My Script is a Supporting Role

A huge tentacle, a huge tentacle that is dark red, spurs the smashing of the small leaves.

"Small leaves !!!"

Mo Chen shouted, I want to remind it.

However, the small leaves are sluggish, and there is no response at all, and those tentacles pierced her body.

Blood has just poured out, I was taken away by my hand, and I didn't spill a drop.

The small leaves don't feel painful, sitting in the same place, just like a noiki puppet.

Mo Chen saw a sank.

"Broken, this goddess is too powerful ..."

"I am afraid that I will come back to God!"

At the same time, there is another tentacle wrapped in the book of the gods.

Lin Jin guy actually wants to grab the book of the gods?

However, this small leaves are more critical.

Lin Jin hit his hand, and those tentacles were actually torn directly into the body of the small leaves.

Mo Chen did not think about it, and the electricity stone fire rushed to the small leaves, the huge flying acute rotation fly out, " " "twisted in front of the touch.

Until at this time, there was a blood spray in the wound of the small leaves.

Mo Chen quickly seals her wound, avoid too much blood loss, but more tentacles are constantly rushing from underground.

Mo Chen backhand took a small leaves of the blood, jumped with the body, and the golden flying waved, broke out of a graceful voyage.

"boom!!!"

The ground cut out a babies in the deep and tweezers, countless tentacles into powder.

But this hit still failed to completely resolve Lin Jin's attack, there are still hundreds of tentacles to wear the flue-explosive dust, straight thorn them, and the momentous is in front of you.

At this time, Mo Chen is unsuccessful, but she has to use the body to protect the small leaves, the whole body is full of gold, and the golden magic is very up to the extreme.

More profitable huge tactiles are straight from his chest and abdomen, puncture his body.

"flutter!"

"flutter!"

"flutter!"

Fortunately, in his golden magic, it is still strong enough, sharp tentacle penetrates the body, but only in front of the back of the three inner, stop in front of the small leaves, and no longer advance half.

The small leaves slowly turned their eyes and looked at the blood of the blood in front of him. It suddenly, as if he saw the familiar figure in memory.

"brother……"

Mo Chen only when the small leaves are still immersed in their own grief, they can't take care of her emotions, and have a painful pain to cut into the body's tentacle.

But in this way, the book of the gods has been tightened by Lin Jin's tentacles like the scorpion.

Diablo plasma, gaining, and slowly appearing from plasma.

" ?"

Lin Jin's eyes are angry, but also sneak.

"Actually chooses a mortal ..."

"It's just a joke!"

Lin Jin's eyes released the blocked blood, and suddenly exploded an angry.

"If you want to choose the successor of heaven, I am certainly eligible for you!"

Mo Chen is cold and ridiculous: "Although I don't think I have something eligible ..."

"But at least, you are unqualified!"

Lin Jin is screaming, the body is like a smoke, and the moment is suddenly in front of Mo Chen, and the right hand is handled as a sharp bone blade, and it is straight to the throat of Mo Chen.

"I am God!"

"How can it be more than you !!!"

Mo Chen welcomed Lin Jin, his feet were not moved, but the body was shocked.

The small leaves instantly feel a strong attack, and they were thrown away from hundreds of feet, and they were falling from the air.

Through this shock, Mo Chen screwed the body half.

" !!"

Lin Jin's right hand bone blades a heavy machete, from Mo Chen's left shoulder, from left and right, draw a long wound of deep creative bones.

"Hahahaha!"

"What is the dog ?!"

"It's just a waste!"

Lin Jin couldn't help but laugh.

Mo Chen was attacked by a heavy hush, the blood is difficult, and a mouth is not angry, falling from the air, and the land is heavy.

"Mo Chen!"

A few girls who are struggling to see the heart, and they are not never to correct with those corpse magic, and come over.

The corpse magic will let them go, whistling and chasing.

The conclusions of the connotation of the characters are strict, and they will stop the corpse magic.

But even if there is a striking support, these inquiry warriors are too small, and those black wings are bloody, and the attack power is not ordinary.

In the face of the enemy that floors, a fighter fighter fell down.

Lin Jin Jin is half-air, like mad, blood gas, like a piece of Wang Yang, tilting it.

"boom!!!"

The dramatic explosion starts, and hundreds of people have made unbearable dramatic vibrations, and it is finally broken.

Mo Chen, Luoqi, Zhong Xiaoyu, Murong Qingyue and others are all on the ground.

Even the Feng Yao and Tihu in the fierce battle were strongly affected, and the doubles were flying out from far.

Thousands of Fighters, more damage, and no longer block the corpse and ghosts of those crowds.

Lin Jin gave a breath and slowly dropped from the air.

The book of the gods that were touched tightly came to him, and Lin Jin took a look, waved a surging plasma and completely packaged the book of the gods.

"The so-called god is all meaningless."

"Let the blood erodes the book of this public, let it become a blood book!"

In the blink of an eye, I saw the small leaves that had just dropped, and my eyes were still in the heart, and Lin Jin's heart was abolished.

"This little girl is abnormally, but it seems that it has already been scattered!"

"Don't grab this opportunity, wait for her to wake up, I am afraid that I will not kill!"

It is necessary to have actions, a little sword light next to it, and the boundless sword is condensed in the sword tip, and spurs towards Lin Jin.

Although Murong Qingyue is full of blood marks, the original plain road is full of dirt, but her eyes are still clear, cold and cold.

Lin Jin's light is full of contempt, "" I am here ... "

The voice did not fall, and the long sword released a strong ice cold, and the sword was suddenly covered between heaven.

This sword, the cold is boundless, the whole world, it seems to be treated by this sword.

!

The ground is involved in the ground.

Among the ice meters, those who are pentium are rushing, the body instantly forms ice, , solidified in the same place.

They even maintain the original posture, like a well-carved ice sculpture.

Even Lin Jin, I also frozen the life by this sword.

This sword broke through all the barriers of all swords and stepped into the holy place of the sword.

Heaven and earth, the ancient ice.

Murong Qingyue lived in life and death, once again, and founded the sword of countless swords.

Standing on this piece of ice cream, Murong Qing Moon's long sword in hand, clothes floating, like a frost fairy.

However, her hand is slightly trembled, and there is a fine sweat on the forehead, but still bite the teeth, and the empty.

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!