Nan Chan

The old emperor had a squirrel in the collapse, and he saw the demon smashing the sword, and the fog was greatly reduced, revealing the originally very thin teenager. The heaven and earth vision is thunderous, and there is no such thing as a half-stop.

"He has a soul of tens of thousands of people, and he has swallowed his heart. It has been cast into the body of a great demon. I can't fix it, and it is hard to repel it." Jing Lin's fingers were separated, and the heat of the place was born. The wound became painful and itchy.

"See his fine skin and tender meat." Cang said, "I simply let me eat something."

Net Lin took back his hand and stood sideways, facing the evil spirits. He said: "His original body is dead. The one now is a flesh and blood rebuilt in the blood."

"How." The sky also looked sideways. "Is it still soaking?"

The net Lin was speechless, and the sky said: "You guess what I ate?"

Jing Lin said: "...what?"

The sky is spreading hands and showing a little bit of shavings. He is like a lion who steals people's vitals. He is a little ostentatious, but he has no meaning at all.

Net Lin spent a moment and said, "Have you eaten baby?"

The sky does not feel different: "He took the road with people, and he rushed into my arms in a string."

This fat fish is so shameless that it is clear that he has licked the baby's whip and swallowed it cleanly. At the moment, he looked blank, as if he was not the baby he was interested in eating, but the infant forced him to swallow.

Although Jinglin knows that he has the power of food, he does not expect that he can catch anyone who is now swallowing. Appropriately fell from the palm of his hand and fell out of the scales one by one in his heart, told him to look at the sky deeply.

Cang said: "How do you ran with someone, and you are still red-eyed, he dare to bully you? This kid has been staring at you with both eyes, what do you do?"

Net Lin Emei, picking up the shoulders of the sky, you must look at the truth of the sky. Who knows that the force at the foot of the sky is half-sweeping, actually turned a turn around the hands of Jing Lin, back to his chest, and buckled his wrist to directly carry people back.

"I don't want to give back to the poisonous hand." The sky slammed him. "Well, you."

The net Lin was almost spit out. He was now out of the air, and the salted fish fell on the back of the sky. He said, "The bell is pulling to find him. You must not let him go tonight."

The backhand of the sky was lining up in the net of the wrist, and the body had already flashed away from the original place. But seeing the thunder of the clouds rolling, the place where the blue smoke was standing, the demon ran back in the smoke.

"Nine brothers, have you ever abandoned your commitment to the demon to seek comfort?" He sneered at the powdery white surface, "Whether, you are not the first time, the so-called practice makes perfect, afraid that it is carefully studied Let's have a waiter?"

Net Lin did not pay attention to it, but the sky was rushing to him: "My grandfather, I am not ashamed to ask, what is the ‘color service together’?”

The demon is on the palm of his hand, and his body is very mysterious, and the sky is the shadow of the pure Lin. It can be partial to life. He has been in the middle of the six months with the net, and he has not eaten much, but he has learned a lot. At the moment, the demons are tricked, only to make him unable to reach, to reach, or even to say a few words.

"Whoever learns is not good at learning your nine brothers." Cangwu shunned the demon arm and stepped over him. "Nobody beats him day and night, but it is an effective effect, ridiculous and generous!"

The demon's arm suddenly turned into smoke, and escaped from the form, followed by the smog and returned to the human arm. Jinglin's toe kicked the corner of the sky and the hidden part of the waist. I saw that the sky suddenly bent down, and a few inches short, let the evil spirits rush.

The sky caught the foot of the net Lin, and turned back and said: "I will laugh when I kick me again!"

He only knows the stone on his waist and it is not knowing whether the net Lin is a touch of skill or the stone. In any case, the sky is too late to talk about it, because the top of the head is flashing thunder, and there is no head and brains. If it is a slap, it will be robbed in advance.

The demon is in the palm of his hand, and he is struck by the sky between the electric light. The sky was swaying over the blade, and the sword was kicked and the sword was "sounding". The demon slammed between the fingers, and the sword was lifted up, and in the blink of an eye, it was pushed back to the sky. The sky saw his sword breaking the wind, straight down, his shoulders were heavy, and the net Lin held the sword with his bare hands. The sword was as if it was in the ice, and the land was melted. The Cangwu machine won the demon front chest and took a boxing back. The smog around the sky retreated, and the thunder of the sky was like a roar.

The demon is not only unscathed, but even in the fighting room. The sky was slammed by force, but the net lining slammed his back shoulders, so the sky rolled sideways, and a thunder screamed in the air, and the broken stone hit the shoulders and shoulders. The sky is not too late to get up, and the net Lin underneath bends his knees to his waist, and his body is swept away, and the net Lin has turned over.

That is as thick as the thunder of the thunder, and the net is smashing the grass, but seeing the green mang, it is on the back of the two. The thunder is fierce, and when the sky is heavy, I see that the face of Lin Lin is white, and the head is bloody. His thumb was tucked into the mouth of the net, lest the net Lin bite his tongue between the thunder.

The evil spirits are standing on the thunder, and he is free to swing his arms. Seeing that all the houses in Kyoto are at their feet, he can't help but say: "I was waiting for the **** battle of the middle of the river, but now I am naturalized, and I am being enchanted by the demon. Blessing, by what! Demon and the devil are only separated by a line, since they can save this place, the demon does not have to retreat to the blood. Net Lin, you can have a look at it, you have no use, whether it is nine days or Zhongdu, You don't need a Linsongjun!" He stared at Jinglin. "Your death is fixed, but you are ignorant. You died because of the investigation. You are also mourned to investigate the case tonight! You are one." Back, I still haven't realized it - are you **** it!"

