Dong Ning destroyed Cang Lan and roared out Cang Lan suddenly. A plan was born to support Dong Ning’s rotation on the top of his head, with one leg bent and one leg upright like an arrow for maximum strength.

Mo Qingfeng catches your brother’s surging billows and growls. Dong Ning is surrounded by a bloody purple fog. Dong Ning rushes to the ground. Mo Qingfeng hurriedly throws his sword and tries his best to connect Dong Ning to his arms. Both of them fall off at the same time to listen to a bang. The Tai Chi sword in Dong Ning’s hand has been broken in half.
At the same time, it still stung in the high-altitude Cang Lan’s chest, and the bloody cannibal knife gas surrounded him and suddenly merged him and twisted him in the center.
Drink out Cang Lan without practicing one stroke and one style, but he can be flexible and see that his right hand has just swung back to the fine thorn tentacles and surged into a frenzy. There is more than black fog, and the red flower knife gas collides fiercely, bites and explodes, and the mixed vibration is high, and the blast wind is broken immediately.
See the faint blood color constantly falling and still alive, generally constantly twisting, black thorns have been completed in succession, and it is evenly matched. Suddenly, the airbag is broken by the limit, and the knife gas is shattered, and the red flowers are scattered, and the Cang Lan shape is now destroyed. The right hand is connected with a huge and broken twisted thorn branch, and Ling Fei sweeps away and the blood purple aerosol erupts.
Dong Ning Mo Qingfeng held Dong Ning in his arms, tightly buckled his veins and forced him to wake up. When he saw the scene before him, he couldn’t help mumbling, "Destroy Cang Lan". Are you redemption or destruction?
Bang out Cang Lan mercilessly fell to the ground and tried to attack those knives. He didn’t have the extra strength to control his body shape, so he fell off a solid joint. The wrong sound was nothing. Destroying Cang Lan immediately accumulated an offensive and turned over. He still spewed thorns and his right hand frowned and angered.
He didn’t see that the attacker was really in the flame, or that the bloody fire was a lift to his body strength. Seeing that the man’s ghostly figure teleported high and rushed to the flame to spin down, the weapon in his hand was not in the sky, and the murderous look had gone out. Seeing that the man’s hand was a huge meniscus blade behind him, he could kill at any time.
The man fell straight in front of the Cang Lan, and the two men were surrounded by a bloody fire, swirling and colliding with each other, and the gas in the body of the Cang Lan was constantly churning, but it had not yet been combined into true qi, while the opposite person was full of qi.
You are from the underworld.
Seeing that the long hair was red and dew was like rotting black and green eyes, the evil spirit of the male smiled and raised his hand and gently waved his forehead. The pronunciation was like a demon, and it was difficult to distinguish between men and women. I didn’t expect that Qinglian Zongzhong was still a middleman
Destroy Cang Lan’s right hand and swing it diagonally in front of him. Who are you? Cold way.
Is it so rude for a man to ask people’s names without reporting his name first?
Since you say that nonsense, Cang Lan’s five fingers are hooked, and the eye spots of the right hand demons are fierce, which also arouses the body cold and hot air to roll. Just tell Yamaraja.
Vote for pk and get points. Chapter 43 Demon Knife and Blood Moon Sword Pneumatic Sky
That rare man gave a sharp laugh, and the crescent knife in his hand repeatedly whirled to start a sweeping cold wind. It’s really interesting, but it will be you in Yamaraja.
Destroy the surging billows, feel the stabbing pain, and the cold wind forced me to face it, but it didn’t reach me. The natural cold eleven proudly stood on the ground and stared at the man’s offensive. A rare man frowned slightly and was surprised in his heart. He was also an offensive. Few people can keep this straight and not be forced to retreat. In my heart, I secretly dared not relax.
With that pile of broken branches, a rare man laughed coldly and made a mistake. Suddenly, he rose and picked up a machete. After nine days, the blood moon went straight to destroy Cang Lan Tianling and couldn’t stop me.
Well, put out Cang Lan, sink your breath and drink, and wave your right hand like a flash to stimulate the palm of your hand to spit into the sky, and the thorns surge and swing into a strangulation potential, and the strange man greets you with tit for tat.
Two moves of breaking the night and destroying Cang Lan can actually make the spirit surge. Instead, it can hold the spirit of the rare man straight. Seeing that the crescent moon giant knife splits the face, it comes with the cold knife, and the Cang Lan is destroyed by waving its hands. Listening to a loud noise, the blade of the giant knife slams into several thorns and swings a wave of gas.
The two of them are full of flames, and the rare man almost sticks out the evil spirit in Cang Lan’s face and laughs.
You’d better concentrate on extinguishing Cang Lan’s eyebrow sneer and suddenly interrupt the man’s discourse hand, and twist several thorns in his hand into an entangled vortex, and an impulse suddenly hits a rare male figure.
