For so many years, this is the first time someone can take her so many moves.

Not afraid of the moon, but more and more excited.

Single-handedly, who is afraid of her in this world.

The blood of the abdomen dripped down and dripped the sand under the feet.

The face of Lan Zun began to appear pale, the dagger of Haoyue, and the thorn was too deep.

In a small space, the chilly atmosphere is getting more and more, and there is a feeling of total oppression, which is quickly diffused.

Lan Zun looked at the moon in front of him, and involuntarily resisted and went back.

A strong murderous, good chilly feeling.

This is not the atmosphere of ordinary people, it is simply from the 18th floor of hell.

The back is faint and cold, and they have long known that their princess is powerful, but personally, the pressure of the pressure is a kind of torture.

In the heart, the blue statue retreats more and more, stepping on the sand area in the middle.

"Oh." In a moment, I only heard a bang.

The land of Lan Zun and Hao Yue’s feet fell into disarray.

It’s like the desert, stepping into the quicksand, and swallowing everything in an instant.

In the next month, but the body sinks, only the body has already collapsed. The line of sight in the eye is the sand that they just stood.

The sediment around the body is falling rapidly, mixed with the human body, as if there is an invisible pulling force that pulls you down.

One moment in the heart of Haoyue, this is completely the characteristics of quicksand.

Only when the heart is positioned, the body has already fallen down, and the whole body has been dragged down.

The whole body is rolling, there is no point, there is no place for support.

And beside him, the blue sword tip is picking up and he will jump up.

The eyes of the moon swept away, regardless of their own danger, not as good as the jump, the backhand hit the blue Zun, absolutely can not let him go up.