Ban Lingxian was silent, and his eyes were full of murderous thoughts.

It swept away with a gun, its unique clothes, with its arms spreading, the wind began to roll, just like a wind wing, they crossed the crossing, stubble Fen Holy Mirror, almost like a bear pulled out the head.

The spear of the saint was a spear, and the tip of the spear was wild, and the spear was a black pillar, gushing and spurting, and he wanted to swallow the entire body of Mo Ning Hong.

Mo Ninghong dared to do so, he crossed the sword, it seemed to be better than the Banling Immortal, it hurriedly dodged, summoned the immortal treasure sword between the chins, mastered the sword handle, threw it away, the sword sheath flicked away, it clenched its palms, raised the sword, and slashed and frightened!

One stubble, cut through the edge, scare one sword projection, the sword and the fairy of the class collided, the stubble collapsed, the layers of bears cracked and the water was broken, and the earth and stone were flying.

Just collided with one blow, creating a scene of the palace building cracking and cracking, and the remnant of the ink and Ning Hong made the sword of the soul split.

Seeing this scene, Li Yun Hui Xue frowned, and was quite depressed, looking at the two of them to burn the holy cesium, it was oaked, and it was stopped by Qi Yan. The hurricane curled its body and retreated for several minutes.

Mo Ninghong was a robe, a stable organization, and Ban Lingxian made the heat wave invade, erecting the spear stubble, and the body leaned back, and the pangling avoided this heat wave.

The two of them made their bodies stand firm at the same time.

Mo Ning Hongqi was calm, and the Ban Ling Immortal was full of eyes, and the killing was choking.

The gap between the two mirrors Sakai, the Saka Zhikun, the burning of it with this blow, and the scare of the scarf.

Ban Lingxian had a calm face, his fists clenched, and he was obedient!

What about Mo Ning Hong, it's sassy, it's stubble, what's it, it's seven or eight years old, but it's easy to move and how much is it?

"Feng Ban Han Gun Qi, Ban Han Feng Xiang!"

With hatred, Ban Lingxian stomped violently, swept a wild wind Zhimen, lifted the raging bears, pulled out the beginning, and swept across the slashing and plundering Mo Ninghong.

It seems to be a piece of secluded Banhan, which spear tip, a projection stubble this wild wind Zhi Yi flew and swept away, and the spirit fairy spread its wings, and the sound was long!

One strong horizontal coercion, blockading the surrounding area, only a few hundred feet, Zixiao and his brothers, all made their palms and feet tremble, breathing difficult, and they knelt down on the stubble, and their convulsions were convulsed.

Purian Tu Fang, it makes regret that the bones of the immortal tremble, it regrets, the Ban Ling immortal is strange, like a lot, elevated!

Zhi, make the black bingbing, now stubble, it should make the barren level strange phenomenon!

I would like to ask how many times the Shengyuan Museum has heard of it

Mo Ninghong picked up a few feet away, chattering about this blow, their brows furrowed, and they were depressed.

They move on their feet, jump and dodge!

"Woohoo!" Mo Ning Hong's stubble was instantaneous, and he stepped on the three of them one after another, burning the Ban Ling Immortal, which was spread to the cover of the spear and the Holy Mang, but the Ling Immortal projection made the poor chase after the scarf, and even this Ling crossing, forcing it, making it deep and terrifying.

Mo Ninghong looked at the teeth, dodged the sword, slashed the sword, this sword, converged to the practice, the momentum was horizontal, the four gallops began to roll, the sword spread stubble and frightened the left and right, and the wind blade was surging and surging and surging around.

Lingxian projection, with crushing Zhiqi, tearing the wind blade, after the chaos, Yi Chao strong penetrating the sword, tearing the sword move, and finally surging their chests.

Mo Ning Hongli slanted, wiped and killed, and crossed his shoulders!

"Whew!" Its shoulders were torn and its chin was torn, and its robes were stumbling and flying, and it was holding back, rubbing its heels against it.

Fortunately, the soles of their shoes are made of dark iron, which is wear-resistant, and their waists are burning.

Ning Honghong stood firm, it surveyed, the clothes of the Ban Ling Immortal made the wind blade stab, the face of the face muttered a scar, fresh, slowly flowing down the wound to frighten the face, dyed red Ban Ling Immortal accompanied the emperor's face.

Mo Ning Hong snorted, scared the curtain, glanced at his shoulders, they staggered his shoulders, choked on the holes, flesh and bones, and pierced with a gun!

It scares like this, it makes both losers and hurts, and the jade is burned, and whoever mutters will not be happy with the result.

Envoy, let it be clumped, the jaw envoy Jian Qi persuasion, male squeeze, it understands.

Jing was frightened, and his palms were pinched, and he was pinched at the beginning of his waist, clenching his grip tightly, and he was willing to let go of his palms.

這料剛剛剛兩個尙合,What is the result? Both are defeated!

Ban Lingxian grinned, and the cold monster pursed his lips, mocking: "Brother Yiyi, are you going to bear the sting?" Do you claim to be so scared that your brother is rebelling? Do you want to make Ke fight the Fen Holy Mirror? Rubbish! Phew......"

Mo Ning Hongqi was calm and turbulent.

It has been ruthless for a long time, and it has not listened to the waste of this head, and now it has been burned by the Lu Tree.

"Hmph." Mo Ninghong closed the alfalfa sage, held his head high, and inserted the vertical sword into the crack, it stretched out its arms, clenched its fists, and practiced all the surrounding areas, all of which were surging and surging to replenish their flesh and bones.

One Yuan Vientiane Holy Commandment coerced, towards the four Qi pervasive, all over the force, this kind of oppression, so that the choking Zixiao Gang Brother Zixiao out of control, kneeling frightened, choking and breathing difficulty, it was painful to scream the Holy Cesium, covering its chest, one by one Holy Cesium was terrifying.

Tu Fang's stumbling sway, it trembled, looked at Mo Ninghong, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was full of bitterness.

It made the regret of the beginning of the frightening death of the palm of Mo Ninghong, and the defeat of the Ban Ling Immortal was scared, and it should be the first to be scared.

The situation seems to be a double battle.

After the Immortal Saint Zhi of the First Yuan of the Immortals, Mo Ninghong's momentum rose sharply, and the majestic Zhi Zhi in the area was strong by the Mirror of the Elephant Tree.

It drew a new sword, looked at the Ban Ling Immortal, and said a word, and its eyes were full of provocation.

"Hehe......" Ban Ling Xianyi was afraid, shrugged his shoulders, grasped the spear, and plundered the Rainbow, and the shadow of the palace was shuttled, and the tip of the spear pierced the chest of Mo Ning Hong, and the one blow was blowing.

Mo Ninghong and Zhi converged, raised the sword to intercept, this shot hit the back of their swords, the sword flashed, the double Jue staggered, the two lines were crossed, and Fen Bei shot Jue's two slashed bodies.

It retracted its blades at the same time, changed its posture, Mo Ninghong teleported past him, and within a few inches, they crossed over, allowing Ban Ling Immortal to dodge, and they were slamming into the shoulders of Ban Ling Immortal, and the flesh was about 100,000 catties, pulling out the peak Zhi and swallowing the Feng River.