Uh, the rare male face was cold, and the turbulent thorns were caught in his hands. Although the huge knife was immediately cut off by the blade, it was unable to stop the heavy attack. Seeing the destruction of Cang Lan’s hands, Holly pushed the heavy thorns and fine thorns, and they all stood up and suddenly climbed the rare male arm. A tear rang and pieces of dark green blood splashed out Cang Lan’s face.
A rare man did not cry, but showed a neurotic and hearty smile. He was bitten by the arm in the center of the thorn branch. He reversed the force and gave a hard twist to listen to the blade’s sonorous outward cutting off the thorn branch layer by layer to destroy Cang Lan’s right hand to shock the painful palm. magic eye shrank sharply. At the same time, the rare man took off his arm and lifted the meniscus knife to destroy Cang Lan’s soul at very close range.
Destroy the surging billows, feel the knife light flash, but suddenly stop and see the blood around you. The purple fog is filled with smoke, which blocks the cold blade. Here, when destroy the surging billows, grind your teeth and start the cold heat, and follow the two arms, your hands will suddenly set up a large red brilliance.
It’s amazing that a rare man can be really surprised, but he was hit head-on by the lotus flower without a knife. It’s not a technique or a martial force, but it’s a stab to the bone. The man sank and roared and flew away. Seeing that the flames behind him condensed into several fire dragons, he rushed around his body and lifted him high.
Destroying Cang Lan also rolled over and flew back several steps before standing firmly in the wind with two blood clotted crystals. Seeing this, Mo Qingfeng will still grind his teeth in a coma. Dong Ning gently flattened the cracks in his hand and the cool breeze sword shook towards destroying Cang Lan.
Destroy Cang Lan’s side head and see Mo Qingfeng’s scarred face, but he has stood beside him as calm as a virtual one, staring at the bloody flame and keeping a close eye on the rare man’s offensive.
Mo Qingfeng extinguishes Cang Lan’s faint eyebrows. See Mo Qingfeng indifferently. Looking back, he slowly crosses the breeze sword to store the offensive.
Destroy Cang Lan Mo Qingfeng with a wry smile, but be firm and generous to die. Don’t be distracted.
He wants to work together to deal with the man, and destroy Cang Lan’s heart. He has not cultivated his true spirit, and he is angry with heaven. I’m afraid he will suffer from the evil spirit of that rare man. Mo Qingfeng, who is so profound in true spirit, is more likely to find that man to kill.
Why do you listen to the fierce flames two to one? Yin and Yang are indistinguishable from each other. Gherardini is sharp and harsh. This is the Taoist school, Qinglian Sect, who sent the underworld to learn.
You can still say such a thing when you enter the massacre. Destroy Cang Lan slowly and hold up your hands. Red light and ice are cold and hot, and follow the sneer at me closely. Although I don’t know much about the underworld, I can already know a thing or two about your virtue.
Destroy Cang Lan, the rare man, let out a long laugh, and listen to a burst of knife gas, which swept away several times. The knife gas rushed in with the bloody flying flowers.
Solitary destroy Cang Lan mumbling repeat eyes fierce fly step behind Mo Qingfeng drink a way: I’ll block your luck to deal with him first.
Yun Zhao Mo Qingfeng didn’t answer. Seeing that Cang Lan had rushed straight at the sky with knife light and red flowers and blood, the long cold wind and hunting dance blade didn’t see the young man flinch. It seemed that he was born proud of heaven and earth, and all of them were dazzling glory.
With this move, I’m Mo Qingfeng. I’m really going to rest my life. Mo Qingfeng smiled faintly and waved his sleeves and flew up like a firefly to cover Dong Ning behind him. He cast a glance at his already disabled brother’s eyes, and Wang Yang suddenly turned around and waved his sword and rushed to the top like the true spirit came to light.
This destroyed Cang Lan’s hands were transported with cold and hot luck, and the knife gas was broken by cold and frozen, and burned by fire. However, in his heart, he felt that it was wrong to look back and wield a sword to form a law. Mo Qingfeng felt that the dead air pressure was quite ominous
Destroy Cang Lan, where are you looking at? Suddenly, I heard the strange sound of the lonely man approaching directly to my ear. Destroy Cang Lan, but I turned back and felt cold light splitting to the sky until the soles of my feet were cold.
Solitary candlestick will meniscus giant knife pressure minimum has been a knife chop out surging billow a body paradox charm laughs can’t do without concentration.
Destroy Cang Lan’s eyebrows, tremble, and crack. It keeps coming from your body, but it immediately surges up. The natural cold has little effect, but it spares no effort to fill the wound.
This is a lonely feeling of chill, and even the chill of one’s own blade can be overcome by frowning, flying backwards and holding the knife in a half flame. What is the chill and so on
Seems to think of something, but I have to be turned away by a fierce shock wave to look at Mo Qingfeng with murder.
See Mo Qingfeng holding high the cool breeze and swordsmanship, pointing to close together and touching his lips, making him angry, solemn and solemn, and his lips keep flying. A piece of Guanghua gushing and rolling like a scroll, and the scripture operators fly and spin, and a piece of divinatory symbols rises from his feet. Fei Ying’s layers of expanding circles are interlocking and constantly oscillating like a lotus.