The One and Only

"Who have you seen?"

Lin Yun asked Xiao Bingfeng.

The sword is shocked, and it is going to go without a trace, and the head of the nine blood of the pastus is cut off.

This is a very terrible means, even if the semi-Holy Saint of the Qingyuan, the semi-Holy Saint-Saint-Saint-Saint-Saint-Saint-Saint can do it.

The Blue Crow King is not an ordinary Jiuyin Nirvana, with the words, they are more horrible than a little holy.

Just are limited to certain taboos, can't succeed in stepping into the holy.

"No, I didn't pay attention." Xiaobo said, she did not see.

"kill!"

"The devil is too bad, and he is with him!"

......

The violent blood of the nine blood, so that the crows shocked halfway, and fell into a crazy emotion.

It is really curable, Lin Yun one sword, almost kills all the kings of the whole postgraduate group.

"Protect white rain."

Lin Yun saw, it is easy to pursue this matter, and the eyes are looking at the blood chaven ethnic group.

There are too many quantities, if all, you can't die, half of the holy, has to be drowning directly.

Fortunately, this group of gold vs IQ is not good, Lin Yun is not too flustered, he plans constant, said: "You stay here, I will take this group of blood."

"Well." Xiao Bingfeng nodded.

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Lin Yunmei's heart is revealed, the eyes flashed into the color, the star river swords are constantly blooming.

Bang!

He was shower and shower, and the sword was condensed into a light column. It was as if it would be shocked by the sky.

"kill!"

Lin Yun's heart is moving, the initial sword of the moment is turned, and Nirvana is full of fullness, the Sword of the Star River is constantly gathering in the sword.

Then, a sword cut out, and the next time I had a horrible picture.

Five hundred meters outside a sword light smashed the empty, the space seems to collapse, form a horror spatial vortex.

The number of colloated blood rows, was taken in the volume, , ,

The blood rolls in the altar near the thousand meters, was cleared, the blood flowed into the river, and at least hundreds of blood rolls were killed.

A very exciting scene, let the blood rouse look extremely frightened to the look of Lin Yun, this is not the devil, this is the devil!

Haunt!

A sword broke out, Lin Yunfa paired on the altar, turned into a thrive.

The blood rolls in the runaway, after the speech, immediately chased the past.

The danger of altar is resolved in an instant.

I have a fish on the net, and I will be solved by Xiaobi and thieves, and Bai Qingyu shower is incomparable.

At the hillside, Lin Yun took the golden wings, with this group of postgraduate rolls.

He deliberately sacrifice the star river swords, and the sword is light, it looks extremely vast and eye-catching, no matter where the blood grains can be seen easily.

A sword, I spent a lot of angry and swords.

Lin Yun does not need to kill this group of blood chaff, use the speed of the golden wings, and constantly lead the group.

After the state returned to the peak, Lin Yun suddenly accelerated to the edge of the secret and licked this group of blood roses.

Then, after the truck, the star river sword is injected into the funeral flowers, and the self-breath will converge.

"Go!"

Lin Yun waved, funeral flowers, hundreds of feet of swords, hanging in the air, whispering in the air.

He will expand his arms and hidden in an ancient tree.

After half a tea, it was a group of groups of gods ** sea-like, with a murder, and the heart of death flew over the burial flowers.

"Kill the devil! Revenge for the ancestors and the king!"

"The devil runs out, can't let him escape, chase!"

"Everyone chased together, the devil is willing to exhaust, this escapes."

......

Looking at the farther gardies, the roam of the forest clouds on the tree of the tree brief, quietly looked at them chasing "ourselves".

"This trick can still be used."

Lin Yun is scared, has to say that the IQ of the Blood Crow is really not enough.

"I will go back!"

Lin Yun's eyes flashed into the light, and the silent is flying toward the altar.

He turned into a rainbow, and the wind and electric rush rushed back to the altar.

"The blood roll is killed?" Xiaofen Feng has a different road.

Lin Yun smiled: "Take tens of thousands, where to kill the light, Yushu is gone, how is the white master?"

Bai Qingyu shower is Saint Hui, the eyes are closed, and the look is serene, which has fallen into some extremely mysterious state.

Her body has an oldest pressure, is blooming a little bit, and even the star river swords have been oppressed.

This kind of power is very mysterious. I don't know if it is an ancient blood of the congenital holy body, or is from the best of the altar.

"It's very weird."

Xiao Bingfeng Shen said: "You have a linked to her spiritual link, and their flesh attract each other, the soul is integrated with each other."

Lin Yun's face is slightly changed, and it is noticeable, and said: "Is it a fusion or swallow?"

"Unable to be sure." Xiaofifeng said: "This emperor has never seen this situation, Eskilo is ancient, even in the ancient, it is also the legendary myth."

