Smiling in the wind, the ice of hundreds of millions of light flowers on the peak of Yongbing rushes down like snow and waves, and the woman in a beautiful snow robe on the peak, the song of the immortal, reveals the face of the unstained world, and the heaven and earth are instantly discolored.

The posture of the present world of the absolutely beautiful, all things are surrendered, except for the king of the same rank, the posture of the king of the world, the heaven and the earth are about to lose their color.

The snow water is like a splash of water, the infinite melting ice and snow in the billions of light flowers that are a wonder and constantly flowing, the beautiful song of the immortal, the dancer who is happy with the Xu Feng, all her pulses are beyond the truth of heaven and earth, worthy of being the king of kings, the beauty of beauty, the martial arts of martial arts, the most (drunk) of the most (drunk).

What she danced was the "Eternal Martial Arts", the unparalleled dance of heaven and earth, the invincible martial arts of the world, the dance of the immortal people, and the majestic breath!

The silent person who came out of the net, the word god who came from the world, free, ruthless and affectionate smile, felt her excitement, her excitement was so beautiful, the beauty of breaking the road, the beauty of the reverse world, the beauty of martial arts, the infinite expectation of the autumn tide to the late sky, "the strong, the king, she is the invincible of heaven and earth, the invincible, interesting, interesting" Freedom took a deep breath, smelled the smell of the peerless peak powerhouse, and found that he was being targeted by the other party, and when he smiled, he deeply felt the breath of the highest level of the invincible realm, causing his body to exude the momentum of the authority of the vast one.

The Kalachakra King, who is also locked, is at ease, his long white hair is flying, the Kalachakra King in the air has a pair of proud eyes, a Pegasus in his palm, white wings on his back, and the long white hair that is flying is gradually getting shorter, so short that the volley stands upright, and the short-haired Kalachakra King and the Immortal Man Song are in hand.

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The whistling wind, the blowing of June has been more than half of the time, the whistling years, the terrible is not forgetfulness, the terrible is helpless, the world is helpless, killing helpless, hateful helpless, love helpless, love helpless, death helpless, stupid helpless, good and evil in one fell swoop, the whistling wind, whistling past is not me, it is everything that exists, existence is whistling by! (To be continued......