Chapter 1597: For what 3

However, if you lose, you will lose.
I am not a good person, I only want to be worthy of myself, not to be worthy of all people.
All of you can be a wolf, unintentional.
In this life, I owe Ouyang to the dustless, and I will be born again.
Only today, no matter what the front is, no matter what obstacles ahead.
I can't stop me from moving forward. I and Wudao are not in the same position.
I will not stop my steps for anyone.

The cold words resounded in the sky, not cold, not light, but the decisiveness in it was chilling and heartbroken.
As soon as this words fell, the entire sea area was silent.
The autumn wind screamed and the waves surged.
The low-lying Ouyang’s dusty figure trembled and almost stood unsteadily.
In this case, it hurts too much and hurts people.
Listening to the announcement of Xiao Tai's post, Shen will face a sinking, his wrists flipped, and he took out the long sword worn at the waist, and squatted on the neck of Ouyang's clean dust.
"If this is the case, then use his blood to sacrifice the flag, so there is no eye, no living, it is in vain."
The chilly sound is heard in the sky near Tianyu Island.
It is a thorough coldhearted feeling.
After the Empress Dowager heard the face sinking, it was not good to look at the face after the veil.
The nails that had already entered the palm of the hand broke deeper into the wound.
She can live up to him, but how can she...
The golden sun shines above the blue.
The little bit of luster is very beautiful and very nice.
However, there is no cold temperature in the cold.
Silence, true silence.
Just after Shen’s words were exported, not only the soldiers of Beimu were silent.
Even the Hidden Island soldiers behind him were silent.
A kind of silence, deeply suppressed in the sky above Tianyu Island.
Shen will lock his eyes to Xiao Tai, and the coldness in his eyes is like the snow and ice that has not changed for thousands of years. There is no human touch and no temperature.
"If you want to fight, let the horse come."
When the cold words locked in the motionless Xiao Queen, Shen sinked his hand.
The sword in the hand was sent to Ouyang’s clean neck.