Chapter 1395: We won 7

Standing at the forefront of the six islands of the island, did not look at the moon, but at the same time turned to the big shout: "All give me the spirit, we have not lost, we can also rush out..."
"Is it?" It was in the loud voice of Liu Sheng.
A cold, cold sound that doesn't have to be warm in the moon suddenly sounds.
On the mountain behind the horses and horses of the island, a solitary night of silver and white armor appeared on the top of the mountain, cold eyebrows.
The sun shone on him, and it was a cold and cold.
The flag is inviting, and the flag of the King of the Clouds is flying, which instantly fills the whole side.
It is in this banner.
The back road of the sacred horses under the straits was cut off.
Countless arrogant soldiers rushed out of the hidden mountains.
The cross knife, the bow, the sharp arrow out of the sheath, aimed at the back road of the island.
There was no sound, and there was no war.
However, that murder and the soldiers, the kind of total deterrence.
However, it is not inferior to the thousands of drums, and even more than it is.
On both sides, there is a moon in front, and there is a solitary night.
Seeing this scene in the six islands of Hidden Island, standing still in the ground, no one spoke.
Deeply twisted his eyebrows, Mu Sheng slowly looked up and looked at the western hills.
There, it should be the place where the merchants, the horns, and the two holy soldiers entered.
Both retreats have been sealed, and there should be no surprises on that side.
Just in the eyes of Mu Sheng.
On the western mountainside, Yun called a black and red armor to slowly step out.
A majestic, a murderous.
Behind the snow, the flag of the Holy Land flutters.
Just like the spring grass after the rain, the cockroach came out from the grass and occupied the whole world.
Soldiers and horses arrayed, picking in front of a long gun.
Aligned with the retreat of the two holy horses of the merchants.
The same sound was not made, but the same murderousness pervaded the sky.
The blood redness and hatred in the eyes of the sacred kings of the snow, over the sky, over the ground.
It was a silent shock, it was a silent decision.
Silent and silent, the real silence is silent.
For a time, I only heard the sound of the mountain breeze blowing, the rest, no sound.