Mu Yan took a breath, double eyed infects the blood and the red, the sound is hoarse, but it is very firm: "No, since I chose, I won't regret it."

At this time, there was a sudden sound of the sky under the door of the sky.

The others can't see this battle, but Mu Yan is clear and clear.

The branch of Mo Qingshan was blown.

The pen of the god of the gods was caught in the hands.

A space gap was slowly opened.

In this step, Ling Yuxi has spoken blood, a two-purpose conflict.

Excessive use of the field, so his brain seems to be cracking at any time.

The hands have even even throw the strength of the pen to the spatial codes.

But the next moment, Yun Ruohan grabbed the pen of the goddess.

Then the hand of Qin, the hand of the cold, the hands of the blue rain.

A further hand holds the seal of the gods with Ling Yu, and then fed into the space coda.

boom--!

Almost at the same time, the Mosae Mountain, which was blocked in the field space, finally broke away from the imprisonment, and the moment came to the front of Ling Yu.

Mu Yan is not hesitant, the body is like a lightning, and the moment appeared in front of Ling Yu.

boom--!

The long sword intersects with the reel and makes a loud noise.

The seven sizsessions are unfolded behind her.

Every sword, as if there is a pair of Yingru, like jade hands and lightly.

In the next step, I looked at the bottom of it, and the corner of the mouth came from a clear and cold smile: "I am still your wife, it is difficult to make a big device. Now I seem to look at you. ! "

His face is almost transparent.

The cyan clothes are wrapped in a slender shape, and the clothes are blown up by the wind, hunting, and there is a kind of illusion that will be blown or disappeared in this world.

Mo Qing Mountain is generally in general, and it is also the same as the three souls.

Strong strength, once it is damaged, it will make strength.

The happy five sons used a near self-destructive way, and finally destroyed him one of them.

Hard students drag his strength to Mu Yan at this moment.

Mo Qing Mountain smiled softly, and the reel in the hand shooked, gradually became a sword.

This sword is amazing, no eye.

However, ink Qingshan saw the sword in his hand, but he exposed a bit of a little missed.

"[Qing Sword], this is my mission magic weapon, now I have already forgotten it why?"

In the past, the Baili romance will give him the goddess order.

He is not used as a magic, but as a passionate letter to him.

Mo Qing Mountain especially likes to draw a paper brush with the gods, write a book, and then let the generals send to Baili.

At that time, the hundred miles were also liked to my blue sword.

I know that the fairy's mission magic weapon does not need to be supported, and it is strong enough.

But she always likes to take it in my hand, and I have a little bit of the sword with my own power.

The magic weapon is connected to the soul.

In Mo Qingshan, only the warmth of the bones, the itch, happiness and peace, only hope such life, never end.

Later, Bailong disappeared.

In order to make the flesh into a general rock, he also integrated his life in the goddess order in order to enhance the strength.

Just like the humanity, conscience and happiness, all seal together.