Chapter 2387: cut off!

"So that's it? I don't believe it!"
Inflamed and stalking the scorpion, the tiger's eyes are full of resentment, like seeping bleeding and staring at the sky.
The son of the of the floating fire and the sea can be ruined by the solitary city?
His own love and dust, as well as the scaly scales, are still in retreat, waiting for Su Yi to come, suddenly the Tianshi smothers a squirt, and the anger is looking at the lonely city that is fleeing in the distance.
"Done city, you are a mess! The things that are not enough to die, why do you want Su Yi to be buried together!"
The heart of love and talent, behind the crowds of Lei Yan Temple strong are witnessing the feat of Su Yi's day, now looking at a generation of arrogant life, are plunging, a look lament!
Back to the crowd, you can understand the pain in the centrifugation in the cloud, as if you can go deeper, even if you sacrifice your life, you will change your life.
Without Su Yi, Yun Jing will always be like duckweed in the endless star field.
I think of my beloved Jinger, as well as my old friend Su Jingyuan, who refused to repent in the clouds and only wanted to know why she came so late.
"Go!" The roaring sound of the roaring roaring, the cloud in the shape of the body, turned into a white stream of light flies away!
Above the void, soon the flames and the blue waves of the blue sky rushed into the cracks of the space. They looked at the solitary city and were besieged by the people of Wandao Jianmeng. The annihilation and night memories were sneer.
"After March, the Dragon and the Dragon, you and I will have a battle!" Yan Tianyin sullen eyes, this night recall is not a mastermind, it is also an accomplice!
The five great families have already torn their skins, and they don’t have to bend around again.
On the side of Scorpio Haicheng, Su Yi is dead, and the night memory is even more unscrupulous. He smiles faintly: "Follow! Lei Yan Temple, I will trample on it!"
Inflamed Scorpio throws a roar, "Hey! Smelly girl! Just rely on you! Listen to your words!"
The night recalls the cold and the cold, the balance of the victory has been tilted, and the words of the ignorance of the sky have no deterrent to themselves.
Looking at the side of the body should be endless like iron, like the gray of death, looking at the deep hollow, the night recalled softly: "Go back and explain it to your child!"
"I always feel that it won't end so easily!"
After a long while, it should be raised endlessly, and there is no fluctuation in the eyes of Gujing. It should be open to the Lingbao Pavilion of Liuzhou, Sanzhou and Yihai.
Su Yi really ended this way? Even if you live, you can talk like a night, but you shouldn’t be willing to believe it. This kind of shocking world is so depraved!
"If you don't believe it, you can't do it in the depths of the earth. If you are alive, can you come out?" Night recalled and shook his head.
There should be no words at all times, and the night recalled the shoulders that should be taken endlessly. He whispered: "Nothing, know that you love! But he has provoked him to be unable to provoke the existence! The demon of the demon can not stay!"
The eyes are dim, and you should lick your mouth and endlessly. What is the pattern of Tian Man in the future? I really can’t imagine it!
"Let's go! The Dragon of the Dragon, I think it is the day of the sky and the collapse!"
After all, the people of Tianzhu Haicheng were not damaged, and they returned to the Scorpio waters with the good news of the fall of the Wandaojian League.
The whole audience was in a mess, and the raging wind blew the fragmentary ruins. The smell of blood spread to the sky, and the hurricane was full of people, making the nausea.
The only quiet existence is Situ Muyang, above the void, with a last hope, slowly coming to this endless abyss.
The black lacquered abyss has no end, and the suffocating sensation at the bottom of the bottom makes Situ Muyang shed tears.
"Little teacher uncle..."
In the Shenjianmen, he and the uncle Xiaogong met for the first time. At that time, the two men were invincible and won the first place.
Afterwards, Su Yi’s horrific growth made him a mountain on his own path of practice. Situ Muyang gave a hateful cultivation, hoping to cross the mountain of Suyi.
Unexpectedly, Su Yi was personally sent into this black abyss.
"Hey!"
Situ Muyang is very clear inside. Wandao Jianmeng has no sincere cooperation, Su Yi knows.
Su Yi for his own sake, for the solitary rain, Su Yi is willing to take the risk to try once, but the little teacher uncle really mistakenly estimated the Wandao Jianmeng.
This is not the Wandaojian League to kill Su Yi, this is the same with Wan Dao Jianmeng and Su Yi.
The throat was twitching, and there was a glimmer of light in the light. Situ Muyang wanted to go down and have a look, even if it was broken.
When I moved my feet gently and walked to the edge of the abyss, Situ Muyang had already passed through the death sorrow, and shouted, and Situ Muyang, who opened his wings, fell straight into the abyss!
The mysterious white wing warfare protects Situ Muyang, and the hurricane sword is ruthlessly scraped around Situ Muyang. Less than half a martial effort, Situ Muyang was thrown up by the power of the earth!
"Boom!"
Heavy fell on the abyss, invisible fluctuations spread a horrible crack, Situ Muyang lying on the ground looked at the sky, pale, mouth blood overflowing.
"try again!"
Still do not give up, whether it is the belief of Su Yi, or his own atonement, Situ Muyang thinks that only in this way is better.
"Boom!"
This time is shorter, half a quarter of an hour, Situ Muyang was thrown up, but fell more seriously!
The wind and the wind raging in the wind, the light spot is like a star fluttering in the eyes of Situ Muyang, reaching out to grab, a painful heartbreaking pain, the bones have been broken, and the flesh and blood are trembling.
Do you want to continue?
This kind of near-self-harm is the method of Situ Muyang's peace of mind, and tried it three times. It is faster than once and once more than once!
The last time, Situ Muyang, who was lying in the middle of the crack, had blurred eyes, seven bloodshed, and the soul and flesh and blood were like cracks. This pain even produced an illusion.
"Little teacher uncle! If you sister, sister! Rain and ink sister!"
The congestion was blocked in the throat, and the coughing eyes did not care about Venus. The fists were already and fuzzy, full of gravel. Situ Muyang tried to catch the image of Su Yi and the two sisters in the sky, but they could not catch it.
"Da da!"
A sly figure walked to Situ Muyang, and he was so uncomfortable to look at his grandson, and his heart was more like a knife.
"Muyang, get up, I will take you to heal!"
As soon as the voice fell, the trembling voice emanated from the throat of the solitary hate, and Situ Muyang, who had no strength in his body, did not look at it, and bounced his arms that were sophaned!
He walked to the distance with his vain footsteps. He walked without two steps and fell again.
Falling down, climbing up, climbing up, falling, and under a gazing gaze, Situ Muyang went far.
"After today, my Situ Muyang and Wan Dao Jianmeng are absolutely out of bounds! I am alone and hate, and there is no blood relationship!"