Eldest Miss Divine Calculation

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There is no better choice, and it is very good to know the role of the Shenwu's uniqueness, and the power loss of his own mind is great, and the cold smoke can only rely on it.

The ghosts' swordsman are too subtle, and they are also too tacit with each other, and only with the gods of the gods, they can cause fatal harm.

At this time, Mu Miss will hope that Xiao Ruo beast will be able to show a demographic neighborhood, it is best to have a group sleep.

Unfortunately, I don't know if there is a cooling time. It is still the last time, the last year is too big, and Xiao Ruo beast is groggy lying in her pocket, and there is no meaning.

Blood fog is fascinated, the voice, a sword that picks up a black swordsman fell to the cigarette.

Nothing, this nearly 100 black swordsman falls nearly one-third, and the rest is almost hurt, but their faces are less than half a little, but they are full of bloodthirsty and still crazy. Successful killing a few people in the cold smoke, there is nothing to die.

The face of the cold smoke reveals the tiredness, the continuous application of Shenwu, she has already reached the limit, the strength of the strength, the gradual vain, and the mind is also sent to the mind.

The flowers and Jiang Yuzhe left a bloody sword injury, and the blood drops were dripped down.

Although their two of them can be comparable to the swordsman, but they are not too much than these almost crazy ghosts. If there is a maximum pressure in front of Mu Han smoke, they can not stick to now Is a problem.

Of course, it is also fortunate that there is a back to the cold smoke, and the cold smoke can kill so many ghosts. Otherwise, if you only rely on her one, I am afraid that I have been forced to retreat.

Next to the night, the night is three, but it has been exhausted, and the sword waves every time, it has brought endless temperament. The elderly people are scarred, and the face has become a painful.

However, the three did not retreat half a step, while the dead endlessly, the night was looked back, and he looked back at the temple behind him. It was full of expectations.

Yun Bo is seriously injured with an enemy one, but also in the wind, but it is difficult to kill the opponent for a while.

Whether it is a few people in Mu Han Fireworks, or a night, Yun Bo is in a hard battle, and no one can take it.

I don't know when, the rain is bigger, the blood on the ground is mixed into the spring, slowly flowing to the distance, sending a strong bloody taste, the sky wind and rain, there is more gloomy, and more Delicious.

"Bang, Bang ..."

In the ancient ancestral hall, it came to a burst, as if there was a thunder in the underground.

The hidden horrible breath is more than ten times more than the previous, as if someone is opening the door of the Nether Hell, release the legendary Jiuhe Devil.

"To succeed, it will be successful soon.

A black tall is excited to tears, and the other black swordsman is also ecstatic, and the sound is speaking.

"The owner of the monks want to wake up, kill them, and kill them all out, but they must not let them break our ghosts.

The old man is crazy.

Immediately, all ghosts are like a magical barrier, full of enthusiasm, and they are not afraid of dying towards their opponents.

It is very different from their ecstasy, Mu cold smoke and the flowers and other people.

At the same time, in the ancestral hall, a sense of mind is firm, it has been firmly to lock, a powerful pressure, and unexable intrusion, as if it is the most fragile place.

At the moment, a few people actually felt the fear of the heart. If it is not a cold smoke reborn, the flowers are bumpy, Jiang Yuzhe travels from the family from the family, and pursue the road belonging to his own sword. More than ordinary people, it is likely to completely lose the resistance of resistance under the pressure of the heart.

Obviously, the ghost master is nearly a step.

At this time, he has not completely wakes up, and the last pressure is so horrible. If he makes him completely awake, what is terrible.

Mu Hanfeng's figure is in the mind.

Mu, the cold smoke, bitterness, biting the teeth, and struggles all the best forward.

The moon and Jiang Yuzhe die after her, and even faced with the swords of the face, they are no longer like the first to block, just slightly, and injured, the sharp sword will pierce each other. body of.

Only the same fighter law can only hurt a few enemies, and relieve some pressure for the cold smoke.

However, under the madness of the other party, it is difficult to get out of the night, and Yunbo is difficult to get out, let alone them.

Seeing that the ancestral hall swayed more and more vigorous, and the permeation of the contest was more and more powerful, and the flowers bite his teeth and took out the bad magistrate again.

"Flower!

Feel the unique killing and violent gas of the magic gun, and the cold smoke shouted.

"The son doesn't have to worry, use it once, it should be injured.

The flower month obviously clearly used the blood sacrifice to use the consequences of the Magic Gun, and also know that it is like a cold smoke, and he said calmly.

Mu cold cigarettes did not say anything, she is clear, now in addition to the power of the groom with the help of the magic gun, they have no other choice.

Jiang Yuzhe looked at the moon. Although sometimes the reaction slowed half a shot, he heard the two people, and then saw the feelings of Mu Chow, he can guess that the use of blood sacrifice is not all The harm, but he also knows that they have no choice.

The gun tip of the magic gun is again aligned, just in the moment, Jiang Yushe suddenly shocked: "Wait!

"what's happenin?"

Mu Chi and the Yellow Corner of the Yue Yue, look forward to the direction of Jiang Yuszhe 's eyes.

A blood mist, from the group of black swordsmanship, then, then, it is a scream.

I haven't waited for a cold smoke to understand what is going on, accompanied by another scream, another bloody flying.

However, there are several breath of breathing in the district, which is the successive ten blood mist, one, a black swordsman, in the blood.

In the hidden crowd of black swordsman, it was like plowed, there was a straight channel.

A slightly thin young figure is slowly moving towards the cold smoke and other people, the long sword in his hand drops a string of blood.

His body is contaminated with someone else, some are his own, the broken clothes, revealing a deep blood, but his face, but still keeps a smile.

But at this time, the smile is full of heart-free murder.