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By No Crying Out In The Face Of The Dao
Su Bai and others looked at it one by one. Where did this come from?
"Which film is this idiot director?" Looking for such a woman is not to pull down the whole game's grades a lot? ”
Looking at the five big three thick women, Su Bai couldn't help but twitch.
The other three temperament images are full marks, and the result is a wonderful one, and even the other three people are pulled down in an instant.
"But this woman is so beautiful, the temperament is top!"
Su Bo swallowed his throat and thought about some anecdotes. In his opinion, this actress who debuted a debut would spend a hundred thousand to get a kiss.
"I only have one sword and only one sword!"
The sky looked at Gao Song seriously, the whole person is like an unseen ancient sword!
Please
The sorghum look is dignified, and the people of Cangjia are single-passed from generation to generation. One person is a giant!
The people of Cangjia are all a group of real madmen in Gaochun! For the sword, die for the sword!
The trick of a bad street is to become a must-kill for the Cang family! A sword is light in the world!
For the first time, Gao Hao took it seriously and slowly pulled out an ancient sword with a little blue light!
The sword is three feet long, and the dragon is the hilt, and the sword is the sword!
The blade is hollow, until the tip of the sword is sharp, extremely sharp!
The slow extraction of the sword is as cautious as treating the lover, and the cold sword is pressing. This is such an ordinary sword. There is no decorative thing on the black sword.
This may be a sword forged for killing. Even if it is so far away, the sorghum can feel the murderousness of the sword.
The sword of the sky is so dazzling, there is a trace of invisible lines on the blade, which can minimize the resistance of the sword when it comes into contact with the air!
The cold ice of the ancient times is full of deep loneliness, and the cold sword light is like a beast that devours life!
Bei Feng is also serious. Although these two people have no threat to themselves, Bei Feng has to admit that he is not an opponent of the two under the same realm!
"Good ideas, good faith!"
Looking at the sky, Bei Feng was silent and asked himself if he could do the same as the sky.
"I can't do it. The weapon is just a tool in my eyes. How can I love the tool more than I love myself?"
Bei Feng shook his head and was still envious of the sky. It was just that the difference was not the same, but it did not affect the appreciation of Bei Feng.
This kind of conviction and pure people, no matter which line they enter, can be successful!
People do not practice the sword first, and the sword points to the heart.
Like a meteor, Jianmang has never been awake!
Can't describe how fast this sword is! The body of the sky seems to be moving, and it seems to have not moved.
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The sound of a squirting sound is so sweet and pleasant, and no one is smelling!
"I lost!"
The sky looked at the sorghum deeply, as if to remember the look of the sorghum, and then walked toward the temple step by step.
"Hey! Hey! ”
Drops of blood on the bluestone plate, split and burst into a flower of blood.
"Fast sword!"
Gao Qilian retired seven or eight steps. After stopping the retreat, he watched his hand holding the sword. The tiger's mouth had cracked open, and a drop of blood kept falling.
What happened Is this over? ”
A group of young people can't touch their minds, and feel that this test is completely incomprehensible.
"Has the sword just now?"
A group of younger generations were confused, and asked other people, and found that other people are also confused.
"After life is awesome!"
A Grandmaster lamented that the younger generations didn't see it clearly, but the Grandmaster himself could see it clearly. It was just that he could understand it, so he couldn't help but sigh.
The sword of the sky is so fast that it surpasses the speed of the sound. After the sword is pulled out and retracted, all the talents hear the sword!
But this is a stunning sword, but it was blocked by the sorghum!
The Grandmaster at the scene was everywhere, and asked himself if he could block the sword.
Just a little thought, in an instant, there is a Grandmaster face black, can not stop!
The other 50% Grandmaster's face is also not good-looking. The frontal battle can still be blocked, or it can be avoided, but if it is attacked, it will not respond.
It's just a descendant of half a step Grandmaster, but it's already able to whip with your own wrench.
"The Cang family and Gao Jia really came out of Qilin. The two younger generations grew up, fearing that there would be nothing like our old fellow."
The crowd complimented the Grandmaster and the Grandmaster of the Cang family.
"Is that fake now?"
Su Bai swallowed his throat and swallowed his head and asked Wu Xiaoli.
应该It should be fake. ”
Wu Xiaoli is stiff, and she is unsure of herself.
Although the sword was not facing himself and others, Su Bai had a illusion that the sword was stabbing himself.
The back has been wet by cold sweat. Asking Wu Xiaoli is just to alleviate the depression in that heart.
Two people in the field retired, and Gu Lan and Zhu Danhong both played.
Seeing many younger generations can not help but this can not help but this is simply two extremes, a woman like the orchid in the wind, empty valley orchid, and Zhu Danhong is the bloated and clumsy incarnation.
And how was it? How is my granddaughter? Who can get to my granddaughter, I have really cultivated the merits of my eight generations. Whoever has the right boy, we have a family. ”
Zhu Xi laughed and said to many Grandmasters.
"That Zhu Xiong, your granddaughter is really talented."
After hearing this, a group of Grandmasters said with a smile, this is not the merit of repairing eight generations, this is the mold of eight lifetimes!
After the two women saluted each other, Zhu Danhong rushed toward the Quran with two large copper hammers. The huge copper hammer with the sound of the whistling wind pressed against the Quran!
At the foot of Gulan, the hand was turned, and the two-handed scimitar like the moon appeared in the hand. One handle was as thin as a flap, and the other was like an ivory round. Only the edge of the blade shone with a cold hair.
"Hey!"
"Ding!"
A large copper hammer smashed on the ground, and the bluestone slabs broke open in an instant, and a group of priests felt so sad.
Gulan knows his own advantages, and does not fight against Zhu Danhong, but keeps moving.
Three minutes later, the ancient face changed.
Oh
Gulan has been unconsciously forced to the corner by Zhu Danhong, Gu Lan only thought of a short inch, one inch risk!
I did not expect an inch long, one inch strong!
After the reaction, the two machetees have not been opened, and they are restricted everywhere!
"Ding!"
A copper hammer, such as the Mount Taishan, appears on the top of the Quran, and the Gulan can't avoid it. It can only be crossed with a double knife to the top, but how can the scimitar block the weight of the copper hammer? Two scimitars fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
A large copper hammer stopped above the top of the Quran, only a few centimeters from the head!
Such a heavy copper hammer is instantly static, fully demonstrating Zhu Danhong's handy control.
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