Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Situ was interrupted by despair and resentment. Linghe was shaking and standing still. The monsoon smoke immediately let the soldiers help him down. He collected the evil sword and then used the epee of Yang Lan. , directly cut off the head of Situ Yu!

At the moment when Situ's head was cut down, the smashing armor that covered him also disappeared, turning into a stencil mark and falling on the side of the soil.

The monsoon smoke bent over and took Situ's armor mark in his hand. It was also stained with large pieces of blood. With the blood of the remaining temperature, she wiped it off and took it away.

Then he looked up and looked at the soldiers of the Qingyi Army who had already been the six gods.

Many soldiers, after being swept by the monsoon smoke, felt that their legs were soft and no one dared to look straight into the sight of the monsoon smoke. They all feared and lowered their heads.

The mouth of the monsoon smoke sneered a sneer.

God knows what you did.

What about the name of the military **** in Situ? Among the 150,000 troops, none of them was sincere and loyal to him.

It is more dead than Yang Lan and Ji Yan, and the soldiers under his command are still obsessed with revenge for them.

This is the biggest gap.

The monsoon smoke was not interested and the soldiers of the Qingyi Army were embarrassed. Instead, she took Situ’s head and walked toward the battlefield that was nailed in place.

"What are you doing?" The monsoon smoked like a smile and looked at the fire. This kid said that he was involved in the war, but he did not see him. The whole journey was like watching a movie.

The fire is mild and looks at the monsoon flue: "I think, you will be more willing to solve your own problems."

Killing Fiji is a breeze for him, but... He knows that Fiji is useful for monsoon smoke.

The monsoon smoked a light smile. If it wasn't for the **** dirt on his hands, he would have to pinch a small face that was a serious fire.

Zhan Fei stood in the cold and stood in the same place. Because he couldn’t move, he didn’t know what was going on behind him. The only thing he could do was to listen with his ears, but the more he listened, the more he let him Feeling flustered.

Just as the war was scared, a pale face appeared in front of the battlefield.

Situ’s oozing head was now smashed in front of his eyes. He could clearly smell the fresh **** smell and clearly saw Situ’s eyes in the godless eyes. , the fear of freezing before death.

Only one glance, the war Fei almost did not scare the urine.

The eyes of Zhan Fei suddenly got the boss, and the eyes were almost not given out. In addition, fear in the eyes was despair.

Situ is dead?

Situ Hao actually died! !

"War, do not talk to your old friends, how are you?" The sound of the monsoon smoke and laughter was suddenly introduced into the ear of the war, and Fei Fei turned his eyes to the line of sight, and saw the monsoon smoke smile. Look at him.

That smile, so that the warfare was frightened.

The fire broke out and the hand was released.

The battle of Fei Fei fell on the ground, and the body shook like a frightened beggar, and even the body's armor was scattered with the looseness of the mind.

"Season... Season... General of the season... Rao... Rao... Forgiveness..." The warfare stuttered and his face was scared and whiter than paper.

The monsoon smoke smiles and looks at the fiercely frightened Weifei. "Where did the warriors go to the heights of the past?"