Hey!

A gray figure suddenly crossed between the two.

The black yarn is chilly, and the curved sword in the hand picks up the flying sword.

"Master, hey, that's solved there." The sound of the black wind and the sound of the play.

The night feathers were loose, and the appearance of the black yarn eased the pressure of the night feathers.

Hundreds of flowers squinted at the battlefield, almost everyone fell to the ground, including ... their own cronies.

The eyes of the hundred flowers look heavy to the black yarn become heavy, it seems that the other party is more difficult to deal with than you think!

Looking at the wings behind the black yarn, the flowers are not tense, two eight-order, one nine-stage primary, for the repair of their nine-stage intermediate level, the most costly, can not create any threat!

"Let's go together." The flower of the hundred flowers is heroic, and the long sword picked up by the black yarn slowly flies up.

The atmosphere in the air has become chilling and unstoppable.

With the addition of the black wind, the night feathers instantly judged the situation, and the two voiced in the heart: "Black yarn, you deal with the flying sword, you are responsible for the day..."

The soul-splitting blade is handed to the left hand, and the night feathers are both cold and cold. "Hands!"

The three acted at the same time.

With an enemy three, a hundred flowers did not dare to care, Feijian under the control of the sword of the sword under attack, but each attack was blocked by the black yarn, interference can not interfere with the night feathers.

Night Yu 汐 left hand knife, straight to the hundred flowers, left hand knives, night feathers are not good at, but at this time, no choice!

In the face of the night's offensive, the flower is thorny.

Night Feather did not use the Soul Eater to block, but extended his right hand and grabbed the blade with his bare hands.

Hey!

The burning sensation came from the palm of his hand, and the night feathers gnawed his teeth. The soul-splitting blade of the left hand stabbed the flowers and throat.

The chill on the short knife forced the skin of the flower to tingle slightly, the eyelids condensed, and the muscles under the feet burst, and the body shape stopped, avoiding the horrible shape of the blade.

The night feathers are scornful, the heart is light, the shadow blade!

Spirituality quickly gathered at the tip of the soul-splitting blade.

The spirit has just fluctuated, and I thought that I was shocked by the hundred flowers that had escaped the fatal blow! Have a backhand! But... you are too small to look at the means of the ninth order!

The spirit of the hundred flowers in the wind suddenly exploded, and the body floated a few meters backwards, hiding the shadow of the overnight feathers.

Looking at the hundred flowers to escape the fatal blow, the night feathers recently showed a smile, I am afraid that you do not hide!

"Dragon!" The night feathers burst into the mouth.

The flowers that are still in the air are frowning again. Under the fierce battle, I forgot that there is still a little boy behind me. The eyes are cold, the palms are wielding, and a spirit is practising behind them.

Boom!

The spiritual force practises an ancient tree in the air, and the flowers in the eyes of the flowers flash a bit of a strange, and the kid behind him even squats to avoid the attack!

This is also good, Baihuafeng is a loose heart, it is a waste of time to stand up again, as long as there are half a second, you can reverse the situation!

On the floating body, Baihuafeng just wanted to fight back, and suddenly his face changed dramatically! The spiritual power in your own body...

Black wind! The flowers and the horror of the man behind him, the heart is stunned, the night feather 汐 just the knife is not to want their own life, is forced to abandon the sword and escape! From the beginning of the hands-on, Night Feather plans to let himself fall into the control of the black wind!

The wind of the flowers was controlled by the black wind, the spiritual power in the body was slow, and the flying sword was not left in the air.

The night feathers did not dare to breathe the time for the flowers, throwing the sword in the hand and throwing a palm at the chest of the flowers.

The flower of the flower grows out of the body, and the night feathers are wrapped in the palm of the hand, not the ordinary spiritual power, but the hot spirit with a different fire!

The silky fire into the wind and the wind immediately began to turn over the river, and the wind in the blink of an eye was seriously injured.

The outcome has been divided...