“尚未请教几位道友名号”龙虎道人见到对方面色缓解方才口道

July 19, 2024

那太道修士道“贫道乃是莫邪”
太元道修士看着龙虎一丝丝傲气不经意流转而出“贫道木青竹”
这两位领头道人都是玉独秀熟人一位是曾经争抢过雷兽莫邪还有一位是曾经追杀薛家叛徒被阻拦过木青竹
“不知道那凶手使神通居然将人打魂飞魄散”莫邪眼中剑气缭绕似乎能将虚洞穿
说起来这莫邪龙虎道人也算是老熟人追踪雷兽时打过交道而且还有过冲突
龙虎道人目光闪烁“说起来那修士乃是一女冠修法力都不算是很高单却偏偏御使得一种邪火这邪火威能巨大诸位道友就是陨灭那邪火”
“却不知道那修士是那家高徒?”一边木青竹道
龙虎道人摇摇头“我那女冠打过一个照面却是不知道那女冠底细”
“哼胆敢将我太道修士打魂飞魄散却是饶他不得座非要一剑斩了他不可”说到这里对着龙虎道人道“还请道长点兵激将贫道助阵贫道倒要会一会那女冠”
龙虎道人点点头自不许理对着那主将一阵低言主将眼中闪过亮光一刻手中令箭飞出吩咐左右亲卫道“速去将军击鼓升帐将带领诸位道长那小女一会”
"dong"
"dong"
"dong"
The drums sound all over the world, and the drums of the imperial dynasty sounded. The imperial dynasty of Chen suddenly felt that Li Yunhui looked at the direction of the distant Ryukyu with doubts. "It was only a few days ago that I sent people to scold the array every day, but I didn’t see the other party’s movement. Now the other party’s drums sounded, even if there was a response, please ask Xian to prepare more."
Forget the dust, smile gently, the cold light in your eyes flashes, and a flag flag in your hand quivers slightly, which seems to produce a mysterious induction as you forget the dust and breathe the flagpole.
"Hum, if there is no refining this flag of ten thousand fires, being original is a little scruple. Now the practice of ten thousand fires is just a buffoon, which is called turning to ashes." When he said this, he saw that he forgot to dust the flag and put it away. "It’s not the kui that this magic weapon of refining treasures by senior brother will definitely beat each other’s pants off."
"The general doesn’t raise his account quickly and be original. He wants to go out to the other monk for a while." Forget the dust.
At the end of the "good good will this point soldier up account" Li Yunhui should immediately.
But for a moment, the two armies set up their positions, but they saw that they forgot to ride a white horse without Li Yunhui coming forward. "How dare you little puss-head come out today? I must have invited reinforcements, or I’ll call you to ashes today to comfort my dead senior sister."
After seeing Forgotten Dust, Mu Qingzhu stepped forward to Forgotten Dust and "met a Taoist friend"
Looking at Muqingzhu and forgetting the dust, he snorted coldly, "What are you doing talking so much nonsense if you want to fight?"
When Mu Qingzhu heard this, he did not get angry and followed the wind lightly. "Dare to ask friends, but Taoist friends beat me out of my wits?"
Chapter 52 defeat
Looking at Mu Qingzhu and forgetting the dust, he smiled gently. "There are many monks in the hands of being original, and even some of them don’t know which brother you are."
Hearing this remark about forgetting the dust, the wooden bamboo suddenly frowned and said, "What a killer!"
"Being original is a great gate" Mu Qingzhu said.
Forget dust laughed coldly "too? A few days ago, there was also a Taoist priest in the hands of the dead seat. "
"Quantity Buddha" Mu Qingzhu heard this and immediately made a noise, but his face was full of grief but he said nothing.
"The cruel hand of Taoist friends is actually a violation of the will of your godparents. Godfathers have reached the law the other day, and our monks are not allowed to break up their souls. I don’t know if Taoist friends have ever known." While Mo Xie’s eyes are full of shock waves, it seems that they are all scored by that shock wave.
"What about that? Not don’t want to hand, but avatar eye leave hand shall not "forget the dust wind light cloud light way.
"Taoist friends are in evil influence, so it’s time for us to send you a list today. Should we rob all Taoist friends?" But I saw a friar Liu Yunfeng coming out with a full face of ShaQi staring at forgetting the dust.
"Good this great good today will call friends should be robbed" SIRS monks qi qi should and way.
For a moment, I saw this friar Yunfeng facing the dust-forgetting ceremony, but for a moment, I saw a white divine light in his hand shooting his breath into the virtual "cloud flying sleeve"
The number of streamers seems like clouds flying out of the cuff of Brother Liu Yunfeng and running along the metaphysical trajectory to surround the forgotten dust.
"Hum samadhi’s true fire" looked at the time and forgot the dust coldly. Hum baby’s fat face emerged with a touch of anger, but at the moment, I saw red light flying out of my nose and breathing in Fiona Fang. Thousands of miles away, this samadhi’s true fire produced ripples.