Undead Farm

"Hey, what happened just now, did you see it clearly?" A man dressed in linen licked the partner next to him.

"No, nothing was seen," his partner blinked and looked at the game again.

I saw that the snow has turned into two bloods, and it has become two cuts in the pool of blood.

"It seems to be awkward, thousands... it will fall."

"Just look?"

"Just look!"

The viewers who have returned to God suddenly look at me and I look at you, my face is unbelievable.

This Qianqiu snow strength is superior in swordsmanship. The key is that she is still very fierce. Five of the audience in the audience have been bullied by her, and the number of evil women is tens of thousands!

So for her death, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the tone just rose to the throat and blocked again.

This loses people who are in the sky stone collar!

Snapped!

The purple stick old man glared at him and shouted: "Hey! The bad guys, dare to hurt people! Lei Daren..."

"Bishop Xu said, Lorraine won the game." Lei Daren picked up his hands and faintly said.

"Can..."

"Old Li, don't say it!" Xu Muzhi shook his head.

"There is only one trick for people. The death of Qianqiu Xue can only be considered as a skill, please mourn."

Xu Muzhi, as a notary public, although he also acts as a referee, but in general it is rarely directly involved in the battle, like this one is even more difficult to prevent, they can not stop.

"But I suspect that they are falsely reporting their strength! How can a country old man have such a strong swordsmanship! Right, he is either pretending to be someone else, or is..."

"I said shut up! Didn't understand?"

Xu Muzhi suddenly had a glimpse of his eyes, and two golden lights slammed into his eyes, and his face was like a god.

"Do you think someone in this world can be impersonated in my real eyes? Are you when I am jealous? As for what people have, what is it for you?!"

Seeing the frightened rabbit in the old purple stick, the night three suddenly raised a lot of good feelings for this Xu Bishop.

Well, it seems that there are still people in the church who have a clear mind.

Hey!

The relationship between the enemy and the enemy must be firm and almost shaken!

"Xu’s bishop is angry, and his men are not sensible to make you laugh." The leader of the Tianshi collar suddenly stood up and bowed to the notary public.

"Aoyuan, don't you apologize?!"

"The notary public is sorry, the villain is smashed." The old man of the purple stick trembled and bowed his head.

"But, quickly pack up the body and prepare for the next one."

Xu Muzhi waved his hand: "And, I hope that everyone can restrain themselves in the next game. Don't use killing tricks when you come up, understand?"

"Yes, adults!" Weng Ling and the purple stick old man nodded.

Due to human life accidents, this rest time was extended by 5 minutes to clean the venue.

After all, the old man started to squat, and the game was not a cross-cut but a vertical cut, which made the internal organs of the autumn snow spray all over the place.

"Master Gu, are you not a druid? How?"

Weng Ling asked the old man who came back from the waist and saw that the other party did not respond. This reminds me of the old look and never said anything.

"No one stipulates that Druid can't practice swordsmanship?"

“When people go to the old age, they always want to know how to spend their time, such as singing and dancing, dancing and raising flowers and plants. It’s normal for Lao Gu to play the sword and entertain himself.”

"Can..."

Weng Ling remembered that when he was on the night of the night, he had to play with his feet and tried to oppose it. He suddenly blushes and stops talking.

As for the sword of the old age, she did not know whether she could stop it, but dared to question people?

Well, the old hobby of old age hangs her, the ancient master is not an ancient master.

"But the old waist is not able to play the next game, you are ready." Night three thought more, said to Weng Ling.

Weng Ling’s eyes lit up, and with the hammer, he began to warm up in the original frog.

On the night of the night, I looked at the old man who was standing still, and then scratched his head and looked back at the soul that was swaying toward him.

"Is it strange that the moon sword is not only cross-cutting? How old has suddenly played a new trick?"

The cleaning workers quickly completed their work, and Weng Ling also expressed his intention to abstain from the right time. The fifth battle was finally carried out by her and the opposite old man.

"Is it actually him?"

When I saw the old man in the night, I felt a little uncomfortable.

That is the strongest person on the other side, how come now?

Do you want 1 dozen?

"Be careful, if you can't surrender, don't you know that?"

Responding to him is a white eye of Weng Ling.

"Do not worry, I have already helped your little lover to add material, to ensure that the mighty!" Bede took his gloves with his legs and smiled.

On the night of the night, she glanced at her and said, "Do you want to talk?"

Bede hugged his hands and covered his mouth with a look of innocent eyes.

"Okay, put away your acting skills, but your bio-activators will not have any side effects?"

Bedd blinked: "Do not worry, she is a little sleepy afterwards, but if you want to be more powerful, it is not impossible, I will not know what the consequences will be."

"That's still it!"

At night, he turned his head and looked back at the game.

"When the lord of the king, he met again." The purple stick old man Aoyuan arched his face and arched his hand.

"It’s just an accident, please don’t worry, don’t worry.”

Weng Ling returned to a ceremony ~ www.readwn.com ~ but her comforting words passed to the Aoyuan's ears is extremely harsh.

Accident? You actually called this an accident?

What kind of accident can split a person's sword into two? I also let you try it unexpectedly?

"Hey! See the real chapter under the hand!" Aoyuan nodded to Xu Muzhi and said that he was ready.

"So the fifth game, now..."

"Start!"

As soon as the voice fell, Weng Ling bent over and quickly rushed toward the Olympic Park.

The other party is a wind elementalist, and she is superficially a sacred priest. In fact, she still focuses on the warriors, so it is imperative to pull in the distance as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once the other party has read a large magic at this time, she will have no chance at all.

"Oh! Too slow, let you know what speed is!"

Aoyuan smiled coldly, and the purple stick was gently moved toward the left and right feet. In a moment, two weak whirlwinds lingered at the bottom of his foot.

Swift!

Still instant!

"Ok?"

At night, I saw my brow furrowed.

Swift is not an instant spell, which means that the staff is absolutely weird!

Is it another sheet metal player?

On the night of the night, I looked back and looked at the cold-shouldered Sha Wencheng. I couldn't help but worry.