"Crutche!" Tu Fang was flustered, thinking about his waist and covering his mouth with the class spirit fairy, regretful, and sneering.

"I've never seen you so stubborn, even admiring your volume, offending you, killing you, thinking about challenging you? Changing the palace Bang

The official Yun was arrogant and cold, and in an instant, he summoned the black qiāng, and the qiāng was surging and thirsty, and it was talking and talking, stepping on the shooting, and the shadow of the palace, carrying the furious Zhizhi, towards the Ban Lingxian, trampling on it!

This one, Ban Lingxian was stunned, they were stiff, and after the official Yun made the black qiāng zhi, the strong library deterred and the terror was threatening, so that it regretted the danger of extinction.

It stared at the alfalfa, although it was burning and afraid, but it clenched its fists, and it was cold, revealing its sweetness!

"Whoosh!" Sudden ignition, so that it will be leaking!

One of the world's most streams flutters, one Yao Yu descends, one shadow, with a sword to kill, this sword, Ke Yun! This is the most streaming, relying on the flow of water, scarcity of materials, flying chopsticks and a sword sweeping the body of the official.

Ban Lingxian stared at the sativa, and was stunned!

The pupils of the official Yun shrank, and he hurriedly gritted his teeth, and tried his best to stab the long qiāng, the wild waterfall and the bear, and hit this Zhike!

After burning, this holy secret shadow, carrying the sword, lifting the light basket, a sword is peaking and collapsing, booming and official, and the official Yun is afraid of cesium, and his palms are busy.

"Whew!" A sword, a sting, light and easy to lift, piercing the chest of the beggar, the rupture of the official's clothes, the wind is fluttering, the fog is splashing, sprinkling stubble, dyed red!

"The temple is frightened! Auditorium—"

Xuan Ming ruthlessly made the panic emperor shout violently, and the palm made him stumble, and the terrifying power struck this holy secret!

Burning, this holy secret is afraid of burning, raising the sword to cut the sword, the sword is shining, shining in the night, panicking to move, the ghost holy commandment!

This makes a sword, a terrifying sword, this sword, a sword, a sword,

Xuan Ming trembled in a panic, slapped his palm, and retreated, "Snort! "They also made this sword slash at the chest, and suddenly they were like a good official, and they were dripping!

It flies upside down, stubbles, panics, and frightens to lose cesium.

The shadow of the Holy Secret finally stood steadily, and the ghostly scar flashed on the side of the Xuanxuan, and the sword pointed at it, killing and scolding to the bone.

"Library, library, library! Even the Holy Immortal Pavilion has heard of the Peerless Protector! Occasionally, there is no evil......"

"Take you with you, get out! Pick up the breath and disappear the stubble! Otherwise, perish! ”

The holy secret stood on the peak, the sword on the side pointed at the Xuanming, panicked, said a word, scared the Xuanming, thought about it, thought about it, pounced on the official Yunli, carried the first fart and urine flowed away from the flow, and disappeared in an instant.

This one, the holy secretary of the sage, is on crutches, and he surveys their appearance.

A gray cesium shirt, close to the body, the head is wrapped in gray cesium gauze, covering the alfalfa eyes, the nose, the mouth is not disposed of, it is not bad, the bear is enough to investigate their appearance, it is ugly to make the most holy frightened mortal, raise his palms and feet, the wind is light, the sinister and the official Yun are injured, and the terror is injured by the horror of the Fen Holy Mirror Xuanming, they are real, deep and inquisitive!

At this time, the emperor was dumbfounded, and he was speechless.

The slaughter party made the leaves stumble, the animals were covered with a mist and scarred holy secrets, the alfalfa was sluggish, the emperor stammered, and the man was accompanied, and the material was extremely frightened to the holy cesium, and he was puzzled: "You, you make ...... Sword, Yuan Jian Fu...... Liyun! ”

The Holy Secret turned his head, glanced at Tu Fang Yi indifferently, and casually snorted: "You, you should make the Zixiao gang die, Tu Fang!" ”

"Even ...... Occasionally......, "Tu Fang was sweating cold, his bones were terrifying, and the whole stupid man retreated backwards, this cold alfalfa made it feel cold and fearful."

That's right, it's, it's made - Yuan Jian Mansion, Ethereal Erlang, Li Yun!

Shengyuan Hall heard the history of the three sins, stubble of the sage of the stone, leaving a scare of the immortal soul brand, Daban Luo Zhijiu, the details of the shares, the details of the mirror Sakai, and the details of gender!

It has no defeat, picking up the five-year-old sword together, picking up the seven-year-old comprehension sword, picking up the eight-year-old to advance to the enamel mirror, and the second picking up the three-year-old, advancing to the Fensheng mirror!

The whole mess is a legend!

Shengyuan heard that Xiong was enough to make him nod his head and say that he was guilty, and he was not guilty, and he was hanging on the list of stubbles, and he was shaking, except for it, who was Xiong?

The ancient ruins are sluggish, and the ancient ruins continue to disappear for nearly two, and now the stubble, but the stubble Zixiao helps this kind of tight waist juncture, it is sloppy, this, is it a coincidence?

Ban Lingxian, sluggishly looking at this holy secret shadow, it is a bear howling?

After a few moments, Ban Ling's fairy brother Yi Tong challenged Li Yuyun, but he made Yi Yi Yi after the mishap.

Which battle, Li Yun, the sword has not moved, a alfalfa saint, let it be lost, and it will burn and spit out wounds!

Li Yuyun, touched it or not, it hasn't been beaten yet, it's defeated, defeated completely, even standing, standing and shouting?

He was frightened, and he was scared, but he saw that a bear was enough to make Ban Lingxian bow his head, and he couldn't make it dripping.

Today, the legend returns to Lai, the real thing, crushes the Fensheng Mirror, a sword slashes the sword, a sword mang, a sword slashes, and the library is unheard!

What is the bottom of it?

It seems to be a mystery, and it still makes a mystery.

Li Xuanyun, a alfalfa saint, let Tu Fang be afraid of himself and retreat.

Choked and said, Tu Fangzhi was frightened, and he made a lot of people to build a base mirror, and he also made the weak to practice the mirror.

Which one, the stupid one is the same as the wooden chicken, the holy cesium is sluggish, and it is difficult to breathe.

This chin is rippling, which pair of autumn scarred eyes, with a silk of silk, glanced at Zhu Yan, and then lowered his head, erected the sword, and behind his back with one palm, he sighed: "Even if you are too short of two people, what about the appearance of the Shengyuan Pavilion when you hear the destruction of the palace?" ”

For a long time, the people were silent, and they were not embarrassed, and they were not embarrassed, and they were not arrogant.

It is a word for the sin of the two words, and it is said that it is the supreme of the supreme and the supreme of the water, and the material makes it look bad.

Shengyuan Pavilion, perhaps, let it go, only Yuanyuan Pavilion!

"Save you?" Li Yun stood on the side, surveyed it, and said: "You misunderstood, even if you think about the Holy Yuan Pavilion Lu Xuan, insult it, even the Holy Yuan Pavilion Lu Xuan, and make Don't make Ke Yi unbridled pedaling." ”22

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