"No, I'm going."

Lin Yun is slightly thinking, and the heart has decided.

If you have a mating, once the two are fused, it is inevitably swallowed by the former.

The altar is altar, is it white?

Although Lin Yun needs Younong Flower, it can not live the life of the other person.

"She ... I don't want it." Xiao Bingfeng looks.

"Night big brother, let me try it." The head of the white green rain opened, said: "After the best, the Brair is alive, it will leave a seed."

"Too risk, I can't gamble."

Lin Yun doesn't like this. He took a step forward and reached out to the shoulders of Bai Qingyu.

boom!

I just touched the body of Bai Qingyu, Lin Yun was shocked out, and his mouth also overflowed a blood.

A pound of pounds, broke out from the altar, Xiao Bingfeng and thieves can't get rid of it.

I saw the ray, and there was a wonderful overflow in the altar, and a pure and innocent pale yellow flower was born.

Sheng Hui is filled, the Holy Hourmare.

Several people fall below the altar, the flowers are fascinating, and the mood is unprecedented.

Lin Yun's injury is rapidly healed, and the flowers and Shenghui are mixed. It is like a holy gas to nourish the flesh.

"You Braho!"

Lin Yunding looks, whispered.

A piece of illusory petals on the altar bloom, incorporate white green rain, and the postal petals slowly closer.

"Damn!"

Lin Yun took the photo, and the color of the emblem was sent out. He made a resulin.

Lin Yun took this Shengwei, with this Shengwei, flew in the altar.

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It was originally melted in the fairy vine in the ground, suddenly bursting out, like a whip wrapped in the Sheng Hui, and Lin Yun took the past.

"presumptuous!"

Xiao Bingfeng is anger, she is eyebrow, she is blooming, her hand ** is now a short knife, and she has lived in these vines.

Hey!

The blade collides with the vines, making a shocking, and the void is shaking.

Lin Yun, this opportunity, holding the sun and moon, falling above the altar.

At this moment, white green rain is closed, caught in a certain kind of gods, and there is no trick to the outside world.

"This gimmick!"

Lin Yun looked at her slightly and tender face, but also distressed and helpless.

The flowers on the altar, rich to the essential, and the surface spreads gold mist.

Lin Yun is walking in the fog, and the eyes sweeped in Yue Pohua.

"Is this not your sacrifice?"

The air was tremor, and a crisp sound came from Yugui.

Sure enough, I have been born!

Lin Yunxin is vigilant, and it is busy: "No."

"Then what do you come here?" You have a flower.

"I……"

Lin Yun Zhang, said that I can't say it after I got.

He came here, naturally it came to Yongfu.

You said that he was silent, and his heart had guess probably. , I will give it to you. "

Lin Yun looked at Bai Qingyu, not from a distressed, this silly girl.

"Sorry, I refused."

Lin Yun grasped the sun and moonbow umbrella, and he looked at You Po Lu Luo.

"Rejection? Do you know who you are in your words?" You have a lot of people.

"You are talking to the gods!"

You said that the voice of Yao Braho fierce, a majestic and sacred breath, a light suddenly arrived.

God?

Lin Yun can't think about it, and the sun and moonbow umbrella are strong, and then the son sound: "Funeral!"

The pressure from Yan Po Luohua is almost instantly, and Lin Yunzhen will go out. Inly, Bao Mountain in Yield is coming out.

At this moment, the funeral flow of far away is fleeting, and the thorn is incomparable to the Sacred Yuri.

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You have a few blond juice, like a blood, splashing out, happening, funeral flowers have just moved, and they are wrapped in aerial.

boom!

The pure sky in the secret situation suddenly andd, and there was a horrible breath.

It seems that the gods are angry, and the entire secretary has continuously cracking, and the spray is disabled.

Lin Yun and Xiaobi Feng, under this breath, completely unmovable.

"God gives you death!"

You have a calm voice, which contains ambitious anger, and the giant hand of lightning is falling from the sky.

The giant hand was branded, and the Shenwei had not fallen, and the mountains were constantly fumited.

It seems that the whole world must be crushed by this giant hand, ruthless and cruel.

"enough."

It can be banned in this banned world, and there is a sound from the ancient trees, and there is not far away.

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The old man reached a finger, a sword is screaming, and the face of the eyes seems to go back.

Thunder giant hand returned to the sky, the clouds disappeared, and the sky returned to Qing.

And the best in the altar, then a little bit, the ultimate prosperity became a state of

"Sure enough, you are old!"

Lin Yun has not recovered from the shock. Xiao Bingfeng turned to the old man, and his face was very angry.

This is a master of her 100,000 years, and the ancient years is famous. It can kill the gods of the gods in the sacredness.