Eldest Miss Divine Calculation

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The palace stops shakes, the flood contract on the door is no longer flashing, and the golden light on the Jianli is quietly disappeared.

The whole valley, the dead is still silent.

However, this silence has not maintained too long.

Soon, the swordsman scored a sound pain, but it was still high-spirited to rush forward, but the sword was significantly more than the previous little.

When the cold smoke was surprised, I looked at the Yushan Ling. I didn't think he had a hand of such a horses. I didn't find it before? "Quickly kill them, fast!

Qu Yushan said with a trembling voice, and the hand whispering with the hand is exposed, and the whole body is cold.

Although I don't know if he is in the end, there is a huge contract that can't be suppressed in the night, but only looks at him, and it is not too long.

The cold smoke is also surprised, and the night is in the front of the sword spirit to kill.

Losing the blessing of the flood contract, these sword spirits stiffness is the strongest, but the swordsman is seven, even if they are full, even if they are in the heart, how can they block the full attack of the cigarette and other people .

A road shadow fell to the ground, the heart is broken, in order to avoid the problem, the cold smoke and other people did not even give them a shower.

Although I know that these sword spirits are just being manipulated, it is innocent, but they know that there is no hesitation in this time, but there is any mercy, otherwise they will be suffering, but maybe the whole of the Shengting continent will be deeply affected. .

It's just a moment, and hundreds of swordsmanship fell to the ground, no longer have some older.

Only the last black man still stands before the altar, whispered, his body was killed by the golden light column, because the pain is dramatic.

His eyelids gaze their cold smoke, it is awkward, which flashes a different look.

Suddenly, he stopped singing, twisted a sword stabbed to the cold smoke.

The little moon is a case where it is in front of the cold smoke, and the look is dignified.

But soon, they found their own movements. This black man's strength is not more than those sword spirits, even if they are still a trip, but the swordsman three-order, such strength is not possible. Pose any threat to Mu Chow.

Didn't wait for them, the cold smoke has been on a steward, and the cold sword is straight toward the opponent's heart.

A sword that surprised, in the face of a sword of the cold smoke, the black man did not stop, but instead opened his arms.

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, The cold sword has passed into the other's chest, but when only the difference between the heart, there is still a time.

Almost all of the swordsmanship have been killed, only the last one is left, there are too many questions in the heart of Mu Han to find the answer.

From the very different spirit of the same spirit, he asked a dead move, he seems to have some self-consciousness, and the cold cigarette does not want to kill him so soon.

While collecting swords, the left hand of the cold smoke, and make her a few pulse points, let her move.

When the hand wager, the cold smoke has uncovered his veil and exposed a beautiful face.

"Sure enough, you!"

Say that the cold smoke is cold.

In front of you, this is a beautiful girl, which is not right to fight from the small fight to the big, which can be said that Zhao Si, who is deep and sea - Zhao Lingxian!

I have previously ordered the Sword of the Sword, although the sound machinery is empty, there is no half an emotion, but the cold smoke still heard a bit familiar, and the final result has also determined her guess.

However, the Zhao Lingxian at this time did not have the enchanting of the prefective enthusiasm. The beautiful face was full of pain and despair.

"Mu Chi, kill me, kill me!"

Zhao Lingxian looked at Mu Han to breathe like a hurt beast, and a pretty face was twisted because of pain, and it appeared abnormal.

"Who does not do this?"

Mu Chi's cold asked fiscal.

From Zhao Lingxian, the pain of his face did not want to live, she was obviously not a real main, and the real host had another person.

Last time I flying a battle, Zhao Lingxian was seriously injured. At almost died in the sword of Mu Chi, finally, he was rescued by Yunxiang, which means that the cloud should be the real scene behind the scene, but I think The relationship between the nights and clouds is very unwilling to accept such results, so there is this question.

"When I arrived at the peak last time, haven't you seen him?"

Miss Zhao Si said dark.

"It's really him.

Although I know the result, I finally determined, or let Mu Han smoke were embarrassed.

The next consciousness looks to the night, I saw him calm, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

"Why did he do this?"

Well, I asked Zhao Lingxian.

"I don't know, I don't know, he is a devil, beg you, kill me.

Miss Zhao Si is painful, convulsted, and pleasing to the mulking cold.

The cold smoke is holding the cold sword, but there is no stabbed a sword.

Looking at the enemy from a small to the big enemy, her heart is a bit faint.

To put it, everything I do is for the interests of the family, and she is actually the same, but the temperament is too extreme, the means is too sinister, too vicious.

If it is not for the family, if she does not act so despicable, maybe, they will become friends and say they are not necessarily.

"Mu Chi, I used to be my fault, I am sorry for you, beg you, kill me, kill me, I don't want to be a stiff, I don't want people to live without ghost, beg you ... "

In the eyes of Zhao Lingxian, the tears of the regrets.

Muyan smoke nodded, the cold Jianfeng finally pierced into the heart of Zhao Lingxian.

In a moment of the previous cold sword, the cold smoke was discovered that she didn't just scholate the body by the golden light column, and the meridians were also scarred, and they were completely different from ordinary people.

Look at that situation, clearly the meridian is truncated by a root, and then recombine renewal.

It is not difficult to imagine that in the process of being sacrificed into a sword spirit, Zhao Lingxian has experienced how many non-human torture and pain, and even after becoming a sword, every time she uses the gas, she still has to bear it. The same pain.

After all, the Sword Lingti is much more powerful than Zhao Lingxian, and the cost of paying is much larger.

However, other swordsmanship stiff remains completely lost, you can ignore this pain, and Zhao Lingxian also retains some self, and it is not necessary to live in this painful torture.

Wake-up, it is the most cruel thing for her.