My Script is a Supporting Role

The wine passengers retired from behind, and the eyes were surprised, and they were full of honor.

"... Blood Wu Wars ..."

"How long did I see it ..."

Song Xianqiao seeing the two sides has become a water fire. It seems that it seems to be good, bite a hand, "on!"

Two churches were sitting in the eye, and the disciples of the flying fish palace formed into a sword array, and attacked the opponent Qi Qi.

Huang San figure frustrated, the middle of the mouth, the sword is straight.

"Blood Wu!"

The big men follow.

"Breaking the military!!!"

Although only only a few people, it still maintains a very complete combat line shape, is coming and defensive, and it is unrest.

The sword intersects, jingle, the sword swords of the flying fish palace, the swordsmanship, the sharp and horizontal.

This helps the tiger, the long knife is in the hand, the knife is like snow, slash .

Huang Sanyi Ma Qang first, the most brave, and from the war, he is also significantly better than others.

Just the flying fish palace's swordsmanship, the bloody war of the other party, and the retreat will be saved and cannot be maintained.

And the bloody anger, the tiger is constantly emitting.

Every sound, all the big men's war is more high, and it is more brave.

Instead, it is a disciple of flying fish palace. Under this whistling, the heart is swaying, and even has a impulse that wants to turn around.

However, several rounds, the swordsmock in the flying fish palace gave birth to the momentum.

Mo Chen looked at this, suddenly understood.

"It turned out that this is the war of the army."

"The soldiers in the army will not be integrated into qi and blood in the war."

"Also gathered everyone's war, agglomerate as the soul."

"Not only greatly enhanced the fighting power, but also has the deterrence of the enemy."

"Plus this war is still compressed on the meta-gantry law, so they do not necessarily have the strongest, but after the war, the power is more powerful than the general practitioners."

More terror is that Huang San is now only seven or eight people, and the soul that is condensed.

If the battlefield is on the battlefield, thousands of soldiers gathered in the soul, what will it look?

Thinking of this, even Mo Chen can't help but feel blood.

"No wonder, the practitioners on this continent are numerous, and the strong is a lot."

"But the army, still does not to ignore the powerful power."

Song Xianqiao did not expect that two of his hands did not add this disciple, and even a few people did not press the opposite person, and immediately, it was going to help out.

I have been there without moving Murong Qing Moon suddenly across steps, seals all of him.

The eyes of the cold, such as the water look at him quietly.

"Want to do it?"

"I have passed me."

Murong only wanted to take Mo Chen at the beginning, I didn't want to work with this.

But I saw that they always stared at Mo Chen, and a deputy should take away Mo Chen, Murong Qingyue's heart gradually began to be annoyed.

Walking the rivers and lakes for several months, Murong Yue Yue has already known that now the various rumors about Mo Chen are very ruthless, and there are many people in this world to find him around.

Some people have a bloody and want to be demonstrated.

Some people hold their own heart, want to remove Mo Chen, one player.

There are some people, it is for Mo Chen, the legend can go straight to the Devil's Devil.

But no matter what kind of purpose they have, if you want to hurt Mo Chen, she will definitely not allow.

This year, the flying fish palace is so sent, and Murong Qing moon will think that these people have the same mind as those people.

It's just that she hasn't shot yet, and Huang San has already jumped out first with the opponent.

The two sides are more stiff, but they are drying her with Mo Chen.

But since Yellow San is the head of Mo Du, he put it up with the people of the flying fish palace. Murong Qingyue will first include him in this camp.

It is reluctant ... Because the code of the gambling is stripped, it has to be another ...

So see the Song Xianqiao want to join the war circle, and Murong immediately stopped him.

Song Xian Bridge has never seen Murong Qingyue, wrinkled with a brow, suddenly, "Is it ... you are ..."

The flying fish palace is unlike Qingfeng Valley-like closure. It is natural to hear about the rumors of the practice.

In front of this girl's dress, appearance, temperament, all in line with ...

I didn't wait for him to say the next sentence, but the sword of the flying fish palace has been supported, and the group of people from Huang San, who have fallen, and several disciples have fallen.

Huang Sanzhong's man is immediate, and it is a violent hit.

Fortunately, if they are still in hand, there is no pain of the killer.

Otherwise, in this pub, I am afraid that it has been blood into the river.

Until, I can't climb it again until a bunch of flying fish palace, Huang Sancai will hold his right hand, holding a punch, big drink: "Retreat!"

The big man closed hands, lengry and retreat, the war converges.

Bloody angry tigers slowly disappeared.

Huang San did this only look at Song Xianqiao, "Do you have to fight again?"

Song Xianqiao's face is a green, and the hands of the sword can not help but shake.

In front of this girl, such as the iceberg, he has lost the opportunity of the shot.

Now that the other party is in fullness, even if the girl is letting go at this time, he has not grasped this group of tiger sergeants.

Especially the yellow three, the power is strong, just like an ordinary school.

But after all, he is a flying fish palace master, and the disciples under the door have encountered this failure, is he left?

Then, how will he in the flying fish palace?

At a time, Song Xianqiao did not know how to advance.

"!"

The neat footsteps sounded outside the door, and the army of the armor was holding the horse whip, and Shishi came in.

The military officer is slightly white, and a war armor wiped the light, almost used to treat the woman as a mirror.

A military robe is also a dust, and the whole person is handsome.

Just watching the age of thirty, but the belly has some slight projections.

Next, although the skin is relatively white, the eyeliner has obvious wine traces.

The military officer went in step three, and the same was swept in the crowd in the pub.

All the wine customers have previously don't catch a cold, but now seem to have some tricks to the officer.

The military officer's nostrils spurted a contemptuous air, holding the whip in the hands of Huang Sanyi, said: "Huang Zonglin, you have private military camp, violating drinking, and fighting for a living."

"Don't you be afraid of military law?"

The second hundred and sixty-two chapters of the flying fish palace

Huang Zonglin hugged his hands and accused: "Rong Shao Wei, I have long known that you look at me is not cool, why bother to raise?!"

"Yes! I am going to drink for a woman today."

"You are in the military, is it not a violation of the military?"

"You have a glorious power in the military camp, why can't Huang Zonglin drink alcohol in Town?"

Rong Shao Wei's face is red, and the air is suffering: "You don't want to spray, when will I do those things in the army ..."

Huang Zonglin is heavy, it is contemptuous: "Just break the way, really when others are fool?"

"You don't want to forget, this town north border army, you can all be my brother."

Rong Shaowei face color white, biting his teeth: "What are you doing? It is a bunch of ** old oil, I am here, it is to retrieve the army of the town, the army of the town, reshape the soul ..."

Huang Zonglin sent a sound, full of disdain: "Is it also worth it?"

"As soon as you are blowing out of the wine, I still want to rehabilitate the soul?"

"Go to it!"

"Tell you, even if the Tiger is now leaving, the soul of the North Border army is still a bloody battle!"