Douluo's Change of Life with Sword

The stabbing is high, cold eyebrows.

A slight sound.

The knife was loosely opened his hand: "Well, the medical room is not good enough, leaving a little."

The blade turned to the stage.

"More ... Thank you."

"Small things." The blade turned back and smiled.

It is really that it is a group of people who look back and smile.

Looking at the bloody field of the blood, there is some helplessness, the bloody taste is most annoying!

Looking at the nervous scales under the stage, the cold noodles, Fan Jian, the head of the head, the hedge of the hedgehog, the blade smiled.

"First tell everyone a bad news, that is, there is no team to have a minute in my hand."

Silent, the young teenagers who are proud of the past don't know how to describe their mood at this moment.

This person is even smaller than they, but one sword is a sword to defeat them all people ...

So more souls, seven people, cavity, and clear, even if they come to a fire, all the soul of the squad, and clear!

He ...

"But everyone is not depressed, the days will still have a long day, and will always have a minute."

The blade is comforted.

Thick, such as him, naturally it will make a small cotton jacket when appropriate ...

But the blade is strange that the following little cute faces are dark.

"There is also a good news, that is, the next day will be a pleasant punishment time. Is everyone super expectation?"

"Right, we have to find a few medical room teachers come over the town farm. Is there that classmate is willing to help the teacher?"

Although it is a summer day, it is a cold winter in the martial art.

[Look at the stars in the day!

Chapter 332, in short, your progress space is still large

The military farm is confusing at this moment.

Road, blast, cry, mourning, screaming.

This starts.

The blade is no longer a field.

"Blade, such a method is too radical." Master looked at another student who was lifted down in the field.

"Radiant?" The blade means that the fence looks at the field.

"Maybe some is a bit radical, but there is no way, I am a student I teach, I can't teach a group of waste?"

"But if you have a better way to cultivate them into the way they are sufficient to fight with those congenital Zongmen aristocrats, I listen to you."

First sword!

The words, the blade slammed the sword on the play of the crazy battle.

"Rolling!"

A strong male student on the field bombard another male student.

This king's eight lambs have no insertion! If it is not the sword of the sky, the assistance of their team is afraid to be seriously injured!

"Nothing?" He took the girl on the ground.

"Nothing." Girl gently pushed him, grateful to see the mortal figure on the high platform.

"Captain! Be careful!"

That strong youth heard the words immediately launched the third soul technology - rock.

"boom!!"

Another launching Qigogang's trousers will not be able to retreat from the teenager who will be unresolved by the strong young people.

"You go first!" Strong young people coldly glanced over the junior to the junior.

"Ok."

The girl raised his hand to the stage, and the people who tried to attack her were not retreat.

Because this means that they have been saved by the blade, they have been eliminated.

war! war! war!

In order to have a meal tonight!

One hundred people in the scene, only the remaining five teams have a meal!

The rest will not only have a meal, but also have to write 10,000 words and defeats ...

I don't eat anything, but this 10,000 words will be hit!

The auditorium is above.

The blade waves the swords and saber.

Those who are saved really don't know if it is crying or laughing, only the head is lost.

"You are right." The master silently watched the alerts in the field, and the young girl who was struggling to fight.

"Master, you are not wrong. If I am not here, at least three people have been disabled at least." The blade took the sword and smiled on the side of the fence.

Master stretched face stretched half.

"How did your boy do so accurate?" Fland pushed the glasses opening.

Zhao Wuji received his eyes. He hugged his chest and his expression was very dignified.

Obviously, how difficult it is to always control this confusing performance of this confusion.