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Du Guam, Feng Yiran, Feng Sang... They can't resist the flying knife, but they speak like a knife, and they are sharp.

The wind is in the air!

These people are protected by them, and they still blame them in the opposite direction.

The wind deliberately opened a loophole.

call out!

A flying knife passes through the flank and shoots at the side of the wind!

"Ah!" Feng Sang screamed at his right arm.

I was sneer and sneer: "I don't have a fight with you now, but you can rest assured that there is hatred. I will be on the spot."

In other words, he confessed that he was deliberate.

Feng Sang wants to talk, but thinks of the threat of the wind... suddenly dare to speak out, she can only bite the lower lip with hatred, and does not look at it.

The trick is to have a miraculous effect.

Just at this time -

咻咻咻——

Thousands of flying knives suddenly fell on the ground and stood still.

The eyes are wide open. "So, are these flying knives going to war? They are not moving, are they taking the initiative to admit defeat? So we are passing?"

Feng Dance frowned: "They have the upper hand, why should they take the initiative to admit defeat?"

The wind slammed his head and thought about it: "Will it be... We have spent a certain time, so even if we are a ghost, how can we pass?"

Feng Wu’s silent eyes looked at the wind.

This infamous ghost king is obviously subjective factors to prevail, he wants to play how to play, but it is a pity ... this Jedi survival team is not his darling, the next door is.

Therefore, it is impossible for the adults of the Innocent Ghosts to let them go so easily.

"Warning!" Feng Dance stared at the wind. "If you didn't guess wrong, this battle has just begun."

"Ha ha ha ha ha -"

A mad laugh came from the dome, and it was the ghost king who looked at the fun.

"Little girl, look good, know that this is just the beginning, hahaha - just a difficult level, now we start to jump to hell, my children - hahahahaha -"

Feng Dance frowned. She didn't like the gentle and playful attitude of the ghost king. It was like a group of people born and died, just a toy in his hand.

Damn innocent ghost king! Feng dance clenched her fists, she must find the opportunity, a fist hit his nose!

"I know that you really want to kill me, there is no chance, as long as you can climb the seven-story tower, but unfortunately, you are going to die on the first floor, hahaha-"

In the ink robe, the ghost king waved his hand, and the flying knives on the ground, which were still stationary, suddenly made a sound of rubbing and rubbing.

"not good!"

The wind screamed, "The flying knives began to glue together!"

The wind turned and said loudly to the phoenix dance: "Look, the single-piece flying knives scattered on the ground, they were originally single-armed, but now they are beginning to stick together! Five, ten... they Blended into a flying sword!"

The power of the flying sword is naturally many times more powerful than before!

The popular face has become pale, not to mention other people.

Feng Yiran, they were even scared and trembling.

"When it's over, we are dead this time!"

"I thought we were struggling. I didn't expect to die on this first floor now."

"What can she do in addition to bragging about big talks?"

......

People will die, naturally nothing is ignored, Feng Sang, they speak out evil words, no longer threatened by the wind.