Chapter 1990: Wuxian ethnic group

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The original gaze of Moshanghua, after the release of Xue Xue, seemed to be a demon, and his eyes fixed on Xue Xue, but he was more focused than the ordinary pharmaceutical refining.
Weibei City’s heart was strange, and she couldn’t help but look at her.
I saw that Xue Xue’s voice fell, and the white-winged Wuxian people who had been defeated by the festival suddenly went back two steps and reduced the station circle.
Then, they collected the sword that was originally held in the hand, and put a complicated handcuff with the left hand, and the mouth was a piece of what they didn't know.
Not a moment, the long sword that was placed in their right hand suddenly gave off a white light, and the blade was like magic.
This time, the original Wuyi people who were still gray-faced, suddenly, if they had the help of God, the strength rose.
Do not say that the black man, it is that the North City has never seen such a scene, suddenly exposed the shock of color.
The stranger is completely stunned.
The white light that appeared now seemed to hit the eyes of the aurora in an instant, and it seemed as if the spark of a certain modern explosive explosion occurred in her mind.
Somehow, in the depths of her mind, it seems that some pictures are faintly flashed. The people in the picture can't see the face of the person, and the surrounding scene is not clear. Only the faint handcuffs and fingertips are hidden. A look of glare white light.
Therefore, they have so much in the mood to get more points and even the familiar feeling that she does not know.
Her brows suddenly picked up and hung up and looked back. Can think deeply, the temples on both sides of her faint pain.
"What's wrong? But was it scared?" Yubei City saw the reaction of Mo Shanghua, and couldn't help but raise her hand and turned her over. It was a matter of concern.
It was only when I came back to the flowers, I shook my head and turned back again. My eyes narrowed down on Ning's body.
He is still standing in the central position. The iconic white clothes of the Wuxian people are not stained with dust. There is no joy or no sorrow on the face, no pity, no suffocation, but there are some points that must be obtained.
And those black people are stupid, but in the end they came with a task, but they did not retreat, but daring to greet them.
After the witches made their own weirdness, the blade was always surrounded by a circle of faint white light. If there was a god-given general, the black man would soon be defeated, and there was a faint killer. .
The black man didn't see the situation, and he didn't plan to take it seriously. He hurriedly evacuated, but he didn't leave one person, but he was seriously injured and took away.
"Hey, if you are slowing down, I will definitely have their dog life!" A white-haired Wuxian tribe looked at the direction of the black man's walking, and it was a disdainful opening.
Another person echoed, "The outside world is so weak, we are only using the basic mana of the family, and they are vulnerable."
As soon as the voice fell, the rest of the Wuxian tribes also showed their disdainful expression.
Ning Yu's brow slightly twisted, Xue Xue will immediately come over, but did not move, the same light and slow color in front of him, "The Son, what is wrong with them?"
Ning Yu’s face sank slightly.
Do you remember what I said to you before?