Mo Ninghong was so thoughtful that he couldn't even burn it.

Also, Thunder God's Breath, what organization is being used? Qingyuan Pavilion Lu Xuan, Baichuan Pavilion Lu Xuan!

And don't let this cloud shack Sakai shackles them so hard, mumble!

The thunder god rests on the master, and every one of them is like a tiger and a tiger.

With the wind, thinking will make you extremely angry.

Mo Ning Hongwei is interested, Yue Laiyue is strong, and it is forbidden to think about it with the wind.

Ling Yue told it that this Suifeng Gongzi invited it to join the thunder mountain, and it would be good or bad to do it.

The second step is to march and fight, and it is a lonely and deep peak.

Zhuang is not allowed to be blind, deaf and dumb.

Mo Ninghong didn't think about it, maybe it was going to make the prince of the wind ruin and be a slave. With the wind, Yu Fei's personality is distorted?

There is a peak village, the tiger is enough to live this mile of storage, and the prince of Lingyue is gone, and the girl Lingyue is missing.

From the perspective of Ling Ke, Ling Yue's stubble is stubble with the wind, and she is scarred.

This Huanfen thought about it, and Du Pi retained, Mo Ninghong followed Ling Yue's expedition, and after nine bends and eight bends, the oak made the maze like this, and the whole time the wood was on the wind and the princess was on a hard foot.

Entering the hall, you can see the layout of this mile, pick up the Fen Shen Ya, there are no carved beams and painted buildings, and the ancient wooden palace is made.

Healing, not a fan of light yarn, deep and shallow, just in time for Keyi to cover a messy face.

After the light Shazhi, the wooden chair is like a shadow, vague, and the stubble is leisurely dragging the piano.

The sound of the piano is elegant and solemn, and Keyi will follow the wind and the lonely mirror of the princess.

Mo Ninghong hugged his fists: "Stubble scared Mo Ninghong, thinking about the princess with the wind, he actually made Yu Shengtong wide, pecked and changed his surname, Qiao pretended to be pretended, and he was scared to hide it, and he actually burned and concealed it." ”

"Occasional ......"

With the wind, the gong and the son are burning, and the burning sound is oak, but the oak makes the shuttle stubble and stone walls, and the double sound array, like a thousand miles of sound, it is turbulent, but close to the stubble.

Mo Ninghong choked on the strange voice, this kind of voice, the oak made a thousand people to speak.

Xuan Zhi Xuan Xuan.

Mo Ning Honghong said calmly: "The princess of the wind will call the couple too much, don't you want to be you?" ”

The prince of the wind said: "You burn your waist to hide your parts, you burn your waist and disguise your oak, although you burn your voice, wear your tools, change your quality, change your formation, make an envoy, you suck Mo Ninghong, you don't have a common point, you make a waste of Zhi's body."

Even Ke Yi helps you, mends the sea, although this kind of immortal thing is hard to find, and the puppet is not good! ”

Mo Ninghong was stunned, and his eyes trembled slightly...... Mo Ninghong was silent for a long time, and slowly sighed: "You, the waist puppet?" ”

This makes it ponder the problem for a long time, this Fengzhuang, Wei Wei Lei Dang Mountain, this holy mystery, nicknamed Sui Feng Gongxiao, this Lei Dang Mountain, there is no group of disabled people, and the Oak Envoy controls the immortals.

Talking about the elephant, following the wind, and muttering makes a jubilee be nosy.

In the present day, the prince of the wind actually burned his waist to help it, and returned his waist to give it the opportunity to ask for a dream!

What does this mean?

What?

In three words, the Oak Monster Curse shrouded Mo Ninghong's head.

Sui Feng Gongzi said: "Mo Ninghong, you must be suspicious, you will do a piece of Yun Yun Sakai Leaf will be a lot of trouble."

You have broken through the Daoyun Pavilion Nine Layer, and you have a general understanding of what the concept is.

If you don't get rid of it, you will be evil, you will not be a tiger, and in the era of suppression, which one will make you!

Occasional stubble begging, even stubble asking for a stubble, even stubble Xi's journey is too dry and lonely, even thinking about himself, looking for a palm, putting alfalfa Yun Sakai, like a stubble, you are not qualified.

Even if you are slapped in the palm of your hand, you are weak, and you are even thinking about giving you a fairness.

You need to repay with your waist, repay with your waist, and make you strong!

It's scared! ”

The princess of the wind said that he was a commissar and a tyrant.

This tone seems to be like a scare to the generals.

Mo Ninghong, the envoy is not qualified to be their palm.

A prince who goes with the wind makes a strange thing.

This is weird.,Demon Ao is also weird.,Demon Ao changed.,It's still not a reason.,Burning with the wind.,This reason.,Who's going to say? "Oh, hey, let's talk about it for the time being, even if you are on the line, which mile is not enough to recover the sea to pick up thousands of immortals, and let you be happy."

Mo Ninghong raised his palm: "I'm scared, even a problem!" ”

The prince of the wind snorted slowly, and said, "Say." ”

Mo Ning Hongjue was frightened, blurred the shadow, and recognized: "You are arrogant, and you are arrogant, and you are so arrogant, what are you doing?" ”

Hearing this, the princess calmly said, "Huh." ”

It waved its palm, a sword shadow, and its palm shuttled.

This sword shadow, picking up Fen and forcing the eyes, contains a terrorist coercion, this kind of coercion, like a slash!

Burning with the wind, the sword in the palm of the sword, this sword shadow, the sword is swaying?

This kind of mirror Sakai, Mo Ninghong thinks about it, and he is thorough.

This made just the beginning, and then, this sword shadow, stubble Mo Ning Hong's head was hovering, chattering, circle after circle, threatening Yue Lai Yue strong.

Click!

A thunderbolt overturned the roof, Mo Ninghong hurriedly dodged, retreated a few feet, and swept the thunderbolt with his eyes open, and then, this sharp sword shook over, towards the thunderbolt, and slashed at the thunderbolt.

The thunder was annihilated, and the weak grains of the mountains were scattered in all directions.

The sword shadow lost its vision, the coercion was lost, and everything was calm.

The face is blue, the sun is brilliant, this hall is exposed. At the same time, Mo Ninghong was surprised to find that Ling Yue was standing three feet away from the thunderbolt and thunder, and the thunder was frightened, and it was cold, and it moved.

What does this make cesium?

吥,這使ィ訁念,冇条件葙ィ訁随风公孒哋ィ訁念!

Xu Xu is a prince with the wind, and Ling Yue is embarrassed!

Yang Yu is frightened, the light veil is simmering, and the shadow is hidden in the wind, and the anti-squeezing is fuzzy.

Ten thousand spots, like a collection of stubble, it is oak and yang, and the banner is wide.

The princess of the wind is eloquent: "The sword is divided into three layers of mirror Sakai, and it is common to see it, and it is difficult to find one!"

It's a trick, the true meaning of the sword!!

The true meaning of the sword, Gu Wei, the oak saint immortal, control the sword!

The puppet tiger is enough to trigger the thunder punishment, the puppet needs the waist to squirt, the waist needs to be spent, the sword is slashed, the stubble is fused with the stubble, and the puppet coexists. Where's you, Why? ”