MTL - Heaven Official’s Blessing-Chapter 236 Blood test flower fight white no phase

At this time, the three people also felt a wave of waves coming from the bottom, and they sang together: "Beware!" Seven or eight fire pillars skyrocketed, and below, they gathered more lava grievances!

Thanks to the pity: "Wind letter, give me the love!"

The wind and the letter do not say that he will throw his back on him, thank you for his pity, and admire the feelings: "Quickly kill them, worry about the dead!"

Wind channel: "Use what you say!" The bow is a chain of arrows. The scope of his weapon attack can be far more than the blessing and the wind and the wind, and the blast is screaming and screaming. Thanks for your pity: "Make it beautiful!"

The feelings on his back said: "Alright!"

The grievances are full of grievances, discuss for a while, swim to the farther front, and force together to fire. A few bangs, thank you: "The bridge in front was blown by them, they want to cut off our way!"

Feng Xin said: "I have fucked, so I am working together to hold hands and hold the group. What is wrong? I don't want to hurt anyone! I don't think you want to come up from the magma for another eight thousand years!"

As soon as he raised his bow, the lava grievous spirits dispersed. Thanks for your pity: "Don't be prepared! Jump! One, two, three -!"

At the beginning, the accumulative acceleration, the second calculation of the number of steps, the three feet under the mammoth jump - three figures vacated, crossed the bridge break gap, fell to the opposite side, continue to run wild. That Hashimoto is used for "Tongtian". Of course, the **** gradually rises, but the more you walk, the more you walk, the lighter you are. You said, "We have three, I haven’t been like this for a long time!"

Admire the feelings: "Do you mean to fight together side by side, or do you run together?"

Thanks for your pity: "Everything!"

Fengxin: "It's always like this!"

Thank you: "Yes!"

However, when something is said to be open and not to be opened, the state of mind is completely different. Thanks to pity, haha ​​smiled twice, and the eyes kept watching four times. I never saw a red shadow. I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. "Zha Lang!"

His voice echoed in the vast underground caves, no one answered. Thanks for the pity of the lips, dry and stunned. Behind the scenes, he looked at him, and for a moment, he said: "His Royal Highness, do you really like him?"

"..."

Xie pity did not expect him to suddenly ask, said: "ah. Ah?...ah."

Although his face was awkward, his ears were slowly red. Mu Qing met him in this appearance, speechless, hesitant for a moment, said: "I did not deliberately scare you, but I have to remind you, have you ever thought about... Maybe only two of us were transferred to the bridge, and Blood rain probes... No?"

Wind channel: "Are you not nonsense? Since there are only two of you here, he is of course transferred to another place..."

Having said that, he only reacted to what it means. He did not say that the flower city was sent elsewhere, but that...maybe, the flower city fell into the magma pool.

Thanks for pity, licking his lips, said: "This, how is this possible?"

Admire the feelings: "You don't think it's impossible. Blood and rain is a ghost. The ghost king is right, but it is also white. And he is the first generation of the ghost king, the owner of the Tonglushan, here is his territory, his mana is the strongest. The home."

The wind madness and enthusiasm, resentment: "Come shut up! What's wrong with you, this time you can't say something nice? He is a **** rain!" Muqing really did not say, but still defended: "I Just think that we have to think about what to do if this is the case."

Thanks to the eyes, the unusually bright red glare in the palm of the flower city, I don’t know what to say, I just want to talk, suddenly slammed. The rear wind slammed into the air and said: "What happened?!"

When the words were exported, he found that he did not have to ask.

I saw the front, the air, the sky, the stars flashing thousands of phosphorous and silver. Like someone in the sky who knocked over the treasure box filled with silver powder.

Thank you for letting go of your love and move forward. He explored his hand and gently touched the sky with a slightly larger silver light. When I touched it, I pinched it in my hand and slowly got it.

The other two also went to see, the wind channel: "This, this is..."

The feelings are directly said: "The fragments of the dead butterfly...?"

Probably because he said it was too direct, and the wind letter shouted at him. The polite hand shook a little and shook the butterfly wing that gave off a faint silver glow, and spit out a breath.

Fengxin scratched his head and said: "I think in a good way, at least he didn't really fall into the magma pool. I must have been here, right."

The empathy pointed to the side and said: "Then I played with him here. It’s a big one."

Thanks to the direction he pointed, he slightly widened his eyes.

