Chapter 1733: witch

Liang Qiuge pressed down.
Lin also has no waves, but there is a feeling of surprise in the heart.
In the palm of the hand without a little bit of strength, the power contained in it is far beyond the power of Xuanyuan!
"Haha! Interesting!"
Liang Qiugei slammed out and saw Lin also picking up neatly and screaming and laughing again.
This palm is soft and weak, but it is a black mangling flashing, inside the palm of the hand, it seems to be hidden.
Lin also took another hand.
Palms are opposite.
Lin also felt a slight movement, only to feel that Liang Qiuge’s palm was in the dark, and it flashed into Lin’s body.
It’s just that the smell of the light and the climate that has not yet reached it, is completely overwhelmed by the aura that comes with it.
Lin’s footsteps have completely collapsed.
After this palm, Liang Qiuge's figure flew back and looked like it was still a free and easy appearance.
"How does it feel to pick me up?"
Liang Qiuge smiled coldly, and his body and Lin also opened a distance.
Between other people thinking, suddenly it was seen, Lin also up and down, suddenly a layer of black mist.
The fog is thick and thick like ink, and Lin will be wrapped in it in an instant.
The same moment.
Lin also felt the faint black light that had been integrated into the body before, and hidden in the aura.
It seems to be nothing but a black light. This time suddenly seems to have life, and the black mist outside the body, it should be external, it is against the flowing hot blood, and quickly floated toward the heart of Lin.
At the same time, the layer of black mist next to it, one after another, attached to the surface of Lin.
Lin also stepped forward, and the whole body rose sharply, but when the huge strength touched the black mist, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and I never saw a slight response.
Not only that, but after feeling the strength, the black fog is more like a kind of stimulation, and it becomes more and more exciting. In the blink of an eye, the dead and the dead fit on Lin’s body.
Lin also tried to move his hands and feet and felt like he was moving in the mud.
The darkness of the body that goes straight into the heart is a layer of spurt, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrates into the heart.
Time to board.
A very cold chill came from the heart of the heart.
Even the blood flowing from the heart to the body is instantly dark.

Is this feeling like being thrown into the salty, icy sea?

Lin is still feeling this feeling.
The Liangqiu Pavilion in front of him is a witch, as early as the Sinwu Continent. Although there are few ghosts and witches, it is not without.
Lin also used to deal with a ghost witch, but was also hurt by the witchcraft of that person.
At that time, it felt more like the spirit and the body were thrown into the reincarnation of purgatory. Life and death could not.
When I saw Liang Qiuge’s time of planting Wuguang, Lin did not resist. It was purely curious. The witchcraft on the earth would be the same as the ghosts and witches on the mainland.
But obviously.
The means of Liang Qiuge, the pain is far less intense than the ghosts and witches on the mainland.
Lin is still pondering the different feelings.
The black fog on the body surface is thick and sticky, not only that, but also touches up, there is a cold texture of metal, which cools through the surface of the skin and continuously penetrates into the body.
In the eyes of others, Lin Jiuxuan, who took Liang Qiuge’s two palms, turned into a dark appearance.
He stood in the same place and did not move for a while.
"Is this lost?"
"What is the means in the end? Just playing, Lin Jiuxuan, who has attracted countless people to stop, is so cold?"
"I am not wrong, right."
There are many people talking about each other.
Each move of Liang Qiuge is far more secretive than that of ordinary warriors.
And the thick black mist, at first glance, is full of grotesque feelings, which is quite disturbing.
"Lin also!"
Fang especially saw this scene, some anxious, shouting aside to the other side.
"Is this lost?"
Ling Xiao took a deep breath, but it was a bit of remorse, but it was a lot of calm.
She sneered and looked at it: "I just put a big look on it here, let me remember your name, and lose it in a blink of an eye?"
"It's ridiculous!"
If Lin is also dead, it is not a bad thing for Fang.
Next to the square autumn machine look dignified, Guan Lin Dan eyes can not move.
Tao Daren’s brows are scornful, and Ning Han’s face is full of excitement, and Zheng Fu’s pretty face is white.
A few people in Tong Zizhen stood beside the stage, worried.
Zheng Qiuqi saw it and rushed to call the dragon's number.
But the phone dialed, this time directly became an empty number.
The number is one-off.
The last time Zheng Qiu beat the past, this number was invalidated.
Zheng Qiuqi bites his teeth and is a little bored.
"You ruined my shackles and smashed my altar, so I have strength?"
Liang Qiuge returned to the side and saw Lin Yi, who was firmly shackled by the black mist. He immediately floated forward and stood in front of Lin Yi. He said: "Can't break it?"
"I really let me down. I thought that the strength of Lin Jiuxuan should be enough for me to play, but after this two palms, it will be completely abolished. I know that I don’t have to wait until today to kill you. I want you. The death is fierce, now...hey."
Liang Qiugei looked like a sigh, and then he looked like a cross, with one hand in the air, drawing a simple line.
At first glance, the grain is a simple pattern of one person.
The grain pattern is formed, and a layer of black mist is formed next to the pattern, which appears in front of Liang Qiuge.
Then Liang Qiuge explored some pale palms and slammed the lines of the man in the air into the palm of his hand. He smiled and said: "Since you can't help, you can die."
"You can rest assured that after your death, your resentment will be with me, and your soul will live forever, not rest!"
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Then he gripped his palms hard and looked at it like this. He wanted to completely smash the lines of her hands.
The herringbone pattern is the one that has been pulled from the first layer of Wuguang, and the black fog of Lin Yi’s body is the negative emotions and resentments of Liang Qiuge’s refining people in the world for many years.
Nowadays, Lin has already fallen into this way.
Crumpling the herringbone pattern is equivalent to crushing Lin Yi.
This method is far simpler and more relaxed than the hard-working body of a person who uses his fist to break open the realm of Xuan Xuan.
Liang Qiuge palms his hand.
Others are scared.
"It's over! This Lin Jiuxuan, I am afraid that I am going to die!"
Someone exclaimed.
But everyone looked over there and waited for a while.
But I just saw it. Standing in front of Lin Jiuxuan’s Liang Qiuge, his hand was still carrying, and his palm was still working.
But his face is gradually changing and changing.
Self-deprecating and panic.
From smile to fear.
Like, I saw something terrible!
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