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At this time, the moon, the eyes are cold, such as the knife, there is no half of the face on the face, his right hand holds the sword, the left hand slowly took out a short gun.

Broken magic gun!

Mu Chiki is familiar with this short gun, this is a big greener of the Temple.

At the beginning of the temple master, it was seal by the broken magic gun, and its power is strongly said.

However, there is a seal on the magic gun, and it is very different from the seal of the Shengting Continent. At that time, the artifact seal of the Shengting Continent, not to mention the seal of the mainland of God, so it will break The magic gun is handed over to the flower month, and he will not ask.

The reason why this is done, one because he is the future of the Temple priest, with this hometown artifact is the most suitable, two, because his physique is different from the cultivator of the Shengting Continent, even if the same practice He will take a completely different cultivation path, and want to unless the seal of the magic gun, play a true power, and the flower is more appropriate than the cigarette.

Does the spring have unsearched the seal of the magic gun? Seeing the cold and confident look of the flower month, the cold smoke can't help but expect it.

But soon, she knew that she was wrong.

The sharp gun tips puncture the chest, and the blood is forth, but there is no drop of the ground, and it is absorbed by the magic gun.

At the moment, the swords became the blood red, and the red as if it can drop the blood, and the sound of the screams is full of murder.

That sound is in the mind, even the cold smoke feels that the heart is shocking, the blood seems to be boiling, and even the strength is not controlled.

The face of the flowers becomes pale, and the sweat of the bean is dripped with the cheek, which is obviously in the suffering of it.

"what……"

The flower is long and the sky is long, and the face and the hands are exposed.

, The clothes were blocked, revealing the chest of the ****, and the same green gluten.

That broken magic gun is also a sharp blow to this moment, turns into a thick bloody red fog, shrouded in the moon, the appearance of that, as if the legendary kill is coming.

Blood Festival!

It turned out that this is the way of cracking the seal in the moon. With his strength, it can only sacrifice their own blood, and inspire the power of the guns hidden.

"Flower!

The tears in the cold smoke, worried about shouting.

Although the blood sacrifice is not too deep, the hidden danger is very terrible. It is very horrible. He is a big injury. He has a sense of life. If it is a general alchemy, it will be a little bit. This is the artifact of the temple. What is terrible!

The flower is turned to see the cold smoke, and the two eyes become blood, and there is no half of the gods.

There is an intuition in the spring, the flowering month of this time, after showing the blood sacrifice, did not control the magic gun, but is controlled by the Magic Gun.

The only thing is worthy, his will is too firm, and the killing of the dead sword slave is still injecting the broken magic gun. It does not host the companion.

"kill!

A roar in the moon mouth, the voice is low, and the hoarse is from the ancients.

His figure, like a long gun in the bloody battlefield, straight straight, stabbed a dead sword slave, the long sword in hand is also blood red, only the sword is revealing a cold light.

At this time, he is not divided with each other, he is a gun, the shot is him, the sword has also been part of his body.

The dead spirit sword slave rely with the threat of death, and the feet are slightly moved, and they should be sideways, and the long swords are hitting, and they pick them up towards his long sword.

When the cold smoke, the other party used this trick to the other party, no matter the steps of swordsmanship, it was very worse, it was extremely to the extreme, so that the cold smoke was lost.

But this time, this dead sword slave is clearly not so lucky.

Although his sword is accurately picked up on the Jianfeng of the flower month, the long sword of the flower month is a silk, although his pace is enough, enough flexible, but the moon's sword is obviously His speed is much more faster.

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A soft, the spring of the spring is accurately penetrated into his heart, and the powerful air is injected into his body, and the fierce broke out.

When the craft craft was shocked, this sword continued to let him lose her bones, and even his last sorrowful gods were shocked, completely dissipated.

Although it has not been painful, there is no fear in his life, but in the last moment, this dead spirit is still a scream.

The moon is hidden in the heart of the heart, and it is completely ignited at this moment, the bloody light in the eyes is like burning.

There is no moment to stop, the flower is moving firmly, and the next death sword slaves will go.

Feeling his kind of murderous murder of his arms, even the cigarette is dark.

Understand, finally understand, the foregone of the first generation can become one of An Yun's three big gods, and the name of the magical sword is shocked, let countless people have changed the color, the real reason, so on this broken gun .

There is no accident, his sword, once again penetrated into the opponent's heart, directly shocking the opponent and shocked the bones, thoroughly flying.

Then, it is next.

However, a moment of engraved, the death of the two people in front of Jiang Yushe, in his sword, and it turned into a bone.

Four dead sword slaves with four people killed, only the chapter of the chapter is in the mouth.

Les and Jiang Yushe did not help him, but flying quickly to the cold smoke.

That a dead spirit sword slave, with Zhang Chihua's own strength, there is no self-insurance, not to mention the moon that turns into the magic.

Mu chung is full of fighting, the two sorts of the long swords are left and the two dead sword slaves outside her.

Seeing the Moon Exhibition, the moon, the posture and Jiang Yuzhe are all spiritual. These two swords are surpassed by the limit, and they are more exciting than the unusual first-order swords.

The pressure of the mullet is light, and the long sword in the hand is in the heart of a dead sword spirit.

Although this dead sword is on the ground, although it is like a few people who have died in the hands of the flowers of the flowers, the last silk soul is also a smoke, even if Zhao Lingxian has the sky, it is absolutely It is impossible to refine them into a dead sword slave.

Opposite, Zhao Lingxian is full of horror, and things happen too fast, too suddenly, playing her a handleman.

In her heart, it has risen the sense of ominousness.