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The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, the four brothers, the white clothes and the flash figure are in front of the magic wind.
A few months, the magic saw four people Zheng, and the eyes flashed with machetes and attacked them.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the philosophy, the wind, the thin lips, the hook, and the corners of the mouth bloom with a cold sneer. The body sends out the gas and brushes a treasure scabbard. The light sunshine of the sword reflects the chill of the people and flies against several magic weapons.
Ghost, you go and help Chen.
Cold curved looking at the night with Su Yuanhang seems to be tied up by each other’s strange moves. Xiu Mei puckered up and ordered lightly toward the ghost who spent a night behind him.
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The three of them should get up and the figure seems to flash towards the lawn and fly away. The night soul and the night charm fall around the night. Brush two swords and magic machetes, and the sound is crisp and clear. It seems that sparks can be seen splashing.
The last one fell beside Su Yuanhang, and he fought side by side. Half a silver mask flashed strangely in the bright sunshine, and the brown pupil was slightly narrowed and violent.
Priest, you come back with us. The four-man magic hand said to the wind magic.
Hum, you can’t take away the priest’s adult. The cold eyes said coldly to the magic speaker, Ink Pupil.
Who are you talking about? The magic weapon has a more domineering brow than other magic weapons. It seems that he is the leader of these magic weapons.
You don’t know who we are, but you can’t if you want to take the priest away.
Feng Che said that the sword waved even more mercilessly. This group called magic root is a group of royal lackeys who specialize in doing some bad things.
Priest, we have to take it away
The leader of the magic weapon also got cold eyes, and the breath of rage and killing swept over the sky. This time, it is necessary to bring the priest back, whether he is alive or dead, he must be brought back.
Back to the priest, regardless of life or death, he ordered the other magic soldiers
Is dozens of magic replied macro ring echoed in the valley.
Leng Tingyi, a fierce character, watched the two sides fight and flashed a tree in their cold eyes.
I’ll help uncle Shi
Cold flute, you see more than a dozen magic soldiers besieging Su Yuanhang. One person’s elegance eyebrows are twisted, and the white figure is ghostly.
Flute son should be careful. Leng Peiyuan told him to watch his son join the war circle.
They don’t give up.
Magic wind clear eye pupil looked at the group of people muttered, whether dead or alive will bring yourself back to the moon?
Falling leaves, knives, swords and shadows, weapons hitting the crisp sound, like a messy music playing in the valley.
The skill of both sides is not weak. Although Su Yuanhang had been caught by each other’s strange tricks, after a while, they saw the flaw from it. The magic of Yuechen was gradually in the wind, and another magic was stabbed in the arm. The faint scent of blood filled the air.
The magic leader’s eyebrows screwed up tightly and felt that this group of people was tough. Although he didn’t know where the priest knew this group of people, he wanted this group of people for nothing. When they could not successfully take the priest away, the wind narrowed their eyes and started thinking about how to take the priest away smoothly. Suddenly, when they caught a glimpse of the little boy hiding behind, they had an idea. A wave of hands waved and waved a trick, and the figure quickly passed over the cold bend. When people landed, the star had already landed in his hand.
Stop it, or I’ll kill the child, and he said coldly with his hand on the star.
Chapter one hundred and forty-two Carry
Stop it or I’ll kill this kid.
Hand holding the star said coldly
Xinger
Su Yuanhang suddenly turned around when he heard his words, but he saw that Starling was pinched by this man with big eyes.
Let the stars fly
Su Yuanhang roar loud a figure flew past and fell beside cold and curved people, such as a remnant in the night, pointing a sword at several magic brothers, Feng Che, and staring at the magic in front of him.