My luck can go against the sky

Seeing that the attacks you played actually broke by the Jinzhong hood, Luo Liangping suddenly changed.

"It's really small to you."

"interesting."

"Taoist nine days God Lei Tao, Buddha's golden bell hood, a practice method is even more messy, kid, what will you still, let me see it?"

Luo Liangti sits on the back and cold channel.

Han Zi is rumored, and the Luo Liangping said: "Do you know if you try it yourself?"

"Don't die!"

Luo Liangping snorted, and his right hand held a pen and looked loudly, whispered: "The way of caught, there is no life!"

The voice is falling, the pen is stopped.

The cold fog is rapidly condensed, and the ghosts in the body of Luoliang, the atrial, and the rapid flow is integrated into the font.

Not allowed, one after another cold, single hand holding a knife, the array of array of array of aromatic aroma, in front of Luo Liang, silent, and silent.

Han Zi Rongxin head jump.

Not right, you must not let the soldiers who have successfully transformed these more than King Dan monks!

Han Zi Rong's hands holding the peach wood sword, a little at the foot, and the body shape has a show, rushing to Luo Liangping.

Luo Liangping snorted and smiled: "I found it now, late!"

Luo Liang Ping said, pointing to Han Zi Rong, who was rushing to him, ordered: "Trap camp, kill him!"

Eight hundred is stranded in Tamie.

"!"

The original calm array is in the case of Lu Liang Ping, and the murder is in the sky, and the murder is rushing, and it is integrated.

At the center of the camp, the spoofed sound.

"Lift!"

Eight hundred barsensites.

"Into!"

A bombard, the ground is shocking, eight hundred people like one, stepped to Han Zong.

Han Zi's honored iron green is dark, deeply sucking a breath, and took a desperate needle to strengthen the body, and the gas machine suddenly skyrocket.

Han Zi Rong is condensed, and the rapid fall is going down.

"drop!"

The knife lights up, and the eight hundred knives are collected.

Air, murderous condensation, forming, and a bloody blade heavy heavy to Han Zi Rong.

Han Zonglong has fallen again, hits it in a group, the legs are slightly evoked, sword, the fondance of the fondance is rushing and covered in the peach sword.

Sword, horizontal.

The bloody knife murderly fell, and he went to Han Zi.

Han Zi Rong shoulders, sake, and die.

Not far away, Luo Liangping snorted, rushed to Han Zi and rushed to Han Zi.

With a pen as a sword, go straight.

Han Zi's horned angle is overlapping Luo Liang, and I saw Lu Liangping to go to him. I bite my teeth and took out the lumbar neutral needle into the body.

Subsequently, the right hand holds the sword to block the knife, the left hand continuously.

"Huang Huang Tianwei, drop my god!"

"I am in a hurry, nine days god!"

Left hand, pointing to La Le Le.

In the air, the two films were gathered, and the Wan Dao Radi slowly approached, and it was condensed.

I have been emitted in the thunder, rushing into the Lei Yun, but just into the Lei Yun, the body is broken, and it is completely fragments.

A thunder snake gathers, the two ways have poured from the Razer's head, and a dragon has an eccentricity between heaven and earth.

Pang Dalong, the most central, a weak, like a small figure, a small figure, is curious about Han Zi Rong.

Han Zi's honor is a sharp, and the left hand fell.

Cold and drink: "Lei Long, fall!"

The thick dragon sounds sounded, and the body was slightly twisted, tumbling, and rushed toward Luoliang.

The fierce madness, a huge passion, came to Luo Liangping.

Ray is a yang, the most hurts the soul.

Luo Liangping's heart is awkward, and one hand is holding a pen.

"shield!"

"A!"

A round shield, a set of gars, all of which are cold, and the body of Luo Liangping is firmly in the middle.

Lei Long settled Luo Liangping, , wrapped there.

Suspectedly drunk, four hoofs, take away the big thunder, rush to Han Zi Rong.

Luo Liang opened his hands, and the cold fog pen was suspended next to him. He jumped from Luo Liang's eyebrows.

On the cover of the monument, there is a word "spring and autumn".

Luo Liangping slowly closed his eyes, the Ninja Thunder whip hit the body, shouting loudly,:: "Confucius as" Spring and Autumn ", , , , , , Syria the history of more than two hundred and ten years. "

"..."

The voice of the road sounded, and the violent Thunder action suddenly slowed down.

Luo Liangping opened his eyes slightly, and he was happy, and he continued to serve: "The saints save me."

The Thunder is again violent.

Luo Liangping suddenly turned cold, and the inherent in the body exposed.

Luo Liangping's body is sinking, fell in the earth, swing in the past, full of tears, crying and shouting: "The husband saved me, the husband saved me, well-known wrong."

A little sighing between the world.

"Spring and Autumn" slows down, make a bright light.

A unrealistic figure slowly came out of "Spring and Autumn", standing in front of Luo Liang, gently hitting.

"Look at you six hundred and fifty years, no inhum, today will take you out of the teacher."

The figure picked up "Spring and Autumn" into the Thunder, the Thunder burst out the "Spring and Autumn" slowly dissipated.

Hongwu twenty years.

In Luojiazhai, there is a student in his inner student, and the old people are sitting before, and the hand holds "Spring and Autumn", and the eyebrows suddenly hurt, and the side first looks to the sun, see today.

Then I looked at Luo Liangping in the school hall, I looked at Today's Lu Liangping, I sighed, put down the spring and autumn, walked to Luo Liang, gently hit it.

In the town of Cold Village, Luo Liangtou slowly stood up and looked at the phantom, and his eyes were tears until the phantom was completely dissipated.

Han Zi Rong Dynasty phantom was slightly smashed, and the back is straight, stand straight, look to Luo Liangping.

Luo Liang Lei looked back, the cold tears were condensed, and the blood tears.

A Confucian Haoran is exhausted.

Luo Laing's appearance has begun to rapidly transform, tangered, its flesh-inch is broken, and a black black is growing rapidly, and it is not going to drop down the water to drop the water.

Luo Liangping drunk, if you seal, you will be.

"It's mine, you will never take it!"

"As long as I break the yuan baby, my things will come back!"

I jumped, rushed to Han Zi Rong.

Han Zi Rong is constant, and his hands hold swords, hit Lu Liangping.

Decorgenated, the momentum is changed, no killing, turning the richness, turning around, holding a knife, looking to Han Zi Rong.

One pair of eight hundred and one.

Life and death, never close your hands.

The knife is like a shadow, up and down.

Sound, blood drops, ice cream, hit the sound, explosion, heavy inclination together.

Strapping, there is no life!

Eight hundred barles in the moment, all of them.

Han Zi Rong is blood, like mad.

Han Zi Rong is cold and brothing, abandoning the sword, hugging Luo Liangping, the whole body muscles arches, hug, fall!

Luo Liangping snorted.

"I once gave a worship general, and the little fell, and I dared to face ugly."

To say, Luo Liangping is shock, such as fish into the water, breaking from Han Zi Rong.

Foot-on micro, elbow, knee, punch, Qi Qi hit Han Zi Rong.

Han Zi is also not flashing. He understands that he is really not the opponent of Luo Liang, he can have it before the last moment, he can have it, only hurt, blood!

The right foot moves backwards, holds the body, and holds the box.

straight!

Luo Liang Ping faced down.

Han Zonglong bows.

Sound.

The two have gone to vomiting blood and fly out.