The eye strength is under pressure, although it is recovering, but it is impossible to make a quick move, and they are so tied up that they can’t make it.
Qingyang, you can trust me to destroy Cang Lan and suddenly turn a pair of chilly beautiful eyes and stare at fierce Qingyang seriously and ask.
Fierce Qingyang slightly one leng see out surging billow red hair dancing with hell industry flame heart sank slightly laughed.
I’m really angry now, but I need to put it out in a synthetic way. Seeing those blisters getting bigger and bigger, the number of faces is getting clearer and clearer. Just stop them for me.
When I fought for you, I got the message, endured the pain in my legs, stepped into the edge of the blood fog, turned my head and looked bright, but I should still sell my color.
The water explodes and explodes, and the fierce green sun drives the fierce green sun, and the blood fog jumps almost synchronously. The two women rushed to fly up and flaunted their arms, and the surging billows were destroyed head on. A little blood fog rushed up and suddenly spun up a circle, sending out an ancient and complicated pattern light, a strange and chilly mantra chanting, and slowly swinging a moving song that impacted the wind, I don’t know how tired it was.
Destroying Cang Lan’s fierce Qingyang bears double entanglement. Although the hundreds of jade arms are weaker than before, they are still a lingering death. He can’t help but yell out Cang Lan’s words, hurry up for the big ye.
Qingyang flickers and listens to the evil Cang Lan and drinks a fierce one. Qingyang immediately reverses his hand. Qingyang sword doesn’t launch a firm but gentle sword. With a sharp blade, it hisses and breaks the top layer. See the earthworm-like limbs with the same broken body, but there is a trace of blood on his face.
At the same time, the fierce Yang Huo tried his best to rush and destroy Cang Lan’s whole body in blood fog, and the blood fog fell heavily with red petals, and he caught the young man collapse.
Hundreds of arms rushed wildly, followed by two female fangs. The figure song reached the highest point of wailing, but it still couldn’t hide it. Cang Lan Huo tried his best to urge the magic formula to be extremely dry, and Kun borrowed blood to shadow the demon light.
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A large blood-red sutra whizzed and spun, and it collapsed like a blood flower, and it rose like a large piece of broken light and complicated lines on Mars, and suddenly dispersed more than a dozen dragon-like lotus flowers and rushed to the large jade arm.
Two female ghosts with fangs bear the brunt of being swallowed up by the lotus flower. Seeing that their neck is broken, a large piece of flesh and blood is torn and a burst head, lotus flower continues to dash, and the end is connected with the jade arm that is high in the circle. Suddenly, all ghosts in the wind are crying and screaming, and the eardrums of Cang Lan will be destroyed immediately.
Destroy the surging billows, narrow your eyes, and turn sharply, which means to stroke the lines on your right arm, and suddenly rush to count the lines, and the black light wraps around his fingers, and turns into a sharp whip, and then rushes into that piece, which has smashed several jade arms, and the lotus flower is thrown into the ghost howling and flying half by the teenager himself.
See a lotus flower whizzing in the middle, swinging from the center with an extreme elongated face shape, three black holes yanking away in three directions, rapidly pressing and rushing to destroy Cang Lan’s face, and then destroying Cang Lan’s face, standing high in the rotating circle, dancing in the sea, stunned by lang’s red eyes like a god of death, motionless, staring straight at the face with high head and howling with anger.
At this time, the lotus flower reversed like the big wave of lang, and it broke through the face. It was blown up and collapsed with heavy fog, and the water was drawn all around, and several dragon splashes were rushed up, scrolling with several brilliant red paper money.
Destroy the surging billows, feel a detached one knee and pounce on the circle, and look across the complicated lines. Fortunately, just before a tug, those jade arm faces were thrown into the semi-windward and blown away, and only then did they go to turn this layer of water up by roots. He knew that the water image was the weak junction of the human world here. If it were shaken, it would be really a ghostly Manchu scene.
Call out Cang Lanke, the ghost of the underworld, and the air pressure will be the highest in a short time. This amazing circle of power, however, the vibration of the internal organs will become more and more clear, and the chest blood will surge and swing, and the heavy scar on the chest will be encouraged like a twisted earthworm.
A little condensate gas extinguishes Cang Lan’s eyes and closes them severely, only to dispel the large magic color in front of him briefly. Teng Guang turns around and falls on the blood fog. This piece of bloody fog is like a cotton wadding, and it is surrounded by the fierce green sun, lying on its limbs in a trance. At first glance, it seems that the boy is already broken and bloody.
