The God of Sky & Earth

"This is the way, afraid of what, if Su Yi is still alive, Yun Lingfeng even has nothing to gain, it is not the opponent of Su Yi, the first person of the younger generation of Shenjianmen, but also the Yunling wind."

There are a lot of timid outside disciples whispering, although Su Yi is fierce, but he has never bullied them, which makes them all fight for Su Yi.

When Wan Jian was on the battlefield, Su Yi plundered all the inner disciples and many pro-disciples, but he never had a foreign disciple.

The setting sun, the clouds are filled, and the sun is like blood.

\"嘶嘶...\"

Quiet courtyard, towering trees, a nine-nine snake tossing the letter.

"The guy is a bit annoying, but he is not going to die. I obviously don't like him, but why is it so uncomfortable?"

Muyao looked at the sunset, and the delicate red lips whispered at the moment. They wanted to attract a kiss, but they were dignified and frowning.

The nine Nethered Snakes rely on Muyao, and they seem to feel their mood, and the relatives are squatting, as if they want to comfort Muyao.

The void is moving, and a figure appears quietly. It is a beautiful woman who looks like a Pentecost. It looks very young and beautiful. It is elegant and elegant, and a black hair is lightly swayed.

"Whizzing……"

Taking advantage of the beautiful woman, the nine secluded snakes suddenly showed the color of awe, and they did not dare to lift them easily.

"Master."

When I saw the beautiful woman coming, Mu Yao suddenly got up and flew away and asked the beautiful woman: "How is Master?"

The beautiful woman’s face is like a hibiscus on the face, a pair of bright, deep and dark scorpions, a sorrowful color flashed over, and Mu Yao shook his head and whispered: “Shenjian Valley was originally arranged by the ancestors of Shenjianmen. Now it has completely collapsed and buried everything, no one can go in again."

"Master, is he really..."

Mu Yao’s nose was sore and sour, and the last hope was also shattered.

"Even if he is still alive, it is impossible to come out again."

The beautiful woman shook her head, very sorry, whispered: "There is such a kid, it is a pity, it is a pity."

"If the **** guy is still alive, I will definitely stop looking for him if I am too big. I don't think he is pleasing to the eye, but I don't want him to die..." Muyao whispered, and his eyes were unknowingly hung.

"Su's old man seems to like the kid very much. If he knows... I'm afraid it won't be too good..."

The beautiful woman seems to have some slight loss at the moment.

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The afterglow of the setting sun is covered with void.

The palace scorpion lost his mind, and he remembered the face that appeared a smile.

‘Do you like me and want to marry me, but if you marry me, I really don’t have a mystery to you...’

Such words reverberate in the minds of Miyazaki, and the scene is still vivid and lingering.

"Why do I think of him, I obviously hate him..."

Gong Miao whispered to herself, her eyes were beautiful.

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The mountains overlap and are magnificent.

This is a holy place, thousands of miles.

Between the blue peaks of the ink, there are fogs and smog, and the cyan peaks are like a brush and ink landscape painting, just like a fairyland.

"call out……!"

Above the mountain peaks, Man Miao Qian's red dress is like a fire, bathing in the evening glow, holding a curved scimitar in each hand, and a knife glides out, the wrist turns the handle, and the hand moves the knife to sing and shine.

The two handles are moving, slowly rotating, and gradually turning faster and faster.

"Hey..."

The knives of the knives are getting faster and faster, and the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground are also rolled up, just like a hurricane.

The knives are broken and the shadows of the red clothes are as light as the young Swallows. The double knives also flash like lightning, and the crescent moon brilliance is combined with the shadow of the red shadow like the fire.

The red-red knife light and the red-like fire-like shadow form a sea of ​​fire on this mountain. The woman's boneless waist dances with the double-knife, like a fairy in the light of the crescent moon.

After a long time, the crescent moon light disappeared, the red figure stood up, and the two-handed scimitar was outlined in front of the body, just like forming an arc, so that the graceful shadow would be refreshing.

This graceful shadow is a 16-year-old girl, the skin is more than snow, beautiful and beautiful.

Looking at the sunset like blood, the beautiful face of a girl who is born with light, but it is a long time with a silence.

"If the strength of the younger sister is more and more horrible!"

There was a voice coming, and about sixteen or seventeen years old girls appeared on the mountain.

"Mr. Li Ling."

The red woman looked back and smiled a little. It was not surprising that it seemed that someone had come.

"I have just left the customs and will take a look at you."

If the girl’s lips are sakura, her eyebrows are like ink paintings. The age and the red women are not much different. They are only slightly larger, the slender legs and the towering heights of the chest, and the surplus and waist, which together outline a moving arc. Enough to make any man can't help but look at it more.

If Su Yi is here, he will be able to recognize it. This girl was a former city who had been to the city, and Li Ling from the Holy Mountain had also dealt with it.

"It seems that Mr. Li Ling has improved a lot."

The red girl is full of smiles, a pair of bright scorpions, clear and clear, can be like a star, the curve is exquisite under the red, the body is bumpy, the red is like a fire, the temperament is like a cold winter, with a kind of arrogance.

This is a different beauty from Li Ling. The beauty of Li Ling is enough for any man to hold back and look at it.

However, the beauty of the red girl is quite opposite. She is slightly demon, and she does not see the state of beauty. The beauty is so that the man does not dare to approach, so that the woman will also be jealous.

"I am progressing bigger, and I can't compare with you, Nizi, it is too horrible."

Li Ling smiled and looked at the red girl. It seemed that she had some words to stop.

"Is there a thing for my sister?"

The red girl felt it, and Yingying smiled. The eyes were like a crescent moon. The smile seemed to overflow with the aura. Between the smiles, the temperament was like a tulip, noble and elegant.

The sunset glows over the clouds, and the red girl is like a layer of red and light smoke mist at the moment. It seems like a illusion, such as the first flower of a different flower, bright and unparalleled.

"I just got a message from the customs, I don't know if it is, should I tell you..."

Li Ling hesitated, faintly laughed, the temperament and the red woman are the opposite, but the same moving, if it is two years, I am afraid that it can be a worldly and unparalleled, beautiful and unspeakable.

"What news makes the sister so nervous?" The red girl is also curious, and it is not unusual for the sister to be so nervous.