From the Bird

Seeing that the purple flames in Yan Fu's berry core gradually faded, the wormhole became bigger and bigger.

Get the kernel first!

Yuzhe pressed down on his knees, and whispered, hate parting and Yuzhe disappeared at the same time.

Uh ~

Gravel shot.

A dark red alder-wood mask stopped the owner's way.

Of the five wormholes, the largest is not yet the size of a human head, and the smallest is only rice grains. Obviously there is still no one to come by, but it is only a matter of time.

"Can't make it ..."

The "hate and leave" voice was indeed dull and unpleasant.

He had a head shorter than his feathered feet, was wearing a grey jersey, and had a long braid behind his head.

At this moment he was buried in the back of his bow, his hands spread out, and looked a little funny. His face was clearly painted with oil paint, but the big mouth with fangs twitched slightly. Even more weird and horrible.

"Get away!"

Feather Lord's eyebrows stood upside down, and the whip legs fiercely struck the ribs of hate and leave with a sharp airburst.

Hate parting motionless, like blood curtain curtain, dripping from the lower end of the mask.

"Ok?"

Yuzhu raised his eyebrows, and one dark red mask came out from Yuzhu's waist, hands, and back. Either his eyes widened or he frowned. Or sneer, seeing people cold all over the body.

"Hahahahaha ..."

The sound of the old man's voice was so distant, and the wicked cypress mask couldn't cover the unspeakable evil smell of the thin body behind him.

Zhang Zhang's mask enveloped Yu Zhu's strong body, with a buzz, the black flames penetrated the gap between the mask and the mask, burning the Yu Zhu into a large torch.

Feng Yi's spirit shook: "Dad, this is his true body, refine him!"

Hate parting Li Fufu's heavy mask: "My bitter fire has made the spirit five immortals, but I can't make the stubborn worms ~"

"He didn't even use his heritage, we ..."

"Why is it anxious?"

Hate parting and cursing out of the accent.

Huh!

The flickering black flames fluctuated. At last, several masks were cracked together, and the white feathers of the lord's body burst into smoke. One fist broke the cypress mask, and he took the phalanges and walked out.

"Your new bitter weapon ... whispering."

"Huh ~"

He replied with a grudge, pointing his finger aside.

The owner's gaze followed his fingers, and the largest black wormhole was already the size of a washbasin. One wore a pair of long boots ...

His face was cold, and he hated parting but bullied him. The two had four arms together. Hate parting looked skinny. The two wrestled and the master of the feathers couldn't get rid of it.

And hate to leave behind, is the wrong line, the dark red wood carving mask!

"Avon!"

Feng Yi in a suit buried his eyes in his short hair, stretched his left hand intact, and hit **** with a rattle.

The sound of the waves rolled, and the tide of the Yellow River rolled all three people together with Yan Fuguo!

The turbulent waves of the Yellow River, the chaotic cypress masks, the explosive power between the bare-backed men in the water, and the burst of water spray shot out, which was the aftermath of the feather fist.

Zhao Xin, whose head was buried, couldn't see clearly, she sometimes saw the towering yellow river water, and sometimes saw the sky flying, the ghostly cypress mask. And from the beginning to the end, successive sonic boom sounds.

The distance between the lord of the feathers and the core of Yan Fu's fruit was only about 200 meters. For him, it was within easy reach, but he was pinned down by two people, hate to leave and Feng Yi.

Fight, the outcome is unpredictable.

Dragging is a breeze.

Behind the Tochigi mask, hate a smile on the corner of the wrinkled mouth.

Seeing that the wormhole next to the fruit core was getting bigger and bigger, it was enough to let the remaining Sifan people come down, and the eyes of the feather master turned red.

Big deal, kill you all!

On the edge of the aftermath, a dark red mask with a corner missing was thrown out of the battlefield and was falling at the feet of Li Yan.

It is worth mentioning that Li Yan cannot use the imprint space and weapons, but the carrot in his pocket is considered as part of the basic clothing.

Li Yanyi bowed his head, facing the slick wooden carving mask.

Howl

The heavy oil mask rushed forward, reminding Li Yan of the embracing worm in "Alien".

The woodcarving mask passed through Li Yan without any hindrance, and the mask that exhausted the last strