The sword awn bends to the extreme and suddenly bursts into tears. The darkness of the sword awn makes the perception of things outside.
Yin kills the sword!
Dzogchen!
"Hey …"
Ghosts echoed in the field.
In the stone, the body is stiff, the arm is lifted high, the eyebrows are covered with blood, and the fear in the eyes gradually loses its luster.
"Hey!"
Black body with knife light sky figure is one point three rushed towards the channel.
He knows exactly the strength of the stone, and they are not equal. Stone is trying to go in front of his opponent, but he can’t even hold on to three moves.
How can he not be afraid?
When you don’t hesitate to inspire the blood-burning occult, the knife is one and crazy.
Three-step is the secret of the temple, and the three-step after the paladin is even more wonderful, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
The black man’s knife method is equally good.
Seemingly simple, direct, but straight, the sword mans spare no effort to make a difference, while Zhou Jia’s sword defense suddenly broke out and fled.
He is obviously experienced in running away.
The shadow in the passage is eerily flickering, just like a ghost.
"Hum!"
Cold hum comes from the rear.
Then several cold and biting sword lights rushed in, as if the wave covered all the winding passages of dozens of meters.
Violence!
"Poof yi yi …"
Counting the sword light, strangling the black people desperately, but dying. With the sword light, the black people also froze in place.
Hmm …
Split body and clothes
Burst!
The body fell to the ground
Jiao Ren?’
Zhou Jia, the mask, raised his eyebrows slightly.