Han Jiuxian's face was terrifying, and he pouted coldly: "Hehe, let's die for the puppet——"

It moved its gun, poured its slap, slammed its palm, and slapped its chest on the west wind!

"Bang!"

A sound sounds, and it is like a thunderstorm!

Immediately after, listen to the sound of "click", and the ribs of the west wind are cracking!

The west wind hurts, the eyebrows are twisted, the cold is gasping, and the waist is standing at the beginning, but what is the effort!

They are really bad, they are so bad, they make up for it, they are too far behind the old Korean line, and they can't make up for it!

Mo Ninghong stubble, the alfalfa was calm, holding the cold sword, snorting coldly, stepping on it in an instant, waving the sword, and stabbing the old line of Han Han in the throat!

Han Lao Rong forced a flash, waved a gun rung, and then swept away with a spear, and Mo Ninghong shook his head.

Han Lao's line swept against Mo Ning Hong, and he regretted that it was waist-curtailed, but it retreated, this kind of felling, surveying it was chaotic, and it was not judged!

In an instant, Mo Ning Hongsi moved the flash, and the four of them were smashed, and the grasp of the crutch would break the old line of the stabbing Han.

Han Lao Line resisted on one side, regretting that it was difficult for Yifen to distinguish the strong wind whistling, it roared, the spear waved, Fen scattered the shadow of the gun, and the four of them smacked Mo Ninghong!

Mo Ning Hong's oak is a shadow, and the mist is like a formation, and the old Han line is like a sativa, and it seems that there are not a few Mo Ning Hong, and it is difficult to distinguish between the fake.

"Hide! Hide from your puppet! When is the tiger hiding? ”

Han Lao's line was broken and roared, and the spear on one side was thorny and swaying! One side of the scarf, one palm waved, one palm, one after another!

One palm print, the tiger is enough to crack the peak, and the one is broken!

Mo Ninghong still responded calmly, the oak ghost flew away, and the old Han line attack never hurt it!

The old Korean line is annoying!

"Ahh

Mo Ninghong pouted his lips in the cold, and every time he made the old line of Han feel that it was scared of the motive.

Han Lao Line Yue Laiyue is angry, Yue Laiyue is anxious!

It is strong and stubborn, and it will die in doubt! Burning this kind of alfalfa surveys the stubble of the prey, but it always catches the crutches, it's too hard to save!

Mo Ninghong regretted the old Korean line, looked at the time, Han Qi sword Jue waved, and the tip of the sword was accurate!

"Flame of fire, burn—"

"Whew-"

One line of fine convergence is the red and cesium line, and the first line is flying!

This line shot at the angry Han old line and flew into the pupils, as if the pupils were piercing the dragon!

The old Han line raised the gun to block, and the stubble stabbed them with the gun shaft, wiped the stubble, and the heat was blazing, so that the old Han line palm chopsticks held the gun!

"That's enough—"

Han Jiuxian's stubble was forbearing, he was furious, and roared: "Cover the sea and turn the soft!" 唫尨曜ㄖ——"

Boom –

The right palm of the old Han line, a piece of the palace between the chins, the convergence and compression of the mangs, repeatedly surging, the palms of the Han Dynasty are flying and flying, and the squirrels are covered with cesium scales, and the soup is solid!

This article is abused and sloppy, shaking his head and tail, his claws are shiny, and he is full of chopsticks, so that Mo Ning Hong is very guarded!

"Ice Crystal Crushing Iron Armor! Han Qi—"

Mo Ninghong retreated violently on one side, and summoned the ice crystal shattered iron armor on the other side, without this silver stubble, it defended against the explosion, and Keyi resisted the quasi-immortal mirror!

Then the lungs made the thousands of zhang of cold oak steep burning between the beginning of the surge, one by one the peaks of the tower, the scare barricades, the stubble and the stubble to intercept!

Mo Ninghong continued to retreat, and he was cold, thinking about scaring a strategy!

After Zhi, Mo Ninghong thought about the Five Holy Slayer Monster Array!

It instantly changes the illusion of the situation, and the pattern of the formation changes backwards!

This one, next to them, a piece of totem floating, five saints, the face is strange, but one by one is threatening, and the red and cesium are killed, and the nine robbers are shocked! A pair of alfalfa eyes, sparkling, cold, thorny, five kinds of blades, containing the strength of the array pattern, strange and flying......

After the Five Holy Monster Slayer Array, the Five Holy Shadow Oaks, the Tomb Array, and every time they gather the seal, the wooden sword, the snort, the painted halberd, and the silver spear!

Which one of the swans kills the sky!

It is full of helmets, flies, and the projection is towards the old Korean line.

This sudden ignition of the situation between the formations and the deceitful situation, suddenly let the old line of the Han Dynasty slam the deceit, and saw the four swords, and did not entangle it, and did not slash it, and the spirit of the evil shook the eight desolations, and the silver shot and stabbed them.

In an instant, lightning flashed, the wind roared, and the darkness inside the building, the hurricane began, and the darkness was revealed.

The ancient guys are majestic, like stubble roaring and roaring, and the strange tiger is killed, how can the red guy make a stubborn one!

At this moment, the old Han line was flooded with frenzied sluggers, roaring and curling his body, forming a round of cesium and stinging, and crazy and slamming into this Fenhu volume!

The five mighty tigers collided together, the shadows shattered, and the five holy saints collided and collided, and the jaws collapsed.

They staggered and staggered, retreating, converging the old Korean line, and their faces were squeezed.

Han Lao Line glared at Alfalfa, tyranny Sui Li, held a spear, and stabbed at Mo Ninghong, Mo Ning Honghong performed a strange attack, wanting to dodge at the waist, burning but not being embarrassed, no tiger dodged, and suddenly Han Lao Line stabbed Jue in the shoulder, and then pierced!

The spear penetrated the pipa bone of Mo Ning Hong, and Mo Ning Hong's eyes were scattered, and he was not in the middle of his lungs!

"Hehe......"

Han Jiu Han pouted, looked at his teeth, kicked Mo Ninghong, and then slammed the spear, collided with each other, and trampled on the stubble of Mo Ninghong!

"Humph! Reverse the formation? Wow! Hahaha...... Oh, with you, the ant, and thinking about winning the couple, the book egg. ∈ Eggs.?

"Knock, knock......"

"Click......"

Mo Ninghong was repeatedly crushed by the peak, and his eyes were about to crack, and he grabbed his palm, but he was not righteous at all.

One by one, the fresh water is gushing and scarfing, and Mo Ninghong's life is in danger!

Although the ice crystal shatters the iron armor, help it unload the majesty of the companions, burn the old line of the Han Dynasty, the body is full of energy, and the flesh is strong, and it can be a fairy mirror!!

"Hmph, Cong Shu is wrong with Cong Shu, you make Cong Shu make Cong Shu! Where can you hide from your puppet, and when you want to be a yarn, you will also scare you, and you will burn your puppet? Are you making a grudge against you? Ants—"

The old Korean line is abused on one side, trampled on one side, the face is sinking, and the survey makes it difficult!