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The 381st chapter is mixed with the yuan, the magic flames, blood bones and seven contracts, four joint efforts, so that the situation is very nervous.

Wen Yanbo cold face, with self-powerful cultivation, oppressing, drinking: "Lin Yun, you dare to kill my core disciple, dare not recognize?"

"It is also interesting. Is these three waste not to kill me? Dressed in my hand, are you very strange?"

Lin Yun is indifferent, faint.

This is not slow, nearly ridiculous tone, and the face of Wen Yanbo is black.

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You with other Zongmen, I am too lazy to ask, I don't pay out the fine storage bag, don't want to go out of this silence.

The old age of the Queen, the eyes are filled with strong killing, and they stare at Lin Yun.

"There is also my magic flame Zong Bai Yue's Qiankun Yinyang Dan!"

"My bloody door is cold, there is no loss to the Temple, you have to compensate.

Otherwise, I let your boy, taste the hundred and eight penalties of my bloody door, so that you can't survive, you can't die!

Three arrogance, named the name, and Lin Yun wants to spit out of the harvest in the Temple.

"Off!

My disciple of my Lingxiao Pavilion, when did I turn to you?

Luo Feng's old man put out the sharp sword, and the sharpness was stood in front.

Wen Yanbo's eye bead turned a circle, and the heart is clear, if the light is a trunk of his mixed yuan.

Today, I still don't have this Lingxiao Pavilion, but there are too many people who are sinned, but give him a chance.

When the yin surveyed laughed: "Everyone, why bother with this old ghost, this kid in the treasure of the sword.

It is definitely on him and takes him away directly.

If the Lingxiao Sword, if it is not honored, I will join hands and I will die!

"If you want to take away my Lingxiao Pavilion, I am afraid that you don't have this matter.

In the camp, the sword is flashing on the old face flashing, holding a cloud sword, ovel over.

"Is it so good that there is such a foothold, it has a sword, and the priest is a prouder. The proud family is seven people teamed up.

Only you are present, the old man is not afraid of you!

The long-term old man of Qi Tingburg, the five fingertips opened, and a sharp suction is surprised.

The radiant snow, in front of him, the moment of stunning suction, instantly rolling, I want to take Lin Yun together.

Lin Yun has long been vigilant, and the other five fingers have just opened the moment, and the swords that he smashed together suddenly broke out.

Dragon Hao Tiger, raise his hand, put the opponent's suction.

Even if the old man is repaired, you can think of Lin Yun's past, and he is too small.

"This kid is really high.

The seven distals is flashing in the old old eyes, the truth is suddenly turned, and Lin Yun, who wants to make a more violent means.

"Looking for death!

The sword is long and the old eyebrows, almost can't see how he is shot, there is a sword with the long and old old ejaculation of the seven distals.

" sword!"

The old face of the seven Terms of Territories is slightly changed, and it has to be blocked.

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He flashed enough, and the other long and disciples of the seven distals, but he was a few people in this sword.

"Go together!

Wen Yanbo is here, and I know the opportunity.

In the sputum, the old dragon icon is filled, and a group of old fellows will kill the past.

"Yan Yun boxing, fire burning the sky!

The force of the dragon icon burned, and the same is a cloud of cloud, can be in the hands of Wenyanbo.

The power is more than a chapter, it is more than a few times, more than ten elders and him, the same, the same is a cloud.

Time, the raging fire is connected, and the flame is condensed into a huge and horrible huge beast, and the old man is falling in the old man.

Endless fire, as if falling from the sky, this scene is extremely shocking.

Obviously, Wen Yanbo is preparing for it. If it is not cooperated with other elders, there is no such perfect point.

Lingxiao Sword Law, Sword, Lingyun!

The scorpion sword, from the fire, the bright sword is light, like a round of sun, to destroy the power of the dragon, and crush the burning dragon icon.

"Puff]!

The senior hand of the sword is holding the cloud sword, which is proud, and the sword is spent.

The terrible power of Yu Yunjian, let the four elders present, and the face is changed.

When the sword, he broke ten elders.

"Yu Yunjian, the name is not intriguing, there is no need to talk nonsense with this old guy.

Let's go together, live catching Lin Yun!

The eyes of the eyes are very powerful, and this seven distals is old, but there is no meaning to retreat.

The paradise outside the territory of the Empire, this is no different from the bandits, and the evil repairs will be active on weekdays.

Don't grab Lin Yun storage bag, this helper will never give up.

"Hand!

The Magic Fire and the blood of the blood don't live, and I saw the seven distals, no longer hesitated.

"Sword!

Luo Feng, the old and cold, took the lead in the sword, for a while, the heavy snowy silence is in the wilderness, and the long sword is the sound of the long sword.

The Sword Pavilion is up and down, no matter how long the old and disciples, there is not much fear of fear.

"After all, I still war.

"If the Ling Xiaojian Pavilion is a conclusion, it is not a Lingxiao Sword. I am afraid that all war is willing to retreat.

