Canglan’s fierce green sun makes me feel wrong. What’s the matter with you?

And so on. It’s really unbearable to cut off the grass roots when the cold bell falls to the ground and cut off the grass roots.
This sharp thorn kills Cang Lan with a strong hand. Pieces of sharp thorn are like crazy poisonous weeds. It seems that he will crack a few tiny eyes for a moment. He makes a cold laugh at this cold and crushing pain. Although it doesn’t kill Cang Lan, it really experiences great pain, but it has a different kind of shock. The same huge palm presses people tightly on it.
A flash of light in my mind put out Cang Lan, and I couldn’t help but stare up at the sword spirit with a cold sweat. No one knew what a storm was blowing in his heart at that moment.
I can’t stand the fierce roar of the green sun suddenly rushing into my heart, which makes people feel so uncomfortable. I have recovered some posture and have to go and see for myself.
After that, the fierce green sun waved his arms and feet as if swimming, and flew to the sword spirit with a little weight. Only when he left did he feel the wind raging around him, and he thought that they were in the extremely fast running of the wind, and it was too dark and silent to notice it.
Well, when the surging billows are destroyed, the eyes thoughtfully suddenly change hands, and the sharp thorn is also launched, and the body is forced to control the body to cross off two teenagers. It seems that the sword spirit is surrounded by two sides, and the face of the sword spirit is still bright, and a pair of eyes seem to be in extreme spirit and have no focus at all.
Hey, hey, fierce Qingyang endured the weight and pain of his arm and waved his arm in front of the sword spirit again and again. He couldn’t get an answer, but he scratched his face and said with regret, why can’t we find the sword casting platform? We have to stay here.
Hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, suddenly, suddenly,
Canglan, you are fierce and green. Canglan is an extremely awkward posture. Turn around and then turn around and let people see your body. It hurts your back. What’s wrong with you?
Destroy the surging billow slightly raised his hand sharp thorn shape was abruptly dragged by the inexplicable traction in the past, and he got rid of the vain force. At the same time, the sword spirit eyes almost opened, and it flew past with the sharp thorn in the destroying surging billow.
The fierce Qingyang heard a very short wind, but it exploded in this silence and thunder. I don’t want to think about how the sword spirit ran away and stretched out his hand and pulled it out.
Who knows that as soon as he grabbed out Cang Lan, he was torn by his back figure. He really felt the waist ringing, the wrong sound and the sharp thorn in his hand. He seemed to be attracted by the magnet and followed the sword spirit all the way to fly. The slight and short wind scratched the dark sides, and the black water brushed back.
Virtual gradually receded with a thick skin being peeled off from the beginning to the end, and a hot brush poured down their throats. Cang Lan couldn’t help but be whipped by GV with a resistance in his chest. He looked up and took a long breath.
Vote for pk and get points. Chapter 18: Looking for frost in a thousand miles.
Harie Qingyang is both a breath and a question. Before he can react, he has been entangled in a piece of golden red brilliance. He looked up and saw that the sword spirit turned into a beam and dragged himself to be faster.
But these three people can’t go faster. A strong storm exploded in their ears layer by layer, and the gas made the two teenagers swollen and swollen. Suddenly, a backward pulling force quickly disappeared, and at the same time, the gas also came, and the biggest wave hit them in the forehead.
Two people feel that the dark at the moment has overwhelmed a stab, and the strange red light has fallen down. Just floating in the virtual for a long time, the pain in the palm of Cang Lan’s hand has not subsided, and a spasm has brought the fierce green sun with it, and no one has been able to stabilize himself.
Boom, one red, one black, two bunches of long hair are stacked together, and the most face falls down. The golden red sword light is fierce, and the sun shines from the bottom of Cang Lan’s body. Seeing that the sword spirit kneels on his knees and then suddenly collapses to the ground, it seems that his bones and blood are instantly pumped.
Fierce green sun feels bad. There has always been a residual sword spirit in my heart, and my fierce spirit has long since disappeared. I quickly beat my teeth on the ground and shouted, "Get up, uncle, will you?"
I won’t die if I don’t weigh you down. In fact, he doesn’t want to get up quickly. The handle of the fierce green sun waist knife has withstood his waist. Just now, he was suddenly pulled and dislocated, and a waist bone was even more painful.
Destroying Cang Lan faintly feels bad. This time, his strength is not caused by the ghost pressure in the underworld, but a sense of collapse is gradually coming from the outside, but his eyes are strong and his mental face is not exposed. Shake up and hold up.
He pressed his palm unceremoniously on the chest of the fierce Qingyang, but he was pushed by a fork and jumped up to destroy Cang Lan. I feel that I was killed by you sooner or later.
It’s unlucky to come here in the unlucky underworld. Don’t crow again. I feel that Venus is flying in front of my eyes. I can’t help but wonder that I haven’t been so uncomfortable since I left the body. It’s even weirder than the pain I used to have.
