Feng Tao's original wind sounded, turned into the sound of waves, echoing on the plain.
Facing the most terrible enemies in this life, the people of Qi County destroyed the martial arts.
"My feet stepped out of the war, my hands held the destruction tightly, my name -Luo throat."
When you step on your feet, the strong wind whistling. The people in the seven counties are slightly weak, and the body is slightly exploded and died in an instant. "Ah ~"
In the face of the trend of destruction, there is no missing song in the half -life, and the road to block the throat, "tiger tiger trend".
But it is still the way to stop Luo's throat, "Come, warrior, use your blood to prove the value."
Yan was injured by a rebound energy. With a few steps back, the blood flowed from the corner of the mouth.
Luo's throat looked indifferently at the people of Qijun, "Your corpse will build the Great Wall for the recurrence of the capital."
"If he let him enter the Seven County, it must be a massacre. The generals protect the home of our behind us ~" inspire the soldiers of the Qijun county to Nangong, and then the Jiuding sounds the sword, "Qi Yong San Mountain droves Liu'ao".
The soldiers of Qijun were drumped at Nangong, and they killed the throat again.
As soon as Luo's black robe waved, the destruction of the gas turned into a strong wind, turning a group of soldiers into white bones.
The move to Nangong has been fulfilled, and then attacking the throat.
It is difficult to break through the body of the body in front of Luo's throat.
The violent anti -bulling came, and then he was severely damaged to Nangong.
It was only the one that destroyed, but it was just the prelude to the front of the throat.
Subsequently, Luo Blang could be released, the world was tumbling, and the eyes were full.
The seven -county soldiers will be injured most of them because of this.
"Everyone, delay time for me." I saw Nangong regardless of the injury, and the strength was very attractive.
The name of the Ming Dynasty turned into eight, absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth, "Eight Scenery One · Wang Ling Kang Shi"
Yu Ti greeted Langming, Jiang Duobu, and wanted to attack his throat again.
But when I saw that Langming looked different, I returned to usual.
"Let's go together." Joining half of his life, the four of them will join forces again, and open the five spiritual array, and want to block the throat.
The big array is opened, and the real Yuan of the four people in the body is quickly consumed.
"Do you think you can delay me?" "
Seeing that Luo's throat double -sleeve dumped, the black magic burst out instantly.
Five Spirit Big Formation, it is difficult to block the power of Wu Jun to destroy the world, break!
Yu's shoulders, Jiang Du was died on the spot, and Lang Mingfeng pretended to be shocked, drawing and retreating.
"Three flying generals! Five flowers handsome!" Seeing his comrades in tragic death, he left his life and was distressed.
"The failure is the unfortunate, but it is a pity ~" I saw Luo's throat eruption, and the grand magic Yuan hit towards Nangong.
At this time, I saw a figure suddenly entering, and with a halberd in the sky, blocking the throat magic merit.
"Well ~" The recruiter went to ask for help to Xiaoyu.
"!"
"Sister!" "
Even if someone helps each other, it is easy for the movement of Luo's throat.
Both to Xiaoyu's abdomen, the arms were broken, the double hammer fell, it seemed to have no power to fight again.
Luo's throat was interested in chasing, so he saw a beautiful halberd and blocked the road.
"Not bad." "
But seeing the showdown fell, the coming appeared.
It is the anemum brought to Xiaoyu, Snow heron · West Window Moon.
"Qinxin is three stacked, Zhao Shu is half -post. Cangliu is turbid, and mountain herons are clear. There is a moon with a moonlight window, there are people under the corridor, there are snow in front of the court, who is absolutely."
Huang Quan, who has been watching for a long time, saw the west window moon appeared, explained to Luo's throat: "This female name calls the" West Window Moon ", from Tang Wen Mengze, known as the" female Wolong "."
"Well." After listening to Huang Quan's words, Luo's throat was about to do it.
In the air, the move of the Nangong has been fulfilled, and the sword is under the sky.
Luo's throat was not shaken.
For a long time, the sword moved to break through the throat protector and attack the body.
The power of impact sweeps the world without the end of the world, making the surrounding terrain change.
Yan's eyes were successful, and he said happily: "Successful."
"Finally killed this person." The little puppet who had a heavy injuries and his arms was destroyed, and his injuries improved. He could pick up the double hammer that fell on the ground.
After landing to Nangong, reminded: "There are also the army of the Yuyu dynasty on the side, and we still can't take it lightly."
Obviously, even he thought the trick was that he had killed Luo's throat.
But seeing the West Window Moon is still serious, "No."
The smoke scattered, and he saw the handsome faces of the handsome and evil charm. Before standing.
The corner of the mouth is slightly raised, and it seems to be appreciated.
It only felt a stream of gas pressure from Nangong and others, and even breathing was very difficult.
"I can force me to take off the gown of the dark method, I allow you to bend your knees under my feet."
Facing the words of Luo's throat, people have not answered to Nangong and others.
But among the seven -county residues that have been scared, many people put down the weapons in their hands.
"So scary ~"
"We are not his opponent at all, surrender soon ~"
"You!" Xiang Xiaoyu looked at the surrender army, and he was angry.
I just wanted to do it, and I was stopped by half a lifetime.
Because he understands that even if these soldiers help each other, it is by no means a opponent of Luo's throat, and it is impossible to cause a trace to him.
Why do you wait for yourself and let them give their lives.
Huang Quan said: "If you are willing to surrender, put down the weapon, and stand aside. After that, someone will arrange you."
Luo's throat's attitude towards Huang Quan's acquiescence.
This allows more seven county soldiers to learn, put down the weapons in their hands, stand aside, and watch the success or failure.
"It's your turn." After the half of the seven counties surrendered, Luo's throat pointed to the Nangong, four people in the west window moon.
I was reluctant to surrender to Nangong, and said, "Take a look!"
Xiang Xiaoyu seemed to be wounded and mostly, and said: "I am the same as the righteous father."
Although Yan Ban's life is a word, pressing the string of the piano, the answer is self -evident
West Window Moon Mingson Mingshiko Halberd, saying: "West window moon is not a person with no faith." "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ""
Luo throat said: "Unfortunately, instead of becoming my enemy, it is better to be my slave."
After speaking, the body is instantly.
The next moment, it has come to the front of the crowd, and the blade of Judu has arrived.
The west window lifts the halberd to resist, and the knife is connected.
It was shocked by the unimaginable powerful force on the knife, and the blood of the halberd's hand continued.
"Kill ~, the county is loyal to the king of the county ~" The remaining loyal soldiers cooperated with Nangong and his children to kill.
Seeing this, praise: "The heroic soldiers, you can fulfill you all."
As soon as the words fell, I saw that Luo's throat burst into a magnificence.
Jointing to Nangong, facing the strength, the foundation, the movement of the movement, there are no perfect, all of the terrible throat.
However, in just a few rounds, the three were scarred, but they had never fallen.
"Um ~, I can't think of this special constitution. It turns out that this is your reliance." Luo Nu's throat noticed that the three people wounds, and ink flue gas came out.
Subsequently, the wound started to meet.
Xiang Xiaoyu and Yan Banshu were obviously surprised by his special constitution, "How!?"
"What is this?!"
West Window Moon saw this scene, after being surprised, the three -person origin, "You turned out to be ink."