"This mixed element is also too much, and those evil repairs have nothing to have, and an imperial zone actually does not have to face.

"It is no wonder that it has always been fighting in the years, it seems that it is not reason.

"However, the Lingxiao Sword is still a little enough, and the four-session is connected to the power contrast gap.

Can only weird Lin Yun, the limelight is too strong, and there are too many people.

"Yeah, the end of the past, although there is also a battle, but the five major doors are definitely the first time.

At the destruction of the wasteland, the remaining sectors are old, and they are somewhat indignant, and there is not much accident.

Under heavy treasures, the martial arts will be big, and the Zongmen is not.

What's more, Lin Yunzen Top Ten Floor, creating a legend.

He has gone, I am afraid that I am far from being too far, it is inevitable that it is unpleasant.

This Lingxiao Pavilion, a total of 18 Purple Director, forty-eight semi-step violent affairs, and the election of the election.

Strength lineup, it is not strong, but it is obviously not enough compared with the four of our hands.

If there is a sword, the strength is comparison, it will be more disappear.

The swordsman is up and down, there is a gas, there is no one to retreat in this desperate.

No matter what contradiction between each other, at this moment, at this moment, the enemy is in the enemy.

"Sword Praise, what is it?

In the thunderstorm, Xinyi has a long hair, and the snow is flying, and a sword is angry.

The Jian Mang is condensed into a lightning-like shocked, dazzling, glaring.

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Time, one famous disciple, have flocked to Xinxin.

Five servings, the masters of nearly 100 purple affairs killed.

The real yuan roar, the sword is stirring, all kinds of killing, hit in the air, the scene is shocking.

Lin Yunxianee, blood is boiling, not from autonomy, I think of a scene in the eighth floor.

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I don't want him to shoot, a cold bloodthirsty style is coming, I will see Mu Xiu's cold hand holding a sword, look at him indifferent: "Today, not only you will die, the long and disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion will also be accompanied by you. Go to hell to repent.

The voice is falling, its face is embarrassed, and it is flying.

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Its people have not fallen, the bloody swords, in the air, in the air, it is shocked.

In the flying messy snowflakes, the frostful swordsmanship is like a substance.

My sword, glory is forever.

When holding a funeral sword, Lin Yun did not remember this sentence, screaming, pulling the sword.

Break!

The Water Moon Sword is a wave from him, and the sword will be smashed in half a sword.

"How much grows? But, still die!

Mu Xiu's cold grinned, people in half of it, tatched the Jiujiu 88th sword.

Every sword contains bright red blood, and the sound is diffuse, wrapped around a lot of resentment, very terrible.

"Malang!

The funeral sword is simple and slender sword, under the perfusion of the real yuan, cold and humiliate, the stunned, like a dream.

Lin Yun wrist, the sky is sword, and it is flat, and it is condensed into a wavy flower.

A touch of sword light, the pen is straight, stirring with the sky.

Waiting to the sword light condense, and finally put into a stormy waves, and wrap countless snowflakes into it, and meet the swords shadowed in the air in the air.

Boom!

Snowflakes, swords and shadows dissipated, and the color of the cold eyes flavored in the cold eyes.

He kills the trick in full in full, in the hands of the other party, it is so little written.

Handheld the sword, the swords on Lin Yun's body, in this big snow like a proud red plum.

The foot tips in the ground, he dances like a red plum, and it is like a green smoke.

It seems a light figure, but hidden, no one can ignore the sharpness and arrogance.

Hey!

In the air, it has been frenzy, and there is still not completely avoided this sword.

Right shoulder is acted, blood splash.

"You alive.

Lin Yun landed, said calm.

"People who will die, dare to be so arrogant!

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Two figure, turning the wind blowing, falling around the cold, but it is a thoroughness and white Yue who got rid of the Jian Pavilion.

In the Hall of the Hall of Heaven, the two were defeated in Lin Yun's hand, and it could be promoted to Xuanwu ten.

For Lin Yun, it is not afraid, the heart is very heavy, just want to wash the shame in the Hall of the Hall of the Hall of the Hall.

"Don't be light enemy, this person's sword is a bit weird.

Mu Xiu's cold looked at the eyes, the right shoulder's wound, the cold voice said.

Fortunately, he flashed enough, if not, this sword will take it directly.

"Let's go together, his storage bag, our tribute.

The Jingli faint, five people, he only in the Meilun cloud storage bag, this should be his handle.

With anyone with his hand, it is nothing.

"I am working together.

White Yue licked the dried lips, showing quite smiles on his face.

"Picture? Normal.

Mu Xiu wanted to think, nodded agreed, flashing in the eyes of greed.

He didn't enter the Temple. If you don't want, if you can flatten the storage bag of Lin Yun, it is undoubtedly a huge gain.

"I hope you don't regret it.

The look of Lin Yunxiang, a cold, and the funeral sword in his hand.

It seems to feel the killing of his heart, whiteline, and cold.

Three people don't worry.

In the wind and snow, a young woman hit a green shirt, holding a long sword, and hitting the past toward the three people.