Fierce Qingyang turned sharply, and just as he was eager to use a sword to deal with the two-sided offensive, he saw that the helper had a nightmare of black fog, and the road flyover screamed in pain and flew back like a fire. Everyone did not consider that the black fog in Wei’s hand was crazy, and it was generally beaten and eaten by tiny insects.
Don’t be distracted. I don’t know what’s going on, but suddenly I listen to it, and then I die. When I have a cold drink, I quickly get back to my mind. Together with the snow show, people in the underworld want to leave, and suddenly I am stared at by the fierce Qingyang again, and I dare not move immediately.
Destroy the surging billows, divide several silvers into hands, and dance with thousands of deadly snakes, tread the wind, fly feet, breathe lotus flower and spew flames. On his right hand side are the four bronze giant plates, and the road flyover holds up the nightmare. Hearing the sharp whips and whipping the flesh, the four men suddenly screamed with one arm and were pinched.
The silver thread on the left hand of Cang Lan has already penetrated into the other side of the nightmare, and all the human bodies are scrambling to pierce their flesh and blood. The same number of poisonous snakes are desperately drilling into the wet ground hole, and both sides suddenly explode and scream. At the same time, the warm sword wind swept in and rowed like a roar. The fierce wind was the fierce Qingyang, which launched a thousand miles frost offensive.
But the two teenagers forced the strength of the underworld to make a sword platform for a while, and the evil force swept across the sword light, and the nightmare said that all the people’s snow was so unique that they couldn’t drill a trace of looking for a counterattack. Suddenly, they listened to several stacks of screams and saw the people who wanted to hold the black fog and rush to the fierce Qingyang nightmare to take off. The sky was bloody and scattered, and the meat was flying around.
To destroy the surging billow silver wire has worn through their bodies, and several accomplices around them have been sprayed with flesh and blood without evading, shouting with fear, flying to retreat and not defending themselves, and the silver wire has been desperately stabbing the meridians.
After drinking Cang Lan’s hands, he jerked them to form a slightly crossed shape, and pulled the people from both sides of the underworld to one place, so that the collision point between the two sides could be heard in an instant, screaming and screaming, and the nightmare at both hands was dragged and hit by him. The skull collided and the bone fracture sound was in the ear.
Destroy the surging billows without looking at the revolving body and flying to the huge bronze plate that crashed to the ground. See Jiang Chuqing’s height, hold it up like Yushu and be arched by the gale, and see that the huge plate will hit the fractured ground together.
Destroy the surging billows and whizzed through a crack in the bronze platter ground. The silver wire in the hand flew wildly and danced wildly, and the gas strength suddenly rushed to the top of the platter. Just let a small piece of destroy the surging billows immediately reverse and rush to kick the platter and pick up Jiang Chuqing.
Jiang Chuqing’s soft and fragrant body fell softly in the arms of Cang Lan, but the same piece of soft jade was unusually cold and weak. One arm of Cang Lan protected the girl’s body, and the silver in her hand slammed and a storm broke out. The bronze platter was hit by a semi-stroke, reversing a huge shadow and rushing to the underworld over there.
The blue sound of Qingyang is faster than that of a giant dish flying upside down and windy. When Qingyang’s ear roars slightly, he can know the eye situation. Holding a thousand miles of frost backhand, he flies up like a flash on his side.
It didn’t take a moment for the bronze platter to roar almost against the soles of the feet of the fierce green sun. At once, it crashed into a flying blood fog and screamed. Most of the people in the underworld were smashed head-on, and their skulls were cut off. The instantaneous hole was a crazy whirling black lotus, which rushed backwards and dragged a piece of blood into the sky.
Ah, Xue Duxiu is single, but she is also covered in blood and screams. She not only covers her but also breaks her flesh and blood. Her head shakes repeatedly. These two bastards.
Fierce green sun spits on his lips, green magic blood wipes his lips, and a few steps fly out of Canglan’s side, so he quickly presses his arm to see if Jiang Chuqing Canglan is okay.
Well, I squinted slightly, turned my back gently, and the breath at the gate of the dark tide was weak, but I was still alive.
Hulie Qingyang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and all the hot breath was sprayed on the ruined Cang Lan arm. Otherwise, how could you talk to Jiang’s predecessors?
