Luo Yu stood still in mid-air, not smiling, his face still angry. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Hai Mo Feng stepped slowly in the air, looked at Luo Yu and did not answer, but walked to Jiaxuan Mo Yan's side.

After glancing at the embarrassed Jiaxuan Mo Yan, he said slowly: "Brother Mo Yan has come all the way to look at the end of the world at this time, there must be a bustle, and I will also follow to see the bustle." ”

After that, looking at Jiaxuan Mo Yan, he raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Brother Mo Yan, how is this lively?" Pick me up too, so I can also C. ”

As soon as Hai Mofeng's words came out, Luo Yu instantly understood.

Hai Mofeng didn't know yet, but Jiaxuan Moyan came so suddenly, he must have guessed something, and he brought so many people here.

Jiaxuan Moyan is not stupid, and he understands in an instant.

At that moment, he turned his head to look at Luo Yu, frowned slightly, and did not speak for the first time.

"Brother Mo Yan?" Seeing this, Hai Mofeng spoke again, his tone full of inquiry and oppression.

Jia Xuan Mo Yan's heart turned rapidly.

If he said why, then the sea ink wind came on such a large scale today, and the people who closed his Lou Xing looked at the end of the world, and the king fell into danger.

At the same moment, Luo Yu turned his back to the sea ink wind, and the flying wind was unintentionally making a few gestures.

Today's things don't seem to be good.

Since it cannot be good, then there is no need for any reservations.

Today, she looks at the end of the world and fights it in an all-round way, and she must want Poseidon Sect and Lou Xing, and she can't come or go.

For a while, everyone didn't speak, just looked at the three people who were headed.

There was a moment of silence in the world.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and the oppression was almost suffocating.

The people of Lou Xing and the Seagod Sect and the people who look at the end of the world are like the Chu River and the Han Realm, and they are clearly distinguished.

And this is clear, as soon as you open your mouth, today is endless.

Momentum, * oppression of people.

And in this oppression, the cloud slaying the sky sitting on the top of the mountain, the ink-colored fighting spirit on his body became more and more intense, like a black ink dragon flying beside him.

Circling and whistling, faintly, there is a tendency to soar to the sky.

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A friend said that there were too many dark lines, and all the dark lines were prepared for the ending, and now I am starting to put the finishing touches on it