Chapter 464: 1 Xiao Qing Ren Cheng

Nine Yangs ended, the Three Disasters were defeated, and the red clothing that was plundered away galloped toward the distant battlefield. 8 ?? 1 Chinese W? W㈠W. 81ZW. COM
Above the wilderness, the sword fights against the three invaders, the sleeves dance long, and the sword in the sleeve shines, with one enemy against three, without falling.
The white feet that volleyed on the volley, the odd steps are difficult to distinguish, the blue sleeves were swayed, and the halberd was wrapped around the body, the knife light appeared, chasing the soul and killing.
At the moment of the crisis, Hao palmed his sword and merged with each other. Aftermath oscillated, and he saw the double axe falling down and breaking the mountain.
"Barbarian"
The butterfly in the flower has a slightly wrinkled nose, the sleeves wrap around, and the knife shakes the double axe, with a bang, the former flew.
"Humph, this girl has great strength"
The sword is extremely martial, with one sword against three robbers, and the astounding powerful, showing the ultimate style of martial arts.
The three co-operatives joined forces, the halberd, the axe, the palm, and the gods in the siege of war, three to one.
Unwilling to be restrained, Ba Hong's double axe together, the Shen Wuguang ascends, is extremely popular, and wants to be the only one in the sword.
At this moment, the distant Tianyang Yaoshi, the purple sword blade, reached the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Ba Hong was shocked, the two axe shook his sword, the move of Nine Yangs, and the two of them screamed all over the sea. The extreme high temperature caused the thousands of voids to twist.
"Uh"
Suddenly, Jiuyang, Ba Hong, and Ning Yuan were not close enough. A groan in his throat, red corners of his mouth, and he had eaten a lot of dark losses.
"It's you, Feng Lin!"
Seeing someone coming, Ba Hong's expression sank, and the unclear feeling in his heart rose, his voice angry.
"Dead, but you will meet soon"
Ning Chen brandished his sword, the blade passed, Tianyang turned, the sword peaked, and for a while he respected the strong.
The sword and axe started the war, the aftermath oscillated, the divine power, the phoenix burned into the air, blessing the peak of the sword.
The clashes are fierce, the fire is splashing, the double axe opens the Huangquan Road, the sword crosses the Naihe Bridge, the black light, and the purple light continue to merge. It is the reincarnation of life and death. There is no place, no place, reflecting the shadow of who.
Looking at the other side, the sword will be a double-cooper, extremely turbulent, blue sleeves, dancing the breath of death, the shadow of the knife that can't be seen clearly, interweaving the endless road, the disc in the flower, dancing.
"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"
Double-sleeved wrapped swords, with swords in the swords, among the flowers, a white blade was drawn out, and two wings of butterflies were danced, and they were destroyed.
There was a stab, the clothes were broken, and there was a knife wound on the double knights, the blood was empty, and it fell down.
The more crises in the battle situation made Shuang Kou's expression deeper and deeper, his halberds slashed, the blue light dazzled, Hao Zhang was churned, and the gods were shocked.
However, in the palm light of the halberd, the butterfly shadow is difficult to distinguish, reaching for the knife again, turning the knife to break the halberd, and waving the palm.
There was a tremendous tremor, all the pieces of space collapsed, and the sky and earth fell, if the world died, a knife would break the halberd, and then a knife would come again, the two swords merged, and the flowers were killed.
"Uh"
With a muffled sound, the black blade penetrated through the heart, and the blood spewed, and the sky was red.
"Luo Hui"
Jinghua was furious, flipped his palm to raise the yuan, and slapped the executioner forward.
The palm wind only, the water sleeve draws the knife, slams, shakes the palm prestige, in the aftermath, the figure which falls from the sky, hits the earth, a generation of large invaders, the body disappears.