I saw the rock in all directions, and there were numerous swords and swords in the eyes of the monks.

That is the knife mark of the errand.

Knife into the bone. Xie Pity has never seen a flower knife in the past, but his style has always been relaxed and careless. It is not so much that he is using weapons, but rather playing with a knife. These knife marks are full of killings. It is conceivable that there are more people who have played against him, how sinister this war is.

He didn't say a word, he looked down and looked down. There were no signs of falling on the bridge, and there was no gathering of cheering spirits under the bridge. This was a little peace of mind, and climbed up and ran forward. Behind the wind, the letter is full of sympathy and catches up: "His Royal Highness!"

Thank you for holding your breath. Because he didn't want to hear his breathing too fast and not calm. Disordered breathing, which is a big taboo for martial arts, not only increases the burden on the body, but also disturbs the rhythm of the heart. But holding his breath is useless. He is shaking in his hands and feet. He runs and squats. He almost slams and rolls down the bridge for dozens of laps. The wind and the feelings are called up, and he is careful. Suddenly, thank you: "What sound?"

Xie pity stopped again and turned back: "Have you heard it? Is there any sound?"

Fengxin and admiration are all saying: "Yes! Yes!"

It is the sound of weapon slamming and mana bombardment. The bridge connecting the bridge is trembled. In the darkness of the road ahead, there is light and extinction.

Someone is fighting ahead!

Thanks for the rolling belt and crawling forward. The wind letter behind me whispered: "I | Fuck, the **** of the gods blessing can be **** flowers, or he is afraid to be crazy!"

Admire the feelings: "Less nonsense, we are full of God, the Buddha can not bless, and quickly catch up! You see him stumbled like that, do not see people, first fell a dog to eat!"

Thanks for forgetting to hold my breath, so I listened to my messy gasp and ran for five or six miles, turned a few big corners, and finally, after turning the last corner, my eyes were bright.

At the end of the suspended sky bridge, a red man and a white man are fighting.

The red man was holding a slender silver scimitar, his body was ghostly, and lightning was flickering. It was the flower city. He didn't smile, he was engrossed, his face was awkward, and there was a bright red blood mark on his handsome pale cheeks. The white man is naturally white, holding a long sword that I don’t know where to get it, and the face is still a half-smile and a half-smile. However, the mask and the pity that I saw before were not the same.

It cracked from the middle.

The rift is so great that it can't be ignored. It has been cracked from the center of the forehead to the cheeks under the eyes, as if it will collapse at any time!

Both of them are fading away, and they are enchanting, and the battle is like a thousand miles. Swords and knives, flying wildly, the dead butterflies above and the lava grievouss below are also confrontational, whistling to each other, such as rushing to the sea. Every time I played against it, the magma flame pool exploded a few tens of thousands of waves, and others could not get close!

The wind letter and the enthusiasm followed, and they were all nailed to the spot by the scene, and they could not move.

No martial **** sees such a battle scene, can not be swayed!

Upon seeing the innocent flower city, a heart that was hung up high and finally fell to the ground. On the spot, I just wanted to lie down and yell at the ground, but forcibly held back. Masters have a trick, the momentary chaos can determine the outcome, not to mention, this is the battle between the two worldly ghost kings!

There is still a figure standing behind the end of the white phase. It is the national teacher. He is naturally brought here by the white phase. Seeing Xie Li and others came to breathe a sigh of relief, but they did not dare to rush. Out of voice. Who knows, Huacheng has long noticed the coming of people, such as frost-like focus and the cold look is slightly open, and finally smiled and said: "It seems that you have failed again. The temple is down. He brought people, one There are not few."

Thank you for your pity, and said: "Sanlang!"

Huacheng micro side of the first, should be said: "Brother" should be finished, the tone turned to war, said, "Brother, you will make yourself fall next time, I am angry."

Thanks and pity: "You will jump more together next time, I will be even more angry!"

"..." Hearing, Huacheng’s expression condensed, and it seemed that he was jealous if he thanked him. And he did not reveal this taboo look when he faced the white. White has no reason to bully, playing the flower city, but the words are said to thank you: "Xinle, are you two springs too proud of too much, too do not put me in the eyes?"

The eyeballs on the knives of the ancestors sighed with joy, and the bones turned wildly. The flower city turned back, and thanked and heard the sound of "hey!" 2k novel reading network