"If you want to lose ground, you still have to protect yourself, you can do it yourself."

The cold voice fell, and the moon showed Xuanyuan Che, Ouyang Yufei, Yun Zhao began to move forward.

The blue men around did not have the command of the flute, one by one, not moving.

Let the four people, such as Haoyue, go over and approach the high platform.

Every month, all the way, shaking the soul of the town.

The eyes that hold the voice respect can't avoid it, the confidence and the win are in the grip, making people itch.

The soul of the town, the accidental day, Ouyang Yufei has a great use.

I don't think it really makes a big difference.

This is simply tailored for them.

The high-pitched voice standing on the white jade steps slowly lowered his eyes.

The black eyelashes obscured everything in his eyes, and the whole person looked even more indifferent and intangible.

Ouyang Yufei saw this and looked at Xuanyuan Che, and immediately stepped forward and walked forward.

The sound esteem did not stop, so let them go to the high white jade platform.

Pass him by.

The wind swelled and the platinum robes were blown.

"The soul of the town, in three stages, contains thirty-three fingerings.

After ten years of edification, it is impossible to explore the highest level. ”

Just passing by with the sound, and not yet sighing in the ears of Hao Yue and others, behind the motion, the basic non-speaking voice, suddenly and slowly open.

Ouyang Yufei’s figure is a moment.

"The soul of the town, it is indeed my magic flute.

However, I am afraid that you do not have the ability to evaporate its power to deal with me. ”

The voice of indifference flew down, and the sounds of the two voices suddenly rose.

The jade flute in his hand quickly reached the mouth, and the ethereal sounds swept out again, like a huge wave in the sea, swarming toward the moon.

Behind him, the blue-shirted people who listened to the flute, suddenly screamed, and rushed to the ground.

Seeing this step in the next month, the finger began to beat on the soul of the soul.

Invisible sounds are flying out.

A fierce collision with the sound of the flute in the air.

There is confusion in an ethereal.

A pure and sharp.

Two very different timbres collide each other in the air, igniting countless air vortices.

Under the collision of these two different colors, the blue people yelled and hugged their heads and began to scream.