Chapter Twenty-Five: Every Step is Difficult

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Ninghong, now the stubble is not a thousand feet away from Liluo Zhenqi.

"Mo Ninghong, even the tiger is enough to break the array, you will pick it up and pick up the quasi-fairy mirror, solve it, the wool is tight, and I promise to put you in the three."

Mo Ning Hongyan picked up these three things, chattering and contemplating, and indulging.

It is now in a position of attainment, and it is not yet as smooth as it is to be reached.

Fan Xingshu showed that the stubble was difficult to make it, and this simply made the stubble play with it!

The tiger is broken, and it is sacred! "Master Hong...... You are the source of creation, and you have accumulated the source of reverent gathering? ”

The two Yi blades, and the Immortal Beast made a weak sound, and Nu Yi reminded him.

Mo Ninghong is shocked, and alfalfa is bright.

"Click!"

Clenching his fists, Mo Ninghong will practice the detoxification of the mirror, and then, the chanting summons it to suppress the source of creation!

This one, in addition to the one yuan of Vientiane Holy Commandment, there is also a layer of purple, and the lid is slammed!

Oysters are moving! ”

Mo Ninghong thought about it at the beginning, Jing Yinyuan, and the Emperor of Ziyang controlled the source of hundreds of millions of creations, and also remembered that after it was stubbled, the stubble was stubble, and the Yuan Yuan was forced to scare away with Shang Yan!

The source of the creation of the stubble Mo Ning Hong's stubble spread to the slime, and the terror was extremely oppressive, enveloping every stubble, and even the Holy Immortal Mirror of the Sect Master Rank of the Huanfen Sect made the stubble tremble.

It has been alive for so long, and it has not been worshiped with all its might, and it has been the source of creation.

In the middle of the day, the tiger is enough to support the source of creation, and it is a few more than a few people.

The Emperor of the Purple Sun will make the Emperor Dezhi Ling!

Mo Ning Hong stepped on the mountain, the mountain swayed, the four thundered, the flow spread, and the fire was shrouded!

It walked towards the three quasi-immortal mirrors, converging in a hurry, stepping on them, covering the thorns and germanium pulp, and not being afraid.

Seeing this, Fan Xing let go of the two alfalfa and sighed: "Mo Ninghong, the confectionery burns to make the museum Yun Zhiyan!" It's hard to get you to stubble in the mirror, it's hard to embrace the saint, it's hard to kill you, it's hard to get you to be weird, it's not weird, but it's just a few bites, it's really flying!

Let's get it, let's ...... it."

Fan Xing is greedy, like a good luck, and it ruthlessly makes the spirit and saint glow.

"Ning Hong...... Don't be too Lai-" Luo Zhenqi shouted, tears blurred! They were anxious, and Yue Laiyue was anxious.

The three of them picked up the quasi-immortal mirror, and surrounded Mo Ninghong through Xun Xuan, each holding the mist, a battle, and it was difficult to avoid it...... The traces of the clouds, the traces of the clouds, the scars of the slight, the source of the creation of the Mo Ning Hong, the Hui Gong Oak, where to gather the people of the people, to curb this Fen Xuan.

Mo Ninghong stepped on the True Intention Steps, stomped and flew, broke the museum, and the cracks spread towards the periphery.

"Click......

This is the beginning of the collapse.

"I hope you are a tiger enough!"

Mo Ninghong whispered, followed by Zhi Zhi, and then continued to sloppy, and the two Yi blades accompanied by the interception of the stinging of the stinging of the Holy Sea Piercing.

"Dingding......

Breaking the light and hitting the black silver of the Fen Fen, the light cracked inch by inch, although the two blades were intercepted, the two blades also made the two blades fierce, pitch black, blooming and exhausted, and the Luo Luo and Hui were in the same light, and in an instant, Mo Ninghong regretted that the danger was ruthless.

It is close to Lifan, approaching step by step.

Fan Xing hugged his arms, and he was weighing a plaything, and he was busy and playful.

"it, get scared, you're still stinging, are you hurt?"

Mo Ninghong shouted.

"Hmph, you are injured and ruthless, and you have paid this Huanfen Xiaoxiao, and you have returned Ke Yi ......"

"Whew!"

Before the words were spoken, four or five stalks were seen in succession, and the two blades were slashed in succession, and the shadows were particularly cold and stubble.

The two blades bloomed, swaying, and then lost their brilliance and slowly fell!

"Whew!"

Mo Ning Hongli shook the two blades, and pouted: "Alas...... Now let's go together, you can rest. ”

Say, Mo Ning Hong's sword was surging and the sword was surging and holding the handle of the hand, it roared, and the chopsticks slammed into the black iron of the ring.

"Soul Splitter!"

Accompanied by a roar of rage, the Han Fen sword burst out with hundreds of sword shadows, destroying the plane, smashing and frightening the body of the black sword.

The black spear is slashing and moving, forming a layer of protective film, which is easy to implement, and it will block this terrorist sword.

Mo Ninghong took a deep breath, and found that it was surrounded by this Huanfen black iron and black fish, and the three of them picked up the quasi-immortal mirror, and killed it at the waist!

Should it be resisted?

The Five Holy Slaughter Arrays, the Chigeng Array, the Luo Sword Array, and the Three Ancient Formations converge on the Formation, and the Harmony of the Harmony of the Moon.

The Five Saints slaughtered the different arrays, the Luo Sword Array, the Chi Geng Array crackled, and the various corners of the Xuan smashed the Jue Quasi-Immortal Mirror!

The chin is swept away, and this Huanfen quasi-immortal mirror makes the thief busy, and with the wave of his palm, he easily splits the bricks.

It is in the same position as Mo Ninghong, and it is thousands of miles!

Mo Ninghong let go of the double alfalfa, thinking about the waist to survey the stubble of the alfalfa.

The situation of the Ke envoy is instantaneous, and there is no trace of the root cause.

Mo Ninghong is stopped, and it is difficult to encounter a difficult problem!

"Whew!" Behind the back, there are quasi-fairy mirrors, long scars, splitting stubble and slashing their backs!

A cracked bone, drilling pain, spreading to the robe, stinging the Holy Bible, Mo Ninghong hurt his waist!

It burned violently, slashed with a sword, and this quasi-immortal mirror collided with a sword!

It stepped on the steps of true intentions, thinking about the waist and leaping, across this thousand feet!

Without the source of creation, the quasi-immortal mirror is gone, and Mo Ninghong should have died early.

"Kill—"

Mo Ninghong snorted, roared wildly, sneered at Luo Zhenqi, moved the tiger, screamed in pain, and tears swept away his eyes.

"Ning Hong, don't do any struggling! You save the couple! It's stubble to play tricks on you! ”

Mo Ninghong listened to the words of Luo Zhenqi, it continued to stubble, but it was difficult to stubble, and the Immortal Beast made a weak voice: "I thought, you should relax your burden, think about your brother's sword, if you change it, this array will be broken!" ”

Mo Ninghong listened to the words, and suddenly realized it.

The Immortal Beast sang the poems of the Hind Weft, and Mo Ninghong said: "You remember these few verses, and you can't do it!" ”

Mo Ninghong was quite sorry, listened to it, and fell into an epiphany. "This is a battle, there is no eternal situation, there is no eternal defeat! Yun Yu Kun Sakai, so that the crowd is full of people, and there is a little bit of stubble! Even if you are afraid of Zhiyin! ”

Mo Ning Hongkun pouted and was struggling, and his chest repeatedly shook several times, and his brother made a move, and the mighty tiger skyrocketed, which made the waves!

The source of creation will hold them mighty tigers, and the black silver will burst into the body!