: 228 wind up the clouds, Qiankun first exposed

The words are lost, Su Huan, Mei Er, Wen Yuyi, want to accommodate four people, Hua Yin five people step forward, the word is arranged behind the flowers.
"Good momentum!" The sand eagle flashed the meaning of bloodthirsty. "There are people who can not even slash the sand with more than 20 sands. It is not simple... let the arrow!"
The flowers were so horrified that the invisible madness was released, and the yellow sand was rolled up, and the Rangers of the Shaying Eagles rushed over!
The wind raged, and the horse was stunned. When the Rangers struggled to stabilize the horse, the horror had already flown out like an arrow!
The eagle on the arm stunned and the sand eagle pulled the horse, and the green scorpion turned, but passed a dark white.
Su Huan, Mei Er and others have jumped into the dust, and Yan Yu stood in the place to push the wind and sand, only to hear the sound of the crack in the sand, and a broken arrow was thrown out. !
When the sand eagle was aware, he raised his hand and said: "Kill!"
A group of cavalrymen jumped from the horseback and rushed to the camp of Yan Yuyan, while the cavalry trapped in the dust, then bowed and shot!
"Hey!" The chaotic arrow shot from the dust, and the Yanyan eyes sank, and the little ones flew forward and waited for the shot. The flowers were astonished but flicked out of the dust like lightning. The sand rolled up, disrupting the direction of the arrow, and the remaining few broken arrows were handled by the imagination and the flowers.
"Give it to me here." The flowers were scared and held down by Yan’s arm, full of seriousness.
Yan Yan calmed his face, raised his hand and swept a feather arrow, and fixedly looked at her. "Stunning, this time I still have to hide behind you?"
"But..." The horror of the clamped the feather arrow that flew over, and the backhand shot back and killed the Ranger in the sand.
Another burst of frantic feather arrows shot, Yan Yan ringed her waist and brought her into the air, Feng Yan brought a warm smile, "Hey, I have everything premise, you are!"
The joy of the beginning of the ice and snow is just like the horror of the mood at the moment, she smiles, "Oh..."
淳 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕
The two fell apart, and the white scorpion became a spin. The air knives flew out from under the palm of the hand. The volley cut off the arrow rain, and the sporadic flying out was handled by Su Huan.
Yu Yuzhuang and Murong Wei hid behind the horse, a mistake was stunned by Yan’s martial arts, a martial art that was shocked and scared.
The sand eagle was one-on-one, and the arrow rain stopped. Dozens of squadrons hike to them and surrounded them with swords.
"Su Huan, Mei Er!"
"Hunting the wind, raining!"
The flower horror and Yu Yuyan shouted at the same time: "Protect Jiner (the prince)!"
"Hey!" The flowers stunned and swept away the two Rangers nearby, but suddenly there was an arrow whistling in the ear. She flew away and looked back. She saw the three feather arrows inserted in the place I had just stepped on.
At one glance, the range of the Rangers was swept, fifty on foot, and thirty bows waiting, and twenty others stood on the periphery and did not move.
The 30 people who took the bow were also divided into several small dials, which were concentrated on her and Yu Yuyan. They put cold arrows when they were negligent, and there was a team of arrows stalking to hide in the rear.
The horror of the flower and the sigh of Yan Yan are the same, the turbulent flow behind it, and the wind and sand are rolled up. At the same time, each side holds one side, and the palm of the hand cuts the horse's leg!
After the formation of the chaos, the sand eagle screamed and swayed, and the wave of the hand slammed the squadron. The squadrons who had been killed in the squadron quickly left and left. The 20 people who stood in the outskirts rushed into the flowers and thrilled. The advantage of the chaos and the shape of the person, and then the knife!
The iron hoof is facing each other, and the blade is chasing each other. I want to let the air of the people wait for a mess, and some people are injured.
Haoyue hid behind Suhuan, he heard the sound of the horseshoe behind him, but turned his head and was swayed by the cold knife. The high horse fiercely rushed toward her. She blocked her eyes with her hands and shouted: "Miss!!!"
The archer's horror is being solved, and the position of the moon is accurately captured, but only the body that she is shuddering under the knife is seen!
Pulling back and plunging back, but unable to catch up with the speed of the knife falling, the side of the squatting hand quickly cut off the horse's limbs, but the blade of the ranger's blade was rubbed against the shoulders of the moon, and saw the blood dripping out, her arm pulled up. Two long knife marks, the clothes are broken, the flesh is turned out, and the blood flows!
The flowers stunned and rushed over to hold the crumbling moon, point her acupuncture point, and touched her cheek with an undetectable trembling, "皎月!"
The blood instantly dyed her clothes, and the flowers were horrified and painful. She looked at her deep-skinned knife wound and bite her teeth: "Hey, the pain does not hurt?"
Haoyue’s face was full of tears, and the other hand was holding her sleeves tightly:
Miss... Miss, don’t cry... It’s not hurting...

"Gongzi, I will give you a prescription for the moon!" Suhuan grabbed the wound medicine from the Ranger and quickly rushed over.
The horror stunned the back of the acidity in the eyes, handed the moon to Wen Yiyi, picked up the knife that fell on the side of Haoyue, lifted the foot, and step by step to the ranger who was struggling from the ground immediately. .
The white clothes dyed a large piece of blood, and her cold pupil released the killing effect of Shura's waves. The expressionless face was invisible, and the suffocating suffocating only wrote two words: killing !
The man dragged his broken leg back in horror, and the whine of fear in his throat, but he stepped back, but Death took a step closer to him.
With the blade facing down, the stunned hands held the handle, the cold eyes looked straight at the man's face, slowly inserted the sword into his heart, not missing a trace of blood splattering his distorted look. Despair, pain, horror... until the death is not eye-catching!
There was a cold arrow flying behind, and the stunned spine raised his hand, holding the feather arrow that shot at her eyebrows. With a single palm, the arrow was broken from it, the five fingers were loose, and the broken arrow pierced the sand.
When he raised his hand, the white shadow was like a ghost, and it was prominent among a group of black rangers. The knife fell and the knife fell. No one saw how she shot, only saw the knife pass, under the blood and screams. , all the way to kill the past!