You took a deep breath, sighed heavily, turned around and put the sword spirit in your arms, and destroyed Cang Lan. While looking around, you walked to the side of Fierce Qingyang, only to find that he was extremely entangled in eyebrows.
What’s wrong with you? Destroy Cang Lan, stir up the knife-shaped eyebrows, reach out and gently touch the sword spirit, but it is extremely soft and elastic. I can’t help but look at it carefully. How does it seem to be an entity?
Yes, fierce Qingyang coughed and twisted her brow. This sword spirit seems to be a little physical and still very soft.
Destroying Cang Lan probably knows that this spontaneous teenager is awkward, because he put a girl’s soft body into his arms regardless, and the sword spirit leaned softly on his chest and couldn’t help laughing. After I experienced the pontoon bridge, you were used to it.
You’re a dead man with a fierce head and green teeth. You suddenly turned to a serious mouth, and so on. How can the sword spirit be real
Supposedly, the sword spirit belongs to the essence of firm but gentle condensation, and belongs to the elves. It is impossible for the flesh and bones to be a reverse sword once they become entities.
Rebellion is often a disaster, that is, disaster. Cang Lan has to think from time to time of the ancient books of Qinglian Zongzhong, saying that there are still many Taoist styles in his bones. No matter where she looks at us.
Yeah, Fierce Qingyang is totally in his arms, and the sword spirit can’t live or die. The entity has to look up and find this at once and pull his mind back to Fierce Qingyang, turn around and find it, and finally look up and gaze at it. Well, it seems that we are in the misty time.
In front of them, there is a huge carved skylight, and the dark is scattered in the complicated and strange carvings. There is a slight surge of dark waves and broken light. The huge zenith is full of strange lines. The exquisite carvings are daunting. Those carvings are all round thorns, which are shaped like large round eyes and deadly blades.
Here, the torch light is overflowing with fire, and the color is very similar. The loess blood is faintly mixed with blood, and the two stand side by side and stare at the huge pool in front of them, braving the black fog and spreading into pieces of rare shapes, waving claws.
The high walls on all sides are also engraved with complicated patterns. Every dozens of steps, there stands a statue of a hag with different shapes, which is either sad or angry. Make public the long teeth and glare out. Canglan and the two met hags in the sea of knives, mountains and fires. Those are kids, but these statues are already shocking.
This is the platform where the sword is cast in the underworld. It seems that the green sun exhales slightly. It is unbelievable that it has reached the destination, and the lava is still pouring in front of us, but it seems to be swallowed up by the silence.
Is about to destroy surging billow slowly nodded and looked straight ahead and stretched out his hand and patted the sword spirit way and never looked back, but she didn’t respond, maybe a thousand miles of frost China is not in sight.
What’s the matter? As soon as I get to that handle, I miss the famous sword, and I feel like a green sun. Isn’t it that the underworld puts thousands of miles of frost on the sword-casting platform for transformation?
The words are this. When I saw the fierce green sun, I got excited and gently pointed my finger at my lips. Let’s come closer and see if we don’t get too close to the black fog in the pool. Now I feel abnormal. He said, with a flick of his sharp thorn, he left a cold silver fingernail and wrapped half his finger properly.
By the way, I also need to find Jiang Chuqing Lie Qingyang. While following out Cang Lan’s cautious step, I grabbed his arm and said, I promised my predecessors who crossed the river that I would send his daughter back.
Don’t worry, I will help you keep your promise. Canglan smiled and gently lifted her skirt and stepped on the steps. The strange black fog pool was just around the corner. At this moment, he suddenly shook a strong dizzy illusion and spread it inexorably. The raging flood surrounded him.
Violet was slain, and blood night’s blood and fire flew around, and the night was broken, and the corpse sea tore its heart and cracked its lungs and screamed, and it was cold and deadly, and the knife was extinguished, and Cang Lan was stunned and desperately clung to the buzzing head.
Fierce Qingyang got a fright, grabbed out Cang Lan’s hand and said, Cang Lan, you have nothing to say before he finished, but he suddenly let go like being severely burned and stepped back in surprise.
He saw that the silver fingernail that destroyed Cang Lan was gradually expanding as black as a little corrosion, and the swollen eggs were just about to be broken. It was this fingernail that stung his palm and immediately took a red swollen mark.
A strange buzz sounded out surging billows and looked up to see the pool billowing with black smoke suddenly aggravated several times, and the fierce beasts spewed poisonous fog and generally dispersed violently.
At the same time, a violent tremor crashed up without a crack, but the dust was strong enough to destroy Cang Lan and drag them high and half.
Vote for pk and get points. Chapter 183 Black fog and thousands of scattered swords kill the wind.