Jinghua's anger couldn't be restrained, but he knew that he would die without any further battles. He turned his blade and opened his blade, glanced at the distant battle, and said with a deep voice, "Bahong, retreat"
On the other side, Ba Hong heard that he was reluctant to fight, and his two axe made two moves, eager to go.
"Can't retreat"
Ning Chen made a move, swept the body very far, avoiding the axe light, and then the sword and the sword came out together, and the whole body was blazing out into the sky, and they made a double move.
"Jiuyang burns the sky, the first sun shines east"
At the beginning of the number, at the end of the nine-digit number, the two moves of the volume of the sun are all out at the same time, condensing one move, in an instant, the sun falls every day, and the world ends.
Suddenly shocked, ten miles collapsed, Shuangkou was trapped, and there was no way ahead.
The nearest Bahong, unable to withstand the extreme prestige of the sun, retreated three steps in a row, and the corner of his mouth was red again.
On the other side, in front of Jinghua, the tears of funeral flowers stopped the way, and there was no way to retreat. Before hell, the road to life was not left.
There is no other choice, the look of the Beijing-based big invaders is furious, the two fists are together, the thunder is excited, and the desperate move is now in the world.
"Furious Thunder"
The collapsed angry thunder screamed between heaven and earth, and space giants appeared one after another, with terrifying power and shock for nine days.
Seeing the opponent's desperate momentum, the butterfly in the flower looked slightly condensed, the sleeves turned back, and the hand was held to hold the knife. In an instant, the sky was frosting, the sky was shaking, and it was reappearing.
"Longitudinal and modern times, the only one of the 100th century, the spring and autumn is the edge, the glamorous turn to the city"
At the summit, the world trembles, the endless sword rises up to the sky, absorbs the air of the sword between the world, and roars, and after a flash, the pole falls.
The fascinating move of the alluring city, the vast world, the inexhaustible road in an instant, spreading the world.
"Uh"
With a sigh of pain and pain, the sword slashed the big robbers, and the blood spewed all over the eyes, fogging his eyes and fogging the sky.
The unwilling look was too late to see the last one in the world. At the next moment, he fell straight down and entered into nowhere.
"Jinghua"
Ba Hong was furious, and he could still feel sad in the future. The sword light glanced in front of him again, and the phoenix fire of Liaoyuan illuminated the sky and blocked the retreat of the big fighter.
After a while, the sword is the best, the road is absolutely dead, and the black sword light brings out a dazzling blood flower.
"Qingbai, help us get revenge"
With a roar, Ba Hong shattered the sea of ​​air in his body, and the horrible real element overflowed like a raging wave, detonating his body.
The two saw the situation and quit in a hurry, but heard a shocking explosion, a hundred miles away, as bright as the day, the mountains were shaking, the sand was tumbling, sweeping for nine days.
The aftermath strikes, and the butterfly in the flower blocks in front of Ning Chen, the blade turns, the black light cuts through, and the turbulent raging waves are strongly blocked.
Yi Hong saw blood, the corners of his mouth were red, the butterfly in the flower retreated half a step, and his inner organ was slightly injured.
Seeing this, Ning Chen flickered, took the former, and landed on the ground, showing concern and saying, "How are you"
"It's okay, just adjust the interest rate for a while"
The butterfly in the flower raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes slightly tired, said.
"You rest first, I will come back soon" Ning Chen said softly.
"Yep"
Butterfly in the flower sits down on the spot, Zhenyuan runs, suppressing the injury of the internal organs.
Ning Chen stepped forward to the two half-respected kings who had died in battle. His right hand turned over, and all the glory flashed out, not in his sleeves.
Sister wants to buy rouge gouache, the business must not be forgotten.
In the wilderness, after the war, there was a lot of devastation, and there was nowhere to be. There was no perfect place. After retrieving the booty, Ning Chen came to the butterfly in the flower and waited quietly.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the butterfly in the flower woke up, opened her eyes, looked at the figure around her, stood up and smiled, and said, "Go back"
"En" Ning Chen said softly.
