Qingyang destroyed Cang Lan and gently stretched out his hand in front of fierce Qingyang and made a note of snapping his fingers. He grabbed his shoulder and nudged him, saying, We are running out of time.
I heard the sound of destroying Cang Lan was slightly urgent, and it seemed that the hot ups and downs were very weak, but the fierce green sun still heard it, but it was even more different in my heart, but I had already launched my posture with the destruction of Cang Lan, and both of them flew quickly.
In front of them, a part of the mouth collapsed, and the mouth was dark and stiff with the beast, and the mouth was wide open. But when I saw the two teenagers no longer say a word, they flew directly into the black hole and stood upright. The ice sculpture loner just slowly put his shoulders and stumbled forward.
Seeing him bend over and pick up a hook, it has broken, and the tip has become half broken, while the other one has already broken into several pieces and is lying on the ground.
The lone traveler is like looking at a corpse. He tuts and flips the hook in his hand and sighs with regret. Why did you choose to do business with the ancient evil spirits? How terrible he is.
The lone ranger comes from behind with a trembling voice. When he comes, he is afraid to cultivate ten times higher than himself, but he always hides his strength strangely. The lone ranger’s eyes only get up the courage to stutter. What shall we do now?
What should I do? The lone traveler turned his side and looked at the broken coffin fragments with cold eyes. When he saw the blood pouring and spilling on the ground, it solidified. The red was shining with a glimmer. It was like a slow-growing vine from a distance. The tiny branches and leaves were constantly broken and gradually wound into a weathertight dead wall.
The leader gave it to me. I’ve finished it. The lone ranger turned around and squatted on the ground, breathing weakly, beside the cold mountain night clock, stroking a pet animal gently, smoothing his messy hair, and a neurotic gentle brilliance passed through his eyes, destroying Cang Lan, and reviving our little master, you damn fool. But what should I do? It’s really a draw water with a bamboo basket.
Water smoke wave to see the lone ranger this picture is really dare not say a word, Qin Tong you two people shoulder to shoulder back, white lips kept shaking.
Speaking of our dead fool, the lone ranger becomes very slow, with an extremely carefree and careless breath. When you look around, you can’t see the difference, and then you turn around a pair of bottomless Kurome. Watch the water and smoke. Be careful when they laugh. The corpse is the most ghost, and there is nothing, not necessarily when.
A cruel flash across the lone ranger’s eyes is fleeting, and the illusion is suddenly behind him.
This sentence seems to be a dark and black warning, which has aroused a thunder all night outside Hanshan League.
At this time, the two of them suddenly stopped before the thunder came too weird and almost directly pierced the bottom of my heart and couldn’t help but flush with strange limp and numb.
Destroy the surging billow blood pupil Ivylinna Lee looked up at the misty rain meaning night a muffled thunder by rolling can’t help but wrinkle their brow secretly way this ray would produce ominous.
The fierce green sun has just come from the sultry cold mountain alliance cave. It’s cold and winter outside, but it’s not too late in summer. How can a small needle-like stabbing chill keep drilling into the skin?
Alo, are you cold? Destroy Cang Lan and gently pat Qingluo back in your arms and turn her over. When you look down, you find that the little girl has fallen asleep against her chest, pale moonlight, Qingluo’s delicate face has gone with Piren, warm and shining, but it is more profound, cold and white.
She slept in the fierce Qingyang leaned in and touched Qingluo’s little head and sighed, saying, "It’s hard for this little girl."
It seems that we have been in Hanshan League for a long time, and we nodded and looked up at the edge of the night, spitting evil heat at the rolling cold wind. It was night when we came, and now it is still or it is here, just like the elegant door.
Anyway, let’s get out of here as soon as possible, and when we step into the boundary of Hanshan League, we will feel uncomfortable, and even more, we will twist our stinging necks, grab the Cang Lan and leave. We have to tell the Shenzhou League everything, and these people are not good things, especially the lone traveler.
Destroy Cang Lan’s posture and suddenly feel something. Generally, look up at the pale sky. The moonlight shines on him. It looks like singing the moon on the cliff at night. What happened to the lone wolf king?
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When I saw him talking, I didn’t look at myself. I wondered if there was any strange idea to destroy Cang Lan again. I had to touch Ba Dao, and his performance was too quiet. Anyway, this Hanshan League also destroyed most of its leaders and became like that.
How should he cry and scream is often extinguished? Cang Lan bursts into a smile, but there is the slightest smile in the blood pupil. Suddenly he jumps up and turns his slender fingers and draws a white fog in the night like a ghost.
He moved too fast and instantly fell to the ground, and the fierce green sun made a mistake. He hurriedly rushed to see the destruction of Cang Lan, which means this is.
The golden bird extinguished Cang Lan and gently waved a finger with fine feathers. The soft feathers were luxurious and golden, and they still shone a little in such a silent night.
How did a feather fierce green sun twist the feather? Look at it carefully and see if Cang Lan is extinguished. However, with a flick of Yang’s hand, it will fly into the feather, which is impacted by a stream of gas. The feather immediately whirls around in the middle to make a big wave of dissolved shadows.
Fierce Qingyang took a step back and opened his mouth slightly. This is the phantom of death.
The unique memory ability of golden bird feathers has been seen once in the Xuanzong Hall of Destiny and Windy Days. In retrospect, it is a little unclear that the fierce Qingyang has just passed the strange World War I.
See the wave in the shadow of two teenagers’ heads. Now the image is that I have seen the scene of the underworld massacre. The gray shadow of the blood vine cooperates with the former ground to roll up with the tree demon’s angry thorns, and then I don’t know where I have been like a ghost. The blood vine grows more crazily, and it can also disintegrate the strength of the surrounded people.
Destroy the surging billows, but see that several figures in the image are self-effacing in this fog. Even though they were struggling to wave their swords just a moment ago, the image gradually melted into gray hair and boiled water, and it hissed like a cold iron. It exploded into dust and flew deep into the night.
Fierce Qingyang has seen his chest and turned to see it destroyed. Cang Lan stretched out his hand and caught the slow falling and thin feather without saying a word. He couldn’t help but grind his teeth and said, have you seen it? This is the message given by the China Alliance. Let’s go.
Destroy Cang Lan or turn around without saying a word and set foot on the blood fog high. A long bloody wind of evil spirits instantly dyed the pale moon and the fierce green sun out of the corner of his eye.
This high puppet art destroys Cang Lan and raises his head in the wind to distinguish the direction by virtue of the gift of the eyes and the memory of the journey, and pulls the fierce green sun head-on to the direction of Xuanzong in the turning day. One day I will master its highest meaning.
Young people’s hearts are stirred up with an increasingly strong thirst for strength, and the earth is in urgent need of a shower after a long drought.
Fierce green sun is the way to see through the frost in Cang Lan’s eyes. His heart is also a worry, that is, in Hanshan League, he flashed his hatred for destroying Cang Lan. It seems to hate him for being evil and cold, and it seems to annoy him for being too quiet. It is a kind of hate that he can’t break his chest to see what he really wants.
Fierce Qingyang has never been so throbbing, shaking his head violently in the wind, forcing himself to wake up and gnashing his teeth mercilessly, spitting out what he wants.
Destroy Cang Lan Li’s posture, and a piece of fish white slowly diffuses from the farthest horizon, which seems to be as blurred as a dream. After all, this night is too deep and chilling as never breaking the darkness.
Fierce hearing fierce Qingyang a angered words out Cang Lan was slightly taken aback and turned to say with smile. What are you talking about?