Infinite Apostle and the Twelve War Maidens

The pace of the Tian Devil's army.

The thousand tree king looked

The wind of his head is used.

The sound of the wood is sighful:

"In the sky, it seems

My homeland. j

That Chi squatting king angle, huh

Oh, smile, pass:

"Come on, not me

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The preparation king of the scales said this,

Take a stroke, the field is not a sighence

Start, want to rush on the sky

Empty, kill the wind spirit.

However, this hasn't waited for him.

Bearing, he is the whole person

The veraint of the wind

Blow away.

The strength of the king of the scallet

It is completely able to stop the rushing

Unfortunately, this aerial is not him.

The home of the preparation king of the preparation.

Although he can rely on

Stepping, but when he faced

This level of wind is only

Can be a bundle.

Also, I'm still in the prefective king

I don't have a moment of blowing, only

See the old bird hair, the body dry

Slimmer slim wild crane, charge

From the air than the airmark

Suddenly falling, directly towards the wind

The fire is rushing.

Shutong, only wild crane

Wang Qi ignited the shape of powder purple dad

Fire, as if it is a meteorite

Under the jungle, directly

I hit the wind of the wind.

, the whole body is burning

The wild crane of powder purple fire,

Directly breakdown on the gumphine

Body, put the huge wind

The whole hit is smashed into spiritual particles.

It is obscured in empty.

That is, in this style