"I'm injured, you carry me" Hua Zhongdie's eyes rolled round and she said pitifully.
"it is good"
Although he knew that the female demon head was pretending, Ning Chen still nodded and responded. If it weren't for Hua Zhongdie to block the self-detonation of the big tycoon for him, it would be him.
The butterfly in the flower jumped up, the delicate arms wrapped around the former's neck, and then the whole person fell on his back.
"Go slowly, it's okay to go back anyway," Hua Zhongdie whispered.
"En" Ning Chen should be down.
The woman on the back, soft and boneless, tender body, clear and sensible, the quiet butterfly in the flower, just like the girl next door, without any stinging sharpness.
The green silk sagged, a trace of fluttering in the wind, hitting his face, a little itching, the butterfly in the flower chuckled slightly, pinched a long trace, gently stroked in the ear of the former.
"No trouble"
Ning Chen whispered softly, looking at the white fish belly that had been turned up in the east, and moved a little faster.
"Do you have to go to Magic Wheel Sea?"
Hua Zhongdie hugged the former, her small face leaning on her shoulder, exhaling like a blue.
"Yep"
Ning Chen whispered softly, Molunhai is the only place of hope to rescue the ghost girl now, no matter how dangerous, he will go in once.
However, he will not die in vain. Before entering, he will try his best to find a life-saving method.
"I might not be able to beat Mo Qingbai," Hua Zhongdie tightened her arms and said.
"I will solve this trouble for you first," Ning Chen promised.
"Finally, you are not allowed to walk until Mo Qingbai is resolved," Hua Zhongdie arms tightly, said.
"Yep"
The dawn of the sun rises from the east, and the morning light falls on the earth, dispelling the coldness of the night, the butterfly in the flower sleeps gently, and the corner of the mouth bends the smile from time to time, as if dreaming of something happy.
The White Emperor City, the hustle and bustle, the two entered the city, the butterfly in the flower woke up, looked at the lively city, a bright smile appeared on his face.
"Rouge, Rouge, Yang Ji Chamber of Commerce put on good rouge, pass by, don't miss it"
In front of the rouge shop, the butterfly in the flower stopped and looked at the former happily, the desire in his eyes made no secret.
The shopkeeper was a sharp-eyed person, and at a glance they saw the extraordinary temperament of the two in front of him, and immediately stepped forward and said with a smile, "Girl, buy rouge, I have Yang Ji's good rouge here, I can't buy it if I miss it "
"Which one do you want?" Ning Chen said softly.
"Younger brother is the best"
Huazhong Dieyan smiled, released the former arm, trot forward, picked up a box of rouge, and picked it up.
Ning Chen also walked over, looking at the dazzling rouge gouache in front of him, and he couldn't see which was good or bad, the woman's things, he didn't understand, but Hua Zhongdie was happy.
"I want this, this, and this" Hua Zhongdie picked out three boxes of rouge and smiled.
"Girls are really good-looking. These are the three best rouges in our place, which are cheaper than gold." The boss praised and hinted.
"Thank you for the praise from the shopkeeper ~ EbookFREE.me ~ May I ask the shopkeeper how much silver," Hua Zhongdie responded with a smile.
The "Twelve Gold" shopkeeper said sincerely.
The butterfly in the flower sticks out its tongue and stares pitifully at the people around it. It has no words, but it is better than any words.
"give"
Ning Chen did not bargain again this time, but was rare and generous once, took the silver from his body and handed it over.
Seeing the butterfly in the flower, she smiled and took the rouge. The white little finger picked up a little and gently wiped her lips. Suddenly, she touched the lips with a delicate red color.
"Does it look good?" Huazhong Die asked beautifully.
"Good-looking" Ning Chen nodded.
"Really insightful"
The butterfly in the flower heard the words, and her brows were crescent-like.
The face of peach blossoms is red, and the smile is in the city.