"But a piece of scum in the sea of ​​people really treats himself as a black lotus?"

The sound of sounds is constantly sarcastic, and the sword in the hand is faster.

Only a purple meteor was left to pass by.

"Wen Sheng...you deserve to die." Wen Yin bit her lip, her eyes harshly.

Twin flowers, twin sisters.

One is strong and the other is weak. If she hadn't thought about family affection, she should have cut off her limbs and become a human pig!

The heavy sword was powerful, and the pressure of building foundation burst out, and Wen Sheng retreated one after another.

"Go to die!" Wen Yin smashed the heavy sword in his hand, killing move!

Nine Dragons Draw Sword!

Ancient martial arts.

"Dong!"

The Ten-Terminal Demon Sword smashed on the ground, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wen Yin's mouth.

She has a good grasp of strength and cannot die.

It's aborted.

"Ha, overestimate one's own ability." Wen Yin put away the heavy sword and his heart suddenly tightened.

Looking back.

Under the moonlight, in the air.

The girl in yellow appeared like a ghost, and the spiritual patterns on her chest had not yet dissipated.

Wenyin was stunned and saw a red fire bursting in front of her.

The heat waves hit my face.

This...this is impossible!

Dharma practice?

The two of them went back and forth.

When you hear the sound, you build the foundation, but when you hear the sound, you can only practice qi.

But Wen Sheng has been using any means and can be used.

The unexpected talismans and the ubiquitous formations make it hard to guard against when hearing the sound.

Wen Sheng couldn't support him vaguely.

Qi training and foundation building...

A world of difference.

But she didn't want to retreat just now.

She has retreated again and again in the past eighteen years.

She... doesn't want to retreat.

She was a young man, and she should wear a bright clothes and be angry at the horse, not afraid of the sharpness of the sword.

Wen Sheng's wrist hurt. When he drew his sword again, a black figure had already rushed forward one step ahead of her.

“Hey?”

Wen Sheng fell to the ground and looked at Pei Yan's back.

Resolutely.

Hmm...

If you want to talk about the deep hatred of blood... Pei Yan and the Tianxu Sect are right...

White Moonlight...opposite.

The elder sister should be Pei Yan and Wen Sheng crying.
Chapter completed!