Chapter 319: The cherry blossom spirit of the cold gods (23)

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"Cough--" 夙 邪 邪 见 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清 清
"The purpose of your coming here, do you think I will not know?" Ink white resigned, with a touch of indifference between the eyebrows.
"It’s not a thousand-year-old sacred teacher. Naturally, anything can be counted." 夙 邪 邪 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻 轻
In the next second, she fell her eyes on the dusty body, and the dark, deep eyes flashed through the shattered light.
"What is it?" From the Jinfeng sword, he started: "You alone, do you think you escaped?"
"Why should I escape?" 夙 邪 邪 挑 挑 挑 挑






挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑 挑
Close to the glory of the Jinfeng, he naturally knows that but under the eyes of the light and evil, but did not want to fall.
Just because of the sentence he just said: Little cherry demon, I said that we will meet again!
I don't know why, his heart is not a taste.
In the next second, the sword in his hand has already attacked in the direction of scorn.
I saw a smack of evil spirits and outlined a very light smile: "Not self-reliant."
After all, he turned into a fiery guqin, and the body was covered with a red color.
"Dangdang--" I saw him gently plucking the strings, which was a strange sound that penetrated the eardrum.
Ink white eyebrows fretting, with the fastest speed to reach the side of Luo Dust, the right hand slender only see a light blue light, gently in her eyebrows.
In an instant, Luo Ding only felt that he was being protected by a powerful spiritual power, and the strange noise was getting louder and louder.
At the same time, the Jinfeng only felt that the sound of the piano passed through the layers of skin and reached the blood. He tried to use the spirit to suppress it, but still felt the interference.
"Hey--" between the electric and the flint, his sword has been directly in front of the evil spirits.
I saw him snoring and continued to play the piano while he was fighting with him.
After dozens of rounds, there was a bit of sweat on the forehead of Jinfeng, but he did not stop and still kept attacking.
until--
"Hey--" 夙 邪 邪 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一
He had a sweet mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Ink and white whispered between the eyebrows, and established an enchantment with this little time of fighting from the Jinfeng and the sinister evil.
He slowly walked to the side of Jinfeng and lifted him up.
"Sure enough, it was the first day of life." The light evil could not help but sigh, the fire in the eyes was even worse. He raised his mouth and said: "But even then, you are dead in this sea spirit, not necessarily my opponent."
"That is to try." The next second, he took up the flying sword. The sword is full of blue and blue, and the layers of the attack block the attack from the guqin.
Masters show up, the leaves are intertwined in the wind. His body was violent, and ninety-nine swords had been pulled out in the blink of an eye.
For a time, the whole piece of sea spirits swayed and shaken.
The sound of the wicked guqin is gradually weak, but he is deadlocked and does not give up.
On that day, when he took the little cherry blossom demon in the hot spring pub, he almost couldn’t help but push him.
Today, the soul of this sea is dead. How can he retreat in the face of only half of the spells?
"Spiritual sword flying feathers -" I saw the white lips and thin lips, with a sense of chill in the eyes.