When the eight major families heard that they were so versatile, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that these **** knives were not long-eyed. They didn’t even let go of it. It’s not that the mercenary group wants to trap everyone. In the soul of the battle, all annihilated.

Chalcedony is undoubtedly the biggest temptation for these people.

There is an old saying that birds are eating and drinking, and people are dead.

Chalcedony Dan is a hundred times more precious than money.

Look at the **** knife that flies in the sky.

If you are behind the meditation and specifically for him to stop the blood knife, you don't have to die.

Why are you not doing this kind of good thing?

The greedy eight big families once again flocked to the meditation and ran away.

Xiao Yu's exquisite little face is pale, and she has already consumed a lot of spiritual power to deal with these **** knives. Now there is another meditation.

Xiao Yu’s obvious powerless feelings, even the small hand of the sword, are somewhat trembled.

No worries.

On the smattering of the brown 眸 狠 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 盯 冥 冥 冥 冥 冥 冥 冥 冥 冥 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九

In the midst of a wide roar, he released a powerful spiritual power and once again attacked Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu pinched the local sword, and when he wanted to lift it up, his arm seemed to be suddenly out of power. There was no movement left there, she frowned and forced.

The head was dizzy, and the sky seemed to suddenly darken, and the front of the eyes became blurred.

How could this be?

This situation seems to be a bit familiar, and it seems to have happened to her.

Suddenly.

Xiao Yu seems to think of something, her delicate little face is more white, fuzzy pupils, flashing surprise and fear.

This was what she was most afraid of happening.

Unexpectedly, it will happen in this extremely dangerous soul.

Xiao Yu’s bottom was gray, and his fingers were pinched tightly. The white tender little hand bones were white, and he seemed to pinch his fingers.

The dangerous atmosphere is getting closer.

Xiao Yu has no time to take care of this. She is standing there, standing down, as if to put her life and death out of the way.

No one knows what Xiao Yu thinks again?

The slaves and Xiao Gu outside the soul, as well as the timid wars of Nan Tianyu and Feng Yi, they used all their strength to call Xiao Xiao, reminding her of the danger, but Xiao Yu did not hear.

She is still standing there.

Nangong湚 couldn’t help but tighten his fingers, and the twilight shrank.

In the dark night, I hope that Xiao Yu will die in the soul array. This soul is powerful, and Xiao Yu is dead inside, that is, the soul will not be left behind, and the smoke will be completely destroyed.

The night has been with Nangong for so many years.

He still knows about Nangong Temple.

Nangong’s love for Xiao Yu is not wrong, but the mistake is wrong in Xiao Yu, she is constantly hurting Nangong Temple, this time is especially excessive.

Since his master has not shot yet, who can say that his master does not want Xiao Yu to smote in the soul?

The night's mouth smacked a sneer: Xiao Yu, you are the wounded master after all the body bruises, today died in the soul array, but also you take it by yourself, resent others.

The danger is coming in the millennium.

Feng Lingran and Ziyi seem to have a heart.

Feng Ling’s figure flashed very fast to Xiao Qian’s front, blocking her from the slapstick.

The purple clothes reached out and dragged Xiao Yu into his arms. He saw Xiao Yu’s eyes dilated and blurred. He worried and asked: "Hey, what happened to you?"

His voice just fell, Xiao Yu fainted in his arms.