In an instant, a few chicks died violently, killing several people with one arrow!

All the people raised their heads one after another, and the black shirts jumped in a row, jumping and scaring the tall trees, mastering a sharp handle, and the black ink with a black handle, and Mo Ning Hongxun moved the robe, drawing a circle of arcs, and a round wheel.

The black shirt is black, the beauty is fused, the stubble is dark and the night is dark, and the appearance is a little ethereal.

"Mo Ninghong!"

Which Bei leader Fen Shengjing chirped, not Huan Fen was frightened, listening to this word, everyone was tight, and hurriedly retreated, silencing the cicada.

"Hehe, it's still quite sloppy!"

Mo Ninghong pouted coldly, his eyes were full of murder.

"What should I do?" A group of chirps looked at each other, muttering in a loud voice, and muttering miserably.

The night road is shining, and the bear bumps into the ghost!

"How can this be so bad, run away!"

Listening to this terrorist's head, it trembled.

Lying on the stubble is slight, pushing the stubble to press the corpse, vomiting for a while, and curling up after burning, shivering, and causing harm.

"Ahem...... Yan'er ......"

The hoarse sound, the other side of the wood is cold, it has already fallen into the stubble, it is difficult to move the bullet, and the palm of the jaw is still slowly stretched, and the eagerness to look at the wood is slight, and the alfalfa wants to wear it.

"Daddy!"

Mu Xiao is still harmful, it cares about its own stubble and ragged, its hair is scattered like a mess, it makes it swoop on the wood and the cold, holding it sobbing and crying bitterly.

Mo Ning Hongqi Huai took out two bottles of pills, threw them to Mu slightly, and whispered: "Sore medicine, healing medicine." ”

Mu Xiao hurriedly poured the healing medicine, and gave Mu Tianhan a fright, and he applied the sore medicine to Mu Tianhan, and applied the stubble to Mu Tianhan's wounds, recognized it carefully, and poured it enough.

Mo Ninghong glanced at this scum of the Seven Heavens Pavilion, and said a word.

Zhu Zhi's legs trembled, it didn't slap his hands, and he listened to Mo Ninghong's words, and it was harmful enough.

"Humph! He held his head high, his makeup was ruthless, and he said in a cold voice: "What? Surveying them, making the mirror behind the mirror, even with the slugging of one of them, the beep of it is strong! Even if you look at it, it's a treasure, and if you don't do it, you still have it? ”

"To the puppet!"

The cold chirp shouted violently, stretched out his palm and pointed at Jue Mo Ninghong, and gave orders.

All the girdles took a fluke, drummed up bravely, and shouted angrily one by one!

"Kill!"

It swept through three or five groups, surrounded Mo Ninghong one after another, waving and swaying, and the terror stirred the hurricane, the torrent roared, and the museum moved.

Piercing at Mo Ninghong, chopping and splitting!

Mo Ninghong moved keenly, the lightning scar moved, bowed and bent over, and hung the stubble behind him, just in time to block the one-fold mang!

Then Mo Ninghong flew a flew, his shoulder hit the second and the other, and the snort swept away and wiped his throat!

The darkness is revealed, and Mo Ning Hongyu is back-to-back, and the lines are stinging.

The two of them were not harmed, and they were so weird that they were scared.

Mo Ninghong's ghost axe holy work, Xun Tong successively Yiqi chopsticks, Sui Li's palm, mastering the two blades, chopsticks piercing the chest, the immortal cover, the shoulders, and the arms!

"Whoosh ......"

Every time Mo Ninghong moved, he made a sound of arrows and arrows, and chopsticks were galloping.

The two ceremonial blades rubbed together, and the stool turned black, and the sound passed away.

After Mo Ninghong shuttled through the two stacks, after the body was covered with Gezhi, the stubble field was picked up in numbers, and the body was stiff and unmoving.

"Poof......

It folded its body upside down, then the back of its head rolled, its palms and arms cracked, and the corpses of five horses were dry, and each one of them died so miserably.

Wounded, ruthlessly smoothed, fresh squirting four yi, dyed red tweed, Zhi Hou Hong, which Huan Fen cut, leveling and smoothing with the Yi Yi said to make a fatal, simply sharp!

Suddenly, there are a few scares left, including which Bei is cold, and a few are scared stupid, and they are stupid, and they are stunned by the red and cesium.

Ninghong made the pan caress the smooth and bright clothes, and a drop of fresh water is not stained, and it is so clean, pure and pure that it reflects his own cheeks.

"Shhh...... Treasure of the Treasure? ”

A group of chicks clenched the three-foot-long cane, converging the remnants of the eagle beast that had been sealed with the eagle beast remnants, and felt regretful, which one of the treasures of the gods, the beginning of their fairy treasures, and the waist of the treasure!

It is a rare inscription in the dark and difficult to see in the woods.

Holding this Huanfen inscription, it suddenly felt that its palms and arms were weak, its head was scolded, its stubble trembled, and its palms were stalking, as if it was screaming and trembling!

Mo Ninghong tilted his head, leaping horizontally, and slashing!

Gathering and gathering, about 100 zhang long, like an ink wheel, swaying and swaying, bursting out, penetrating it to pick up the body, splashing, the body is torn apart, and the bones are shut!

At the same time, it was only in the palm of its hand that it was full of immortal treasures, but before it was ready, it was shattered and scrapped.

Fen Shengjing, holding the immortal treasure, Pi Zhen, Pi Yi Yi slashed!

Mo Ninghong sighed, glancing at the corpse of Huanfen, spitting and lazy surveying.

They were calm, and when the wood was slight, the wood was slightly sluggish, and the wood was slightly sluggish, and it trembled and trembled.

The face was stained red, but he forgot to wipe it.

It was stunned by Mo Ninghong, and it was not bothered by the spirit of Huanfen.

For a long time, this mile made a silence, and Shuangyi was silent, talking.

In the end, Mu was slightly slight, and finally held back his crutches, and asked: "You, what are you trying to save your puppet?" ”

Mo Ning Hongyong was a little cold, and the voice was exchanged: "I don't want to be angry, and I am used to it!" ”

At this time, Mu Tianhan's injury recovered, and he slowly opened his eyes, surveyed Mo Ninghong, calmed down, and clenched his fists: "Thank you." ”

Mo Ninghong whispered: "Seniors, the Mu family's father and children are in trouble, and even if they are angry, they will make them angry."

If you have a hatred and even kills your son, please also go to the Heavenly Spirit Divine Pavilion and stay away for a while. ”

Mu Tianhan shook his head and shook his head: "Occasionally, even if you think about participating in the struggle with the customs, even if you think about hiding in Tibet, even if you think about bringing your children, you will be a remnant." ”。

Mo Ninghong said in a deep voice: "Senior, you are looking at the stubble, where is the bear hiding?" ”

Mu Tianhan snorted: "Even if you choose to take care of it early, you will occasionally take Yan'er, where will you go." ”