After the first time, I immediately screamed: "All stop and stop, it is your own, you are your own..."

Own people?

Only the instinctive confrontation of the sacred horses and horses, in desperation, listening to the screaming of the four holy sacred islands, can not help but be a glimpse.

Own people? How can I have my own people?

Is it to send troops and horses on the island to help them? To save them?

Such a hesitation in my heart, my men are so slow and slow.

Immediately, I saw the other's armor.

Although it has been broken, it is beyond recognition.

However, the style, the color, the sky, that is the armor of the island.

They followed the people who were in the island.

Followed by the martial arts of the four holy sacred horses, it is a partner, a partner.

One by one can't support it now, throwing down the weapon and sitting down with one bone.

I can't stand up, and I don't want to stand up.

In the roar of Mu Sheng, the other horses are also a glimpse.

After seeing it clearly, it was a look of surprise and joy, followed by sitting down to the ground.

It is their people, they are their own people.

Joy, even if the other side is embarrassed, but it is also absolutely happy.

This is a helper, it is a helper.

However, compared to the joy of the soldiers, the four holy shrines of the island have sunk in their faces.

Especially looking at the distance from the horse, the coach looks like the person, the face is more and more black as water, cold as ice.

"What is going on? Jinmu soil and water, how are you?"

The two coaches who came from the horse, when they saw the golden wood and the earth and the earth, after a brief surprise, the face changed, and the iron blue.

The cold eyes swept over the broken army in front of him.

Jin Sheng’s voice was sour, and Zhang opened his mouth and said: “Business, corner, you are only left... is this point of war?”

The broken army in front of us is either wounded or disabled.

There was also the spirit of the original, invincible in the world of sharp and majestic.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Xiong Bing went into the snow horses of the Holy Land. At this time, it seems that there are less than tens of thousands, less than tens of thousands.

Listening to Jin Sheng’s question, the two sacred faces of the business corner were green, and they bit their teeth.