The frantic flying whirlwind is still crying, but the lingering and seductive song is a sigh of relief. If it is like a shadow rushing into the waterside pavilion, the red curtain will be torn off, like a dark red jack-o’-lantern floating in the wind, like a blink of an eye.
Qingyang destroyed Cang Lan, bent on one knee and put the fierce Qingyang in his arms and whispered, Hey, you’re dead.
Fierce Qingyang’s breathing with eyes closed is still heavy and sluggish. It seems that there is a huge pain in his chest. Frowning slightly, he raised his hand and leaned out to the chest. Zhang Canglan’s left hand and five fingers were forced to be in disorder. Part of the natural cold was the pure cold, and the fingertips were flat on the chest of fierce Qingyang.
The fierce Qingyang’s heart beat as violently as if it were about to break through the chest, but it gradually calmed down when the cold was small and continuously infiltrated. I could feel the breathing like scraping a rough wall with my hands buried deep in my chest. Suddenly, I saw the fierce Qingyang smile and show my eyes a ray of light. I stretched out my hand and patted it out, covering my chest and hands.
Just now, I was almost dead. The strong green sound was weak, but the breath was hissing and breathing. The unruly and natural smile was small, but it was still intoxicating, but Canglan thought it was too early for me to die.
Ha, put out Cang Lan with a light smile, lift the fierce Qingyang up, turn around and sit against his back, and the blood fog will burst into a shaking like it will collapse. I’ll add a true qi to the blood fog first or it will leak soon.
It must be because you are too heavy. In fact, the fierce Qingyang also knows that their eyes are extremely light. This is the fact that the living human body is forced to suppress the knot by the ghost gas, but I still can’t help but tease and destroy the surging billows. I also owe him such strength. It seems that taking advantage of a surging billow is better than the best medicine.
It’s nice to play loquacious, put out surging billows and smile bitterly, turn your hands lightly for a few weeks, and press the faint lotus flower in your hands to go away, and the blood fog swells, and then it enriches a lot and slowly rises in a piece of brilliant red paper money that seems to never fall.
In front of the two teenagers is the soft red ghost water pavilion, which is also swinging with the water. A living creature sleeping in water will usually open its eyes and stretch its limbs at any time.
The wailing and weeping wind gradually stopped, so the misty and blurred sad song started again, singing heartbroken words, and the feeling of being touched by soft fingers all around came back.
Er, the fierce green sun leans upward against the back of her head, regardless of the wind, and still remains rouge, bloody and mixed aroma. Breathe deeply, and please quickly dispel the stagnation in her chest, and lightly bump the shoulders of the Cang Lan. What do you think our mind is doing? People have already prepared one hand and are waiting for us to deliver it.
Presumably, when I followed the sedan chair, I was found out. His voice was as frozen as his eyes at the moment, but those who were prepared had to be careful
You’re the only one who is careful. You always decide to make a big move when you smile bitterly. You must be in pain now.
Life and death first, I want to destroy Cang Lan and gently cover my chest and say with smile, but someone blushed just now, presumably intoxicated with that tenderness.
Come on, I can’t help thinking about that kind of desire that burns all over me. I can’t help but spit out how are you? There are so many beautiful women around, even if I know it’s a ghost.
This is what the Bones Niang means to destroy Cang Lan. Suddenly, the heavy sinking interrupts the fierce green sun. I can see his cold side face and attack this soft spot with one eye. It really caught me off guard.
At this moment, suddenly, Glide came with a series of smiles, charming and rippling, with a bit of huskiness. After wailing, the woman smiled softly. The sound was soft and charming, and a limp and numb attack hit their bones. However, this smile also brought a layer of offensive, which seemed to be a kind of ecstasy in surgery.
The charm in the smile is warm, soft and smooth, but the smile comes from the deep darkness, and the temptation seems to lead people to jump off the cliff and jump into the arms of a dense bone.
Well, when Cang Lan finally felt calmer, the cold started more slowly than before, so the wound showed almost no signs of healing and he was still bleeding. He still endured the pain, condensed his mind and turned to the direction of laughing, tugging at the fierce Qingyang arm and slowly getting up.
The pain of fierce green sun is worse than that of destroying surging billows, but it is forcibly suppressed by his heroic spirit, which seems to be able to suppress all the pain and support him. Both of them turn to the red curtain and fly in the misty water pavilion, staring at each other in the high blood fog.
Well, the host invited us to destroy Cang Lan, took up his hands, tightened his bones and muscles a little, and the meridians swelled, which means that he still smiled with a cold demeanor.