His voice did not fall, and he saw the wind blowing in front of him. He swept the smoke and set the sword forward. Who knows that the sky is swaying behind him, and thunderously screams and screams. The demon was smashed into the ruins of the bricks and stood up to the sword. The fog is blocking in front of the Cangwu boxing, only listening to the "砰" sound deafening, the blade is actually broken and broken, and the sky hits the front of the demon, and runs through it!

However, the next moment, the sky will not know. Because the touch is like a cloud, and the devil is turned into smoke. The clothes behind the net Lin immediately break and smash a sword. The demon sword front was frustrated, and it was inserted into the skin of the sky. He fixed his eyes and saw that the rotten clothes showed a layer of hard and dark, which was a layer of scales.

"You!" The demon screamed back and was frightened. "It is you!"

The muscles of the sky are strong, and the scales melt into the skin. When you look at it, the scales are gone. He was difficult to cover his clothes, simply pulling the tattered top, seeing the red arm and stepping on the demon. The demons refused to stay close to each other, and they voted for thunder and wind, and they were actually going to escape. The sky rushed to chase him away, but he squatted in the blue smoke and scatter to the Quartet.

Jing Lin immediately smashed the stone and shot it on the side. Shizi Lingfei rushed to chase, and the green smoke whistling sounded out of the human face. He shouted: "Come on again!"

Lei Zhen was in the rain, and Qingyan had no trace.

Net Lin stood in the rain and turned over the palm of his hand. The scratch on his back, but the blood does not flow, this is the credit of the sky. His mind is like the sea, and the voice that echoes the evil spirits is "it's you." He looked at the sky again, and the sky was standing on the sorghum that collapsed. The outline was hidden in the thunder and lightning, and the gaze of Jinglin was perceived, and he looked back.

Jing Lin said: "...He clearly has the upper hand, but he does not fight."

"I want to be extraordinary." The sky jumped. "He is also reasonable."

Jinglin still hopes that the demon will run away. The sky bends over and picks him up. He said: "This is a blackmail, not easy to chase. In the chaos of Kyoto, people in Jiutian are afraid of being on the road. If you encounter another drunk mountain, it is a while. Entangled. You are standing still, you will stop tonight."

The net Lin side is drowning, and I feel tired. He whispered: "Let me go."

Cangwu opened the waste tile, ignored it, and only asked: "Where is the millennium?"

Net Lin ignored him, and the sky directly slammed his head against the side of the net Lin waist. The rain on the other side wiped the body. He sniffed and said, "Do you both hold a group? It is full of fragrance, and it can't be washed for an hour."

The net Lin Liang hand-claped the back of the sky, and the ice made him suffocate for a while, rather than relying on the net Lin, he would not let go. Net Lin was stunned by his head and squatted on his back several times.

"The millennium is under pressure." Jing Lin blinked and saw the water dripping from his side to the back of the sky, and he could not help but support his shoulder bones.

When the sky is in the back, the back muscles move with it, and the powerful and powerful feelings come. The waist is like a knife, and the muscle line is clearly glared. Following his squatting movement, Jing Lin can see the water drops slipping into the waistband and sink into the unknown squat.

Jinglin didn't want to see it, but his eyes passed several times, clearly confused about the whereabouts of the water. This kind of wet and hot close, he can breathe in the narrow waistline.

After the sky was smashed in the hands of the net, one hand opened the heavy beams. The muscles on his back emerged suddenly, and the net Lin panicked and chose to go.

The sky "Hm" sounded a meal and said: "It doesn't itch on the back, just touch it."

The net Lin finger and the palm of the hand are closely related to the muscles of the micro-long. In such heavy rain, the sky is still hot like a stove, and it is so hot that I don’t know where it is, even the thoughts of the talents are melted.

"But you don't want to bite." The sky screamed, "Don't be angry again."

The man on the back was quiet for a moment, and suddenly he lifted himself up, and the sky quickly squatted down and said, "Ha ha ha, you ha."

"Hello," said Lin Lin. "The millennium is below!"

"Find it." The sky dragged out the millennium and saw him slippery and said, "How is he dressed?"

"Evil... Tao Di likes to be beautiful, and when you see a beautiful man, you have to dress up as a daughter to be accepted."

"Tao Di?" The sky patted the thousand cheeks and asked, "Your brother?"

Jing Lin said, "Thousands of people have fallen into a magic barrier. You let me go. I call him."

"I don't want you to land." Cang sneer, "Run on long legs, not even too much to say hello, but also want to land? You will grow on me."

Net Lin said, "How can you not ask me to open another flower?"

"Whether you open." The sky is full of thousands of miles, and there is no pity for it.

Thousands of painful snoring, turn over and spit.

The sky pumped the net Lin's pa, and gave it to the millennium, saying: "If you gossip less, I will open the door. You know Chu Lun?"

Thousands of cockroaches raised their heads and licked their cheeks. Instead of picking up the cheeks, he wiped his lips and said, "I know him, how can I forget him? He is a private commander, and Zuo Lang’s death and He can't get away with it!"

"There is nothing to know about the fate of Chu Lun. It is too much to blame him." The sky suddenly paused. "Do you want to kill him?"

Thousands of sneer sneer, he looked up and said, "I don't know? I don't know! You don't know him? No! He knows it well! He has been deliberate for a long time. He wants to frame Zuolang! He is sick. Not the body, but the heart! This person is not dead, Zuo Lang is hard to see!"

Jing Lin said: "How can I say this?"

Thousands of people pulled off the beads and wiped their faces. They said, "This should be said three years ago."