Chapter 715: Life and death line 12

I saw that behind her, she had just stood in a hanging place. At this time, Bai Sensen’s heat rose and filled the entire space.
Under the heat of Baisensen, a red flame flutters, red is like a fire, and red almost wins all the heat between heaven and earth.
A piece of red, thick like water, but the temperature is fire, a kind of temperature and high heat that can not be compared.
At this time, the buzzing bubble is blowing down, and the ups and downs of the ups and downs seem to be able to rise and rise at any time.
The unspeakable feeling of heat rose up. In the meantime, Haoyue only felt a scent of hair, and the body seemed to be burning.
Magma, the eyes of Haoyue are suddenly smashing, this is volcanic magma.
God, these things from these people?
Don't tell her that it was originally a volcano?
The heart was shocked, but the speed in the hands was not slow. When the sky was shaken, the moon turned over and climbed toward the stone wall. This place could not stay, it would be dead.
Step by step, Haoyue has not yet climbed the stone wall, a golden white figure stepped, standing coldly in front of Haoyue, blocking the movement of Haoyue.
Haoyue brows wrinkled his face and looked up, actually it was a cold, lonely night.
The solitary night is really narrow, and the mouth of the moon is slightly pumped.
A golden white robe, without the slightest wolverine, is still as cold as the moon, and the long sword in his hand is reflected in the fiery magma, and it is a hot cold.
"I always feel that there are people behind me. It turns out that there are still mice coming up." Coldly looking at the black paint, ordinary can not be in the ordinary man, the lonely night.
He always felt that someone was behind him, but he couldn't find it. It turned out that he didn't feel wrong, but he really had a big mouse trying to take advantage of this opportunity.
"Qiu Wei, hehe." A cold cold.
The sword is a cross, and the eyes of the eyebrows are all indifferent, and the sword in the hand is cut down toward the sword in the moon, and there is no mercy.
Xue Qiguo Qiu’s family, a good Qiu family, he really looked down on them, wanting to be cheap behind him, and not see who he is.
The sword is empty, and if lightning strikes straight toward the top of the moon.
Behind the magma, the cold sword on the top of the head was forced to empty, and the eyes of the moon were round and round, and the opportunity for the opening of the night alone did not leave.