, and gently pulled it.

A thin blade made the sword scabbard slowly tear at the water.

Yuan Lai, this scabbard, actually burned with two swords, one hard sword and one soft sword.

This soft sword is like a ribbon of silk and it is squirming, revealing a three-foot-long complete look.

This sword jacket, thin and light yarn, like a wind blowing, will swing slightly.

The soft sword, the stubble king's palms are swaying, swaying, and the survey is like a stumbling enamel.

But after being frightened, Wang Mang's head dragged a hair, his palms and fingers were loose, and the black silk fluttered and fell into fright, and he was getting closer and closer to Li's shaking soft sword.

Three inches, two inches, one inch to the ground, this hair suddenly burst out and scattered, a few sections, gently, Jue two fluttering, slowly landing.

The sword, blowing the hair and breaking the hair, it did not blow, the hair was still broken, and the stubble was not broken, so that the stubble hair was not frightened when it touched the sword!

Mo Ninghong frowned slightly, it had never seen such an immortal weapon, it was difficult to find it just now, and he made this king Mangdi real?

Ke it was scared, but it made him even more excited, slowing down his breathing, soothing his belly, holding the sword and his palm, and slowly loosening a few fen.

Nervous state, perhaps, the sword should be in a state of hugging the ground, the sword should be in a state of hugging, the sword should be in a state of relaxation, and the battle will be fought.

Let go of the burden of scare, and the bear is detached.

Wang Mangdi moved, the ghost shadow was like a ghost, and he rushed to Mo Ninghong's ground, and threw it with his palm, and the soft sword was a rattle-tailed silver snake, and the tip of the sword made the snake smash, shaking the sword, and biting Mo Ninghong's throat in an instant!

Mo Ninghong raised his palm lightly and raised his sword, wanting to block.

"Whew!" This soft sword suddenly wrapped around its ground sword, and after the tip of the sword turned to Zhizhi, it finally stabbed its palm and arm.

Fresh and dripping, oak fog, sprinkling and spraying, a cold wind, blowing away the stubble, Mo Ninghong's arm, how to make it complete, as if the swan has not been hit.

But this chin, Mo Ninghong Earth Spirit Saint made the fierce burning and stinging, forbidden to suck a deep cold, which swing the sword palm, toast the snort and pick up the loose slug, it is the sword, take off the palm, "bang" sound, landing.

Wang Mang didn't force it to let go of his palm, so that it was willing to let go of fright, because of this chin, it felt that it was not able to prick its arm with ten thousand needles, and it was painful to die.

Oh like this, a sword, Fen is scared, on the sword enamel, Mo Ninghong is willing to scare the wind, and completely lose!

Wang Mangdi's sword, like a poisonous snake, bites it, and makes it collapse a few times, this feeling, I'm afraid that I will forget it in the end!

After the sword landed on the Zhizhi, Mo Ninghong's eyes fell, and its ground burned violently, and the speed was like lightning, stretching out his palm, and snatching the sword with a new sword!

Wang Mangli brandished the soft sword, and then made the golden snake dance wildly, and the soft sword Fen cracked the shadow of the palace, and then gathered in one place, and in an instant, stabbed the back of Mo Ning Hongdi.

Mo Ning Hong's eyes were in the same place, and a strong sense of crisis lingered in his head, it held its breath, and the palm fingers of the stubble had just touched the hilt of the sword.

Wang Mang's sword, fluttering and shaking, did not hit the bear, but it flowed water, a blow to the red, the feet flew, and chased after the house!

Only one breath, it will come to the stubble after the Mo Ning Hong land, the Mo Ning Hong land is frightened and poured, the stubble is frightened, and when it is three inches away from the ground, it palms and fingers flick a stone, this stone splashes and sinks, and it slams the stubble which sword.

This sword slammed into the sky one stone after another, and it swirled about four or five feet!

"Whew!" The poisonous snake Zhi Sword, chasing after the house, quickly slashed around Mo Ninghong's waist.

This sword scares you, Mo Ninghong is extremely stubborn, and he will use a sword, cut two sections, and when it comes, it will make the holy immortals, and it will be difficult to save!

Mo Ninghong's pupils were fierce, bursting out and asking for a strong desire, it was a gathering of goblins and saints, and in an instant, the whole body surged violently with a layer of gold, this gold was dazzling, with a strong impact, and the shock Wang Mang retreated with a sword!

Mo Ninghong's eyes were red, and he gasped violently, which sword was surveyed, and the stone bounced off again, and now the stubble fell to the ground early!

After the king of the sword was soft, it was always, and even burned his own sword, and even touched, touched!

"Bang!" Wang Mangdi's chin shook and flew away, and then his chin squirted a fresh color.

It opened its eyes and stared at Mo Ninghong with a dead and dismissive gaze, and it dared to believe in it.

Looking at it, it is snorting at the waist and the palace, and it is even more powerful when it is in the palm of the sword, and it is even more powerful?

Which lump of gold, what is the bottom of the coffin? Whatever it appears will make it tremble!

But it was stubborn, and it was even more anxious, and it turned against Mo Ninghong.

The bear said that it was a curse, and it had never thought about it from beginning to end.

Mo Ninghong gritted his teeth, clenched his fists willingly, and glanced at the stubble and the sword, but he didn't pick it up after all.

Pick it up and then don't you want to do it? It stubbles the sword with a high palm, makes the class get the axe, and also gives full play to the advantages of its own land, and scares Wang Mang in one move!

"Let's do it!" Mo Ning Honghui eyebrows and cold drinks, the field turns, and Jingxu starts to turn around.

It is the original Yiwei, the bear sighs Wang Mang's battle is hearty, but he has never thought about it, the double root is a level, it is not a sword of the enamel sword, how can the bear be aggrieved?

After, the sword is superb, what about it? Now the guy is smiling the sword, and the bear will defeat you!

"Humph!" Mo Ninghong had a calm face, snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and instantly compressed and gathered the exercises in his body.

Wang Mang glanced at Mo Ninghong, snorted softly, swept away like a ghost, stepped on Yu Fei, a shadow shuttled through the sword, a sword, gathered the edge, the soft sword stubble was converging in a moment, a sword shot Mo Ninghong in a sloppy manner, like a thunderbolt, like a waist to pierce this piece of water!

Mo Ning Hongyuan closed his eyes, and his chin opened his eyes instantly, and he was slammed with a punch!

"Boom-" It smacked, connecting the cone-shaped tornado, which was made by Lian Hui Palace, as if it was enough to strangle and cut one!

This hurricane exploded Wang Mangdi's sword Zhiwei one after another, and it turned against the guest and attacked Wang Mangdi!

"Nine Waves! Kill! "With the new comprehension of the recent Jiu Jiu Lang Holy Technique, Mo Ning Hongyi built the foundation mirror body, and threw this punch into the sky.

"Boom!" The hurricane shrouded Wang Mang, and the ancient bell sounded dullly, ringing the eardrums of Wang Mangdi.

Wang Mangdi's body was submerged by the waves, and he screamed miserably. （）