The Secret of the Seal

The choice of the heart is stunned by the horror of the eyes. On the other side, not far away, Yu Jinxuan is like a tiger who has scored into the flock, and he is stunned and red-eyed. Wherever he went, Qianlongwei was like a wheat that had been cut down, and it fell in succession in twos and threes.

Yu Jinxiu’s killing is very enjoyable. When I heard the snoring of the choice, I have not yet responded. I feel a sharp and unusual palm, and I’m swaying in the oblique thorns.

No need to look back, just by feeling, it is enough to make Jinxiu realize that it is a choice. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't hesitate for a moment. In Jinxiu's double fists, the spiritual power of the body was not preserved, and a brain poured out and slammed into the palm of the heart.

A series of rumbling rumbling rumbling, Yu Jinxiu with a burst of numbness back backwards. On the way, I took my eyes and painted my heart. I didn’t take much of my heart and I didn’t take much of it.

The aftermath of the collision between the two men was scattered everywhere, so that the two people were □ □, and the personnel of both sides within a radius of 100 meters were all oppressed on the ground and could not move. The collision of two nine-level monks was extremely violent. [

In the Jinxiu body shape just stood, the interest rate is being adjusted, but the body shape is not taken care of, the body shape is followed up again, and the numerous palms are drawn one after another, traversing the entire battlefield, and the two sides of the fierce battle are forced to divide. Open, the Qianlongwei, which is almost completely destroyed by the whole army, is gathered in one place. These are the capital of the choice of the heart, consumed, but no longer.

At the same time, the emperor, Nan Huairen, Luo Yuling and Pang Qiu’s look at the same time, they all withdrew their respective subordinates, and joined forces to form a confrontation with Tu Xingxin.

"Okay, okay! It seems that this seat is really underestimating you." A glance at the underground bodies, most of them from the claws of Qianlongwei and Luo Xianfa, painted blood in the heart, anger like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

"Painting your heart, your days of making good fortune are long enough. Today is your last day!" The Emperor Anzhen has been waiting for this day for a long time. His expression is both excited and resentful. .

"Doomsday? Hahaha... It's the last day, but it's your last day!" Tujie chose to laugh and laugh, and he sent a sly look.

In the hands of Jinxiu, the Red Dragon Sword took a step forward and his face was full of enthusiasm. Last time, I chose the heart of the Red Dragon Sword to win the victory. Now that the Red Dragon Sword is in his hands, this time is reported.

"Choose your heart, talk nonsense, today you and I will have to decide!"

"Yu Jinxiu, you are destined to be my defeat in this life, I will accept your life!" Tuqiao chose to sneer.

"Now it's not your turn to be crazy!" Yu Jinxiu was too lazy to paint with nonsense, toes on his toes, his body shape was vacant, and the red dragon sword flashed through the red Xia Wan Road. One of them was a hundred feet and the whole body was red. The dragon is looming.

"Here!" Yu Jinxiu screamed, and the Red Dragon Sword sneaked forward, as if ordered, the red dragon immediately opened his claws, flew out of the air, and went straight to the heart.

The choice of the heart and the cultivation of Jinxiu, half a catty, two, almost the same, a soldier like the Red Dragon Sword, enough to determine the outcome of the two. The last time I chose the heart of the Red Dragon Sword, I ate it in a sturdy slogan. This time the situation was reversed. It took only a moment of work to paint the heart and feel the invisible pressure of a stock. Above his shoulders...