Chapter 283:

Falling flowers season colorful is the final trick of falling flowers, when the move, if thousands of peach blossoms bloom, large area, indiscriminately attack the enemy, be regarded as an offensive and defensive one, Wufa one, the ultimate beauty.
This trick was famous for more than 100,000 years ago. When he was still a of unknown name, he was the leader of the gods because of this move. The war, the who died under this trick, could not million!
The stone of the main hall is due to the growth of the branches, and the departure of the attack, suddenly broke the balance, the black seal lost a little bit of power source, the blood red power when the opportunity to counterattack.
Bright face is suddenly white!
But he is not reconciled, put the energy converter into the seal again!
The peach blossoms that have left the country have already produced the most splendid brilliance, like the most wonderful fireworks.
Four black shadows, instant spike!
This halfway through the process of biting gold, completely broke the hope of the bright God, the movements in the hands also accelerated, the mouth is even muttering the spell, very strange and strange spells. This time, he needs a blog, and he has succeeded in getting some power from the White Tiger. The 100,000-year effort to lose the loss is not too bad. He still has the opportunity...
As the spell became more familiar, the energy converter inserted in the enchantment also worked quickly.
I don't know why, there is always a weird feeling.
Looking at the converter, I finally realized that there is something wrong with this thing.
However, the spell has already read the last sentence.
His power began to drift.
The screaming is not good. When you get up, you will rush to the crack in the space. The two angels and the shadows that are opposite to him are also summoned back. In the shortest possible time, he made the most correct judgment. But the power converter, but he sucked him tightly, to get the fruits of all his studies!
Ironically, he was trying to absorb the power of the White Tiger God, but his power is now at stake.
But as long as he gives him time, it is not difficult to get rid of that power converter. Now, the most important thing is to return to his plane.
Just about to leave, the body was doubled and hugged.
The doubles are stunned by the bright gods, and the eyes are lifted up, revealing countless despair and sorrow.
My life is like duckweed, and I can’t help people.
But even if it is duckweed, when there is no flowering, even if it is a gentle dog, isn’t it time to be bitten? What's more, he is like a month. This is a person who must report. The other party has taken his loved ones. He has to pay the other party a heavy price, no matter how noble and powerful the opponent is, as long as he finds the opportunity to bite at the most appropriate time. One bite!
By the delay of the double moon, the of light is naturally pulled.
Often life and death is the success or failure of that moment. The departure and the squatting over there have cut off all the retreats!
The light that hates, it was sent to the double as the moon.
"Kill him!" The power of the light pulled into the energy converter, and now there is not much effort to use it.
What he ordered was the short-haired twelve-winged angel.
The angel listened to the light of God's words wholeheartedly, and never slapped his face with one palm, and that one palm hit the heart of the double moon!
If you are like a moon, you will fly away like a broken kite, and then fall down.
The twelve-winged angel, this is a few orders higher than him, and this one is fully hand-picked, causing his internal organs to shatter.
What a sorrow, this is the short-haired angel who has his sister's face. Perhaps the soul is also his sister, but she has forgotten him!
However, he is fortunate that he can die in his sister's hands, always better than death in the hands of the bright god!
The run-down body, when it fell, gently shouted: "Sister..."
Just like when he was a child, he was bullied, so he called his sister to seek protection. At that time, his sister would pinch his fists and scream for someone to settle accounts, even if he couldn’t beat him, he would have to fight... In that age, he was so protected by his sister.
Sister, remember the song that I sang for me at the time, remember the story you told me, remember the grievances you received for me... Sister, thank you.
The sister shouted out, the short-haired angel's expression was full of doubts, perhaps, trying to think about something, but she was brainwashed enough thoroughly, leaving only spiritual obedience. But that sister, but engraved on the soul!
She looks at the moon like a moon!
Lu Yiqian has steadily caught the double as a month. This man, despite some embarrassing thoughts, is not annoying, there is no reason to let him live on the floor.
In the meantime, the double as the moon has been vomiting a black blood in Lu Yiqian.
His life rushed to the ground where the oil was shining. After that, his own cultivation was completely broken up, not dead, but only by one breath.
Lu Yiqian touched the gold-creating medicine and fed it to the double as the moon.
Gold sore medicine can cure hundreds of injuries, medical bones, panacea. This medicine alone is of great use to those who have a strong life function, but it is useless to those who have failed life. Just like a person who is drooping, even if you drink more of this medicine, you will not be able to escape the pace of death.
The angel's palm was not simple, shattering his heart and internal organs, and burning his body function.
He is going to die!
At that time, he had already cleaned up another black shadow and the long-haired angel, leaving only the twelve-winged angel and the bright god.
The light is already a little panic, but the reason has not been cut off. He ordered the last angel: "You blew himself, send me back!"
How cruel this order is, but it is a normal thing for the God of Light. He cultivates them, that is, let them do things for themselves. In his eyes, they are tools, and they must be completely ruined by his life. Even if there are only two of these twelve-winged angels, the precious anomalies on weekdays can be more precious and less valuable than themselves.
The command of the Light God, the angels have to listen, can not listen, and because of this, the only doubts of the short-haired angels slowly dissipated.
Double as the month heard the command of the Light God, could not help but rush: "Sister..." He was a man with a light-filled lamp, and one less point was a point. This shouting aggravated the speed of demise. But then he should not lose her again, lose his only relatives, the pain, do not want to try.