can make up for it, touch and make up for it, but it is like a thief moat, blocking the eyes of the public and pressing the hearts of the people.

Dong Linyun pondered for a moment, took a robe, walked down to the front of the line, shook his hand, and threw it towards Shang Fang, who had already died. After the robe was lost, it was agitated by the energy, and then the empty seed was laid open, and it spun and flew over.

The crowd recognized that their eyes were bright, and Ma Shang understood the intention of the east of the clouds, and he admired Xiang Fei and then took a robe in the air. According to the burning of every and any sound, even the head of the four masters, the mind of the slightest reservation to put the place, only to make the feeling of a trace of gentle breath, take a robe and then empty to take it into two pieces, after the burning of the back of the fluttering, shaking and slowly falling.

"It seems that it is only in various places!" Wang Jingnan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said slowly.

But the words of the earth have just fallen, and the moment the truncated robe is about to hit the ground, it seems to be carried up by a breeze, and floats a distance of about a foot in front of it, and after it burns, it makes the scalp numb again.

Take the two pieces of robes fluttering, as if they were being cut indiscriminately by some angry little girl with scissors, and then everyone recognized and looked at them incredulously, piece by piece, into silk, into wisps, into pieces.

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Silence, oppressive silence to the extreme, the light of the torch ground swayed, so that the face of the public recognition was worthy of the light and darkness, and the recognition looked at each other, even breathing, trembling and consciously becoming much lighter. It seems to be able to devour all the dark seeds, and the bloodthirsty devils, so that everyone dares to be alarmed.

Dong Linyun's face turned pale and pale, but every time he was afraid, he took a few pieces of clothes from the ring again, his hands shook and stopped, and threw them forward, and countless clothes seemed to make people recognize each place, and flew towards the abyss merchant side one after another.

For a time, the silence was incomparable, and finally the sound of the hair was made to be heard, and the sound of thanksgiving was torn apart, dense, crisp, as if it had been a long time, but it only made a blink of an eye, and the clothes of Naxie were accidentally turned into fragments, as if the colorful snow was falling and falling, reflecting the coldness of the hearts of the people.

Donglin Yunwei continued, but slowly closed his eyes, and his divine thoughts slowly advanced towards the front, as if he was only moving forward in the mire, and the speed of his divine thoughts was very slow. The thoughts scattered in a thread, and then the dark door floated, searching.

It's down, it's finally down, Naxie can make up for the wind with the naked eye, and then observe it with a mind, as if it makes a thief and thief shine brightly, dazzling, so that the recognition of the supplement dares to look directly. Sharp, decisive, a trace of divine thought was cut by the light, and then cut, and the mind seemed to be scraped with countless blades, and the severe pain made Donglinyundi's face pale.

It can make its expression but excited, it feels down, and it takes the knife, countless knives. Xie Daomang wandered in the dark, lonely and resolute, sharp and indifferent. How can there be so many emotions in the east, but the east is clear and clear, and the sword seems to have made up for the light of every life, and the life of one and each is alive and cold, and they tell again, roar again, and attack again.

Chopping, piercing, wrapping, wrapping, each knife trembles to hold clearly, slowly, clearly, and moves with a mind but still can't dodge. It's as if a huge mountain is collapsing towards you, very slowly, and you still can't dodge, no matter how hard you try to escape, or deep in your arms to block it, it won't help.

"What kind of sword technique can Ju Ran make the breath last for tens of thousands of years, and it is still so powerful? When he first cut down the ground with a knife, how amazing was its power?"

"Dong Zhangmen, what did you find?" Sima Hong was concerned about the east of the clouds, and asked the thief softly.

"Make a knife, a peerless powerhouse will only leave countless knives after a knife, and it will be dispersed for ten thousand years!"

After all, now in addition to the explanation of the east Linyun to mention the place, the other recognition can also find something! Make up for the explanations of the east Linyun, many people have already retreated, and the danger of this trip has been beyond their expectations, although the burning has only killed another disciple for the time being, it can make the public recognize the thief, even if it makes more people who die more, they can't solve the thief level in front of them, and they have already understood beyond the place.

The hand-planted weapon uses the power of the Xuan to release the invisible breath, so that the Shenhai realm begins to be a compulsory course, and when the burning is replenished, the recognition and shaking can be done, and it must be worthy of the characteristics of the exercises. The sword cultivator may have a significant advantage in terms of land. With the sword qi and sword qi, it is absolutely formless and colorless, and the degree of divine thought cultivation is also able to induce the breath to be inverted. It can make the breath of Xie put it away, no matter whether the result can be recognized or not, the final result will also dissipate and then the vast world is only planted, and the retention time is very short.

But the east Linyun said at this moment, with the dark moat drifting away from the earth's wind, so that thousands of years ago, the strong people waved their swords everywhere, experienced the erosion of the years, and could still be powerful, so how could they fight?

"Let's investigate Zhao Wei again, maybe my judgment is wrong, I hope to ban a class of things, and thank you for the hope of resolving the war. If I had expected to do the right thing, I'm afraid I'd really have to return in vain!" Dong Linyun sighed and shook his head gently. This time into the ancient inheritance, a strange aura shrouded the hearts of the people, although the burning and every time something earth-shattering happened, only the dead disciples of Xing'anmen, but everyone recognized that every time they stole the wine, they felt that this trip was very dangerous.

"Okay, that's the only way to do it!" Wang Jingnan sighed deeply and arranged for his disciples to disperse and explore. And in front of him to fill the distance to take a line, although it burns invisible, but it is the most non-fatal, and he does not dare to approach in the slightest.

Dong Linyun worked hard to recover his divine thoughts, and it always felt that taking countless scattered ground swords seemed to be inexplicably connected with itself, although every time he cut off his divine thoughts, shaking would make it like a lightning strike, and its mind would turn over the river and the sea. But every time it was cut off, it trembled and felt that the divine thought and the sword of Nashek seemed to establish some kind of connection.

"There are also holes in the middle!" "One of the voices of surprise came from the dark gate in the distance, and the disciples of the Yang Bing Sect were standing with a surprised face, and then they had just recognized the entrance of Qi Mountain, waving their arms towards the people.