"Mom, get the couple rolling!" Zhao Ji's violent temper was frightened, and in an instant, the palm of his hand gathered to gather the thunderbolt, stepped on the fly, and forced the ink with one palm.

This palm is swift and fast, and it is a gap between the ink and the ink of the ink and the point of the hand.

After the attack, Zhao Wei's palm swelled and swelled with a red cesium cone, and the cone made the thunder spread, and Mo Yu was not afraid, and instantly raised his palm, and a gun was crossed!

"Boom!" This palm has been slapped by the cone, which thunder cone, the palm of the ink is slammed with the spear, the palm of the ink is shaking, and the lap is leaning back, it is dangerous, but it gritted his teeth and burned with anger, and shouted violently: "Jacket"

They slapped their arms, scarred, vigorous, and fiercely slashed the tip of the spear Zhao Ji's palm, Zhao Ji's palm, Zhao Ji's flash, it shot around the palm arm, and the mighty stabbed Jue Ying's shoulder.

The four of them practiced it, and they blessed it.

A blue cesium bear, the tip of the spear surged, and shot Zhao Ji's chest.

After it, the enamel flickered, which made a tiger, this tiger roared and roared, a flutter, a stubble Zhao Ji, which one of the guns made a surge, two mighty bears entangled, Zhao Ji swooped his head to make a shock.

"What's this, guns?"

The sword is not a sword, the sword is not a sword, the gun, the gun is also a gun, and the ten thousand are all immortal.

One shot Zhiwei, let Zhao Yu dodge, and after dodging Zhizhi, he introduced enough Wei Yun, moved his palms, and followed Zhi Yi to leap into the beginning, and he slammed his head towards Mo Yushu's shoulder.

One palm is windy, the electric is scarning, the ink is squeezing, the squeak is dodging, the shoulder is burned, and the sharp pain is in the robe.

Mo Xiao flew upside down, bumped into stubble, changed cesium, and then gritted his teeth and crawled to the book?

They are really bad, and after all, they are much worse than Zhao Jiye, even if they rely on the blessing of the array, it is difficult to win.

Seeing that Mo was injured, he was anxious, and he was anxious, and he was fighting and fighting Fen Sheng.

Then he made two stubbles and cut off the body, and this stubble stood up and cut off the head, and cut off the palace three times.

They are sloppy, their eyes are sobbing, their eyes are still open, and their grievances have not disappeared.

"Ahem...... Listen to the occasion! "Mo Shushu coughed with his injuries, and he was fighting hard to find out the men of the Mo family.

It was loud and loud, and its majesty spread out: "Don't Fen Qiang, whoever cares about the waist will die by fate!" Even if you want to do it, make your waist guard Jiuyuan Mansion! Make it cold to kill the enemy! Even if the occasional companions on the side die out in battle, even if the puppet waist and the saint pay attention to the battle, after the battle, don't forget to bite it!

Kill! ”

The ink roared, trampling, the wind swept over, and it ran wildly with a sharp killing force.

Seeing this scene, the Jiuyuan Mansion was full of shock, casual, muscle expansion, and internal heat, which made it even more ignited!

Envoys, hesitated, turned to the alfalfa, and the group of men who cultivated immortals bravely attacked and tore their bodies, even if they were injured, even if they were injured and their waists were cracked, they still fought and died!

And say, the crowd is invading, the cold is shivering, trembling, where is this moment, where is the mirror to find the alfalfa mark, and the stubble is suddenly burning, and there are hundreds of millions of bloody red cesium lines, and the rain is the same, and the glycoside screen is falling, and it is instantly sprinkled with stubble.

This red line, spread to the cover, killing and shocking, which one of it, made the frightened palms and feet panic, and hurriedly staggered the body to hide from the waist.

Dry the envoy, dodge quickly, and don't pick up five enamel mirrors to avoid trouble. Ke Zhaodu's reaction is a little slower, which is a few inches, which will make the piercing holes pierce, and the internal organs will collapse.

In this short moment, the rain killed the mirror, and it scared the four of them!

Zhao Yiyi slapped the ink into the air, doubled his head to investigate, and suddenly became angry, and the alfalfa beads quickly exploded in the waist.

"Who-"

Zhao Yu roared, and suddenly looked at the wounded Mo Xuan, turned around, stared at the sativa, and stared at every smelting corner.

Zhao Yang and Yue Zhuo also made the internal tension tight.

It pouted one after another, and saw that every few breaths, a group of cultivators would disappear, and Mo Yu's wonders twitched and died.

The smoke was sprayed one after another, and a sharp blade penetrated through the throat, which was hideous, and it was miserable.

Ke envoy, it searched for the company, and actually burned to find out who it was.

Secretly attacking and killing, the oak is hidden in the same clothes, and the stinging is seeing, and the snort is perceiving.

This Fen Enamel Mirror is strong, and it is standing back to back, and it dares to fight.

It is digging inside, the more it is flustered, the more panicked it becomes, and the panic is scaring the emperor and swallowing shèngzhàn field, which one by one Mo Wei is dying out, Mo Wei is scared of the corpse, and it is falling into the abyss.

Blah, scare a wheel to scare it.

In this way, there is no trace of killing and scaring people, it is chaotic, and sooner or later the waist will be killed cleanly.

The situation is cloudy and sunny.

Yue Zhuojing was frightened and closed her eyes.

It is a sword cultivator, a sword, and a quiet sword is burning on the waist.

Don't be at a loss, but it's stubborn, alfalfa, stubble, its waist will be tight, looking for a scarf.

Trickle, weird, stubble fluttering.

Every time this breath floats to a single mile, it will kill you in an instant.

In this short period of time, this holy secret was killed, except for the enamel mirror, and the Sutra was not lost.

Yue Zhuo, slowly spraying the enamel summer spray, not a sword, but a blue cesium eagle, wings a fan, like a vast blue to a piece of cloud.

Yue Zhuo has a long sword, about five feet long, not a scar long.

This jaw, the long sword began to summon with their thoughts, and the long snake sparked the oak, biting and killing.

The long sword was suspended, Yue Zhuo held the sword, waved his palm, and turned his body, and jumped towards the void with a "whoosh". Move the hilt of the sword, and stab the sword on the side!

"Poof!" Listening to the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh and bones, a shadow appeared in the shadows, and the ethereal ethereal appeared.

Xu Yun, the slanting sun reflects the hair, a shallow coat, the chest is dyed, and the corners of the mouth are dripping.

This chin is strong and strong, and the shadow of this is lightly soaked, and it looks like a stinging squirt.

Xu Yun appeared, and Pi Yue was stabbed with a sword, and his face was stabbed, which also made him cold and piercing, and he didn't have to worry about it.

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