Chapter 489:

"I didn't kill Qiu Jining." This is a fact, she only said it again.
It is a pity that Qiu He’s family has not heard any facts any more. Since he has determined that Lu Yiqian has killed his son, he will not waver. Don't underestimate the determination of a crazy old father to avenge his son!
"Kill her, revenge for me!" He snorted.
How can people who sharpen their swords hesitate at this time, this little sanctuary means endless wealth!
When even hundreds of people flashed to Lu Yiqian, cut her head!
"Everything is born!" Lu Yiqian opened up the field, she is now going to break the array and leave the Wan.
Hundreds of giants spread out with her as the center. Under the giant fist, everyone in the past was shot!
She rarely plays the strength in front of others. Now, when she is in a hair, she is like a thunder, and her life is in the mind. This woman is so powerful! People are surprised, puzzled, completely unable to understand, the power of thousands of people, not even a low sanctuary, too unbelievable!
However, this has motivated them to plunder the heart of killing. Only the absolute strength can suppress them, let them be convinced, and dare not change!
Absolute strength!
Thousands of people attacked and tens of thousands of people attacked. There are many masters in this, missed the giants of all things, and came close. There are also some strangers, far from using mental attacks, soul attacks, throwing spells, etc., and the scene is suddenly hot.
Lu Yiqian has a move, and he is shocked by the world. The magnificence is like a flower rain. The close-knit people are all repelled. She is like a powerful tank. Wherever she goes, the people are shocked!
This is fighting, not you are dead, or I am dead!
Eight people formed an octagonal, each fighting, but they took care of each other.
Departing like a butterfly dancing, he giggled, and the chill is not consistent: "Oh, hate, almost touch people." People are like a civet, a muddy muddy, I want to meet his clothes corner, it is difficult!
The iconic gorgeous embroidered clothes, bright colors, but not vulgar, highlighting the master's taste, a black hair Huafa, three thousand hair dancing, tied by a color exaggerated hair band, he clearly fights, It can make people look more like walking in a leisurely place. It is a playful flower, and it is not elegant.
Only in the words, moving, the fragrance of the wind bursts, that one of the petals of peach blossoms do not know where to come from, cover the sky, fluttering.
His flamboyant, enchanting eyelids became a line, and the hand is the killing trick of the genius! The delicate petals will instantly become a sharp scraping knife, the knife is poisonous, and the knife is terrible!
Often beautiful people, the more poisonous, the more people who laugh more brilliantly, the more worried!
Compared to the beauty of departure, the attack in the sub-season is more overbearing and more powerful!
He is like a silver lion, with the momentum of the return of the king, the landslide in the fist, the dust between the legs. Within ten meters of his radius, he formed an absolute power belt. No one wants to take this power to take a step. Where does he fall, where there is a vacuum belt with a radius of ten meters, he plays easily, and he faces 20,000. People are also not tired.
This is a silver lion full of strength and elegance and strength. Every movement is so pleasing to the eye, every movement is so stretched.
In front of him, everything is a background embellishment.
His silver erect cockroaches are breathtaking, and there is no one who wants to hang down. The young man’s posture can’t be said to be strong, but the strength and beauty displayed there can’t be ignored. The silver hook tail is for him. Add a touch of cute color!
It’s a style, and it’s a horror.
This sly smiles slyly and confuses everyone with his unique sound quality: "Oh, huh, little bugs, are you ready to step into the fear of death?" While releasing the soul, the thousands of souls carry their own The unique tricks of the field, incessant, not killing, not afraid of pain, not afraid of tired, such psychological pressure, who can bear? !
Too much more, this is a super-planet. He is hooked down by huge stones, flooded, burned, killing and killing.
No one wants to fight this metamorphosis.
He is not arrogant. "Well, what are you running, you talk about what you are running, come on, kill me, I am very gentle!"
Give him a kill and kill? Sure enough!
However, this kind of beauty, the hair made of flowers, the eyes of the moon, the silver mask on the right face shows mystery, and the tears under the left eye are smashed.
Silver hair and ink are naturally arrogant.
The silver hair flies between the jumps, often kicking people, one foot and one sharp, very sharp. He is a good interpretation of what is pleasant. The red dragon fits, the whole body is red, and the secret of white is often given to him. Under the full force, he can also be a ten, and his violent play makes people think that they encounter ghosts.
They are holding their heads to make a sigh of relief, kicking people to lose their power, pinching two people to collide, or kicking their heads... This is all he can do.
Silver hair, blushing eyes, one body, two souls, guarding for love, to death!
Qin Xingluo uses the ramp.
This little boy has a deep mind, and he was definitely not born and lucky when he became a of war. A force, he can open two points, plus he attacked Kit Kat, often makes people unpredictable, and the field is called control, which can make people unknowingly slay and kill themselves without knowing. Injuring people without fighting, using the highest realm of soldiers.
Red hair, exquisite appearance, the body of the teenager is full of tolerance, in this 10,000-strong battle, indispensable to his peerless style.
The characteristics of the demon red battle are steady and steady, not greedy, not advancing, and the rhythm is controlled very well.
He may be the weakest of the eight, but it is undoubtedly the most ten of the eight, seemingly unremarkable, but the control of power is amazing. Since he decided to follow her, he has not stopped working hard. It doesn't matter if the power is not enough. It doesn't matter if there is not much magical power in the body. It doesn't matter if there is no metamorphosis. There is always a way to belong to oneself. There is always a way to be the best for you. If others practice it again, he will practice it ten times, one hundred. All over, a thousand times, until those things rotten into the bones, become instinct!