There were eight whirlpools around it, and three of them were down, and a steady stream of surging swells were cursed and killed.

-- Miscellaneous soldiers flow to delay time.

"Is Ni Jingran afraid of this kind of ghost?" Wang Mule is coming.

The black-haired chick burned the slump to the whirlpool to curse the delay time, and the water dog was always so pleasant.

The storm tore apart the monsters, the thunder steamed the hair and the body, and the Canaan holy fence was very good for the miscellaneous soldiers.

The thunderstorm smacked the wind, the whirlpool curse sent the squirrels, and Wang Mu killed the squills in 780.

Autumn leaves are unpredictable and dangerous.

Moreover, when the Emperor Mu Shi Lian was relieved of the power of the Meka Er, it did not withdraw the Zhi Holy Knife Qi Ke.

The palms and arms of the scarlet squirted and moved, and the holy sword array spread around the chopsticks to cover the entire street.

Which mile is picked up, hundreds of quantities.

There are thousands of palaces, densely packed with holy weapons and clouds, and sharp blades are cold and cold, so that the warriors are frightened.

"Prepare to sip this Sakai and lie in the back garden and dig garbage." ”

Aim, retract.

The whirlpool cursed and sensed that it was dangerous, and the leak of the house happened to rain overnight, and it really didn't have much effort to defend against it.

It is trying to save the water, and the more it tries to make up for it, the more it is suitable for rebelliousness.

Without hesitation, the golden holy knife fluttered lightly.

Even the tip of the pen was held in the palm of his hand, staring at its long life.

Tens of thousands of flies, mixed with lightning, flew into the clouds.

With a light blue crumb, each of the holy vessels muttered to the common legend that Ke worshiped and admired the glory.

The saints granted the holy weapon of the holy beast, so the holy king won the victory, the eternal dragon perished and disappeared, and the scorpion annihilated the fierce tumor.

It's too beautiful, it's really beautiful...... It's okay, it's contemptuous to find a bad one! This one!

The palm of the hand bit the pen first, and then the spirit saint was extremely steady, and the music was very stable, and he watched this scene enough, for fear that he would be frightened and leave a shadow.

If you don't say that you are black, you like it.

Strange killings and killings, wantonly spreading the unique fears and rumors of each other, enjoying themselves, but also regretting and fearing.

Strange and fearful, it kills and kills.

- Who let this kind of director be a kind of director?

This Fen monster talks about how strong the Fen Monster is, and how can the enemy be too strong for the plague to spread and grow.

Kill and kill, and then set up a modern community to enlighten it, and even in turn to contain it.

If you don't have a fence, who is the same......

- Father Zhizhi.

The palm of the tool is a word that bursts out of its brain, and it is ecstatic.

“…… Father! Father Wang Mu! Great, Dian Yan! I don't think I'm burning ......."

He also raised the brush of the hand, and chiseled through the album and painted on the paper.

Horses, which piece of paper is a drawing. The gloomy and sorrowful, the stumbling and turning the black clouds, the black-haired chicks and the two kinds of intercepting and burning and burning and stinging, the group of people and the birds rising and stinging, the number of monsters, the charm of the ghosts, the different rodgers and the stinging of its feet, like a scarf for the black haired rods.

"Whew!"

The palm of the pan stood up and lifted the album.

After burning, he tore the pieces of the palace with great effort, and was crazy and happy.

"Disdainful Empress Ji Jiexin - Father Zhizhi! Ah~ Yan Zhiju is so beautiful in the final drama. The audience was very satisfied! When he finally retired, he was gone...... When you retire, you ......"

Its voice gradually deepened, and after it poured out its clothes, it became exhausted and its breath gradually weakened.

Ke casually, the palm of the curl jerked up his head and stared at him.

Hoos! It's not too much to see which Fen won't win, and where will the brakes flash!

——How to create a wonderful moment of germanium!

Tens of thousands of holy soldiers pierced the whirlpool curse, and each belt and grub were all sorts of things, impacting the whirlpool curse.

It resisted as hard as it could, cursing and making it corrupt and rotten and rotating, and it was still a trapped beast.

The whirlpool cursed Zhi Pi and Wang Mu, and then took Qi Zi to suppress the death of the camel and kill the camel with a straw.

Which one is the Holy Knife of Zhi Zhi.

"—Finish it, Gangzhi Miao."

Zeng Jing Shengjun Huangmo was on his deathbed.

Memory, Ne Ling lodged with Gangzhi's holy Ji Houzhi arrow, which once shocked Wang Mu.

Steel germanium, bending and folding, except for the appearance of art. This is the implementation of the rescue of the Zhi Holy Knife to save the Zhi Zhi attack, so that the evil cult will be killed, disappear, and the legend of the hero of the Sacred Qi Yi Xuan will sublimate the swan song.

The golden sword is distorted and elongated, and the handle of the sword is elongated, and the shape is like a weapon for throwing guns.

Wang Mu reverted to the grip, even aimed at the need to shout, stepped on the footsteps, stomped on the smash, gathered the whirlpools in his palm, and cursed the whirlpool with the whirlpool.

After burning, it ended.

And the battle is over.

The sorrow of the Purple Soul is dying and the wailing is gone.

The Holy Knife of Salvation fell down, stimulating the whirlpool of the Fen Gang Sect to scurry around and tens of millions of holy soldiers, and it was overly inflated, violent, and exploded.

The whirlpool ended in an instant, cursing a thousand slashes and slashing pain.

——————！

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The palm of the hand stared at the green eyes, ignoring the danger of stabbing and blinding, and turned his eyes to watch.

Blazing, blazing.

Wang Muqi attacked, and the autumn leaves were screaming, and Yangsheng City detonated a nuclear bomb.

The entire Cheng City, including the surrounding Fenqi Town, choked up and choked it Cheng City, and the mangs were shrouded in crutches, and the timber slowly faded in half of the Fen Zhong time.

In the dark night, it is a miracle that stops and watches the miracle on the streets.

The words of condolence describe the brilliant scene. "Have you slept in the middle of nowhere?"

"Stupid! Ah, chopsticks to take the handheld, one to shoot the hair on Twitter, thousand, thousand, ten thousand hard to meet! ”

"Huh? Ke Xiang is still charging. Why is it a handheld? ”

“…… But lying on the ground is charging. ”

On the street of Yang Sheng, the two tall men were hanging their heads and mourning, and they were not caught in the magic of shooting.

The miracle of the miraculous figurines and germanium, the Wang Mu station is dilapidated and the buildings are broken, and the islands are soothing.

The red hair is permed and the holy knife is down, and the thousands of holy weapons are gone. It is full of obsessiveness, and the torrent of Zhizhi gradually fades.

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