Destroy Cang Lan smiled and backhand slapped the back of your hand hard on the fierce green sun. Don’t pant at me so hard. Don’t relax.
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Also fierce Qingyang shoulders a pretty immediately Yang Jian specified in the screaming snow Duxiu sneered at him? What is there to be nervous about? Just give me three strokes to make sure he lives.
He’s a black lotus protector. Have you forgotten that it seems that the fierce green sun endowed by the thousands of miles of frost is so hot and enthusiastic that it can blind his wisdom? It is clear that he can ignore the fact that Cang Lan can’t help but pick his eyebrows and say that the black lotus can re-fill his broken head, which shows that he is immortal for a while.
This fierce green sun has been flying for several steps, stepping on the fierce light in the middle and nodding, then you just said.
Destroy the surging billow and gently hook a finger to indicate that the fierce Qingyang will come back and change hands and push Jiang Chuqing into his arms, staring at the young man’s slightly one leng stiff face. The familiar smell is getting stronger and stronger. You protect Jiang Chuqing.
Hey, the fierce green sun saw Cang Lan’s blood swept away, turned and ran directly to the mouth of the casting sword, pulled a distance, stood back to the stand and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and cried, What’s going on?
Destroy Cang Lan’s side face slightly and raise my hand slightly, and make a move. Its shape is aggressive and cruel and gentle, which makes fierce Qingyang stare at the moment and stop talking.
Destroy Cang Lan and stare at the dark surge in a blink of an eye. It seems to be gray and dark red. Light and shadow are desperately squeezing the darkness, and it goes into the eardrum like boiling a thick liquid.
Here comes the destruction of Cang Lan’s knowledge, stretching to the limit, giving out a radiant demon’s different blood light, and at the same time, swinging a piece of true qi and sweeping a large flame, twisting the body and flying up in a slightly dragon-shaped crazy spin around the body.
There was a violent collision, and it almost shook the whole world with a bang, and the zenith of the sword casting platform was torn off. The ground was even more dusty, and the surging billows were dying out. I felt my body was firmly in the air and my body sank with this collapse. I immediately gnashed my teeth, crossed my arms, picked up my strange fingers, and instigated the lotus flower fire dragon to hold him firmly in the middle.
And set up a sword to protect the body, and the fierce green sun opened his eyes wide. He stood a few steps away from the side of Canglan and marveled at the wind, but when he saw a sharp cold light breaking and almost tearing the ethereal world, the metaphysical darkness collided with the Canglan fire dragon.
Destroy the surging billows and feel the whole body shaking. Suddenly, the right hand holds the paw and instantly gathers a rotating magic light to turn over the palm, which rapidly expands and forms a flash.
The evil energy is unique, and the blood dragon drinks out Cang Lan’s disease, and the chanting tactic is the same as the death warrant shura, spewing out a piece of the broken light and crashing to the limit, and at the same time struggling to wave his right arm and fling the blood light, rushing like the tide.
The demon knife dances wildly and the blood overflows the rose. It’s almost the same rhythm as the tactic of destroying Cang Lan. It’s extremely rare. The demon Ling Chong rises to the tip and moves the strange tactic. The sharp cold mountain instantly grows several times to form a huge egg-like arc and suddenly bursts into cracks, counting blood-red petals from it.
Earth-shattering sharp biting and chopping will destroy the blood stains of Cang Lan’s eardrum. Those petals are all sharp teeth, and they are madly biting the blood phosgene all the way.
However, when the surging billows are destroyed and the evil cold is spat out, one foot pushes himself up, and his hands push him together, and he is constantly satisfied with his strength. Like holding thousands of waves in his arms, he will keep the lotus flower spinning back to the most pure and dazzling lotus flower and spin it into a lift circle, while the palm will quickly set up another wave of offensive.
However, the cold mountain carrying the same ghost crying wind suddenly approached as if it were pushed by something, and the speed was ten times faster than the speed of destroying Cang Lan’s condensed magic light. When Cang Lan was shocked, he couldn’t finish the gas in his synthetic hand and immediately left his right hand to fly, but the cold light suddenly hit the central light and shadow without leaving a gap.