Chapter 944: Swaying the skirt

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Chapter 944 swaying the skirt
The other party is the strongest of the family in the ancient times. Any one of them is actually in Wuzong, and she has never broken through. The strength has always been in Wuzong.
Looking at the killing around the soul, Yunwu knew that things could not be solved easily.
They guard the heart of the wind for thousands of years, how can they spare the people who want to take the wind heart?
If this is the case, then you don't have to think about it, fight it!
Nangong Yi and praying for the night have already woken up, and Shangguan, Situ and Meng Bai are still lying.
The black flame knife shot, the cloud dance glanced at the Shangguan Sishao and Meng Bai who were still lying on the coffin board, and the scorpion smashed, and the power of the powerful volley swayed away.
"Would you like to sleep for a lifetime?"
As the power continued to approach, several people suddenly opened their eyes, and one swayed and escaped.
"Oh..." The coffin board was finally turned into a crushed foam.
"Small five, it’s too embarrassing."
"The dead rest in peace."
"Small girl, pick up."
A screaming voice echoed from the sky, the clouds danced, and a touch of virtual shadows hit, the speed is fast.
The cloud dance waved the big knife to the clouds, and the long wind swayed and danced. The black flame knife swayed in the wind and screamed.
The white snow moving around with the wind condensed into a sky-shaped ice crystal under her abrupt mood, and surrounded by the wind, surrounded by her.
On the opposite side, the illusion of shadow is like the formation of white snow, which is combined into one, and between the two, there is a gust of wind.
The two smudges are close to each other, one is cold and snowy, and one is proud and strange.
On the snow, the dragons began to fight.
The swordsmanship flies, the knife light flashes, and the white snow is above, constantly rendering, like the plum blossoming in the cold winter, bright and dazzling.
"Ah..." A sigh of pain and a sigh of relief.
The purple figure is steep in the air, standing proudly, and the opposite side is even more embarrassing. It seems that there is no trace to find.
It was she who won.
In addition to the bearded one, no one found out how she won.
"You..." The bearded man looked at the cloud dance, his eyes were tough, and in one sentence he was squeezed in his teeth and could not be said. "You..."
"Don't worry, say slowly." Yun Dance looked at the bearded and patiently persuaded.
The bearded face changed slightly, and the figure of the void completely disappeared into the snow.
"You are actually..."
The sound before the gray smoke disappeared, what was said in the second half, but it disappeared with him.
At the moment when the beard disappeared, the cloud dance looked at the distance and the eyes were cold.
An eye-like thing is set on the wall of the outer stone cave. The wall is surrounded by deep scars. The eyes are sparkling and match the snow, so it is not easy to be found.
Intuition tells her that it is the heart of the wind!
But the heart of the wind is really sent to her eyes automatically?
The purple figure plundered like a ghost, and there was a more fierce and fierce battle behind him.
"If you dare to move, never leave you!" The right-wing general was anxious, but it was difficult to break away from the entanglement of Nangongyi.
"That belongs to this seat!" The demon king stunned, but he also broke free from the dragon.
The clouds danced and laughed, and looked at the bright things like the eyes, the convergence, the palm of the hand, the thing was loose, and finally she was completely controlled.
Just when she felt that something was wrong in her heart, the ground was slammed around and the ground of the ferrets was torn apart as the earthquake could not resist.
When the foot is empty, the body falls, for example, and the moment is just as dark as hell.
"small thing!"
"Little five."
"Little dance!"
"..."
A few voices fading away, worries echoed in the gap, completely concealed in the endless darkness.
Is she going to die?
Looking at the crystal illuminator in the hand, the corner of the mouth floated a touch of curvature, and some mocked some helplessness.
Is this the heart of the wind...
On the other side of the cave, the man watched the cloud dance fall into the endless darkness, the gentle smile was a little stiff, and the black light of the eyes wandered.
"You must never die! Can't die..."
His nephew was as scarlet as a blood drop, almost biting his teeth, and said it in a word.
The black wind continually swayed the skirt, and the three thousand blue silks scattered, and the whistling wind whistling constantly, tearing open the earlobe that had just been cut.
The blood ran along the trajectory of the wind, and the spotted spots appeared above her, and each one seemed to emit a strange light.
Endless fall, she is very conscious, she has a strength but can't display it, as if she is trapped.
Looking back, what is the spacious space? What is the golden cuboid in the center of the space?
The line of sight is constantly close to the golden object, and the two are getting closer and closer.
Is a coffin...
"Oh... oh..."
A loud noise, the coffin was opened, and the figure suddenly disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh..." The coffin was restored to its original appearance, and a quiet needle in the entire space could be heard.
The endless dark cracks are constantly approaching and finally perfectly matched.
Up and down, returning to the beginning, it seems that just that, it is an illusion.
Above the snow, everyone looked at the irresponsible scene and was at a loss. Everything that happened between the blink of an eye was too fast. It was only a step away from the rescue of the dragon.
The crack disappeared, the snow covered quickly, and the traces disappeared. Everything was restored, only the cloud dance.
Only she is gone...
......
"Buckle..."
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
In the dead and dark space, the abrupt voices sounded one after another, the voices grew louder and louder, the rhythm became faster and faster, and the voices were extraordinarily violent.
The voice was made in the golden coffin.
"What a ghost place?"
The screaming voice of doubts was passed, replacing the sound of the collision of the fists.
In a small space, the cloud dance sits on the knees, the top of the head, the sits on the ground, the back is attached to the wall, and the line of sight is half a meter away from the front.
Imagine how small this space is.
She recalled what happened in that moment, and suddenly she was shocked. If it was good, she was straight into the coffin that was strangely opened!
Then here...
The cloud dance has changed, and the intuition wants to stand up.
"Hey!" He slammed into the ground, and a burst of pain from the top of his head made her calm down.
Reaching out to push the top cover, a force does not respond, the three-way force does not respond, and the seven-point force still does not respond.
She gathered her whole body strength into her fist and slammed it. In the coffin, the sound of the impact of the force shook loudly, which directly caused her mind to rise and her ears humming.
But the coffin still has no signs of opening.
Converging and stunned, and the coldness passed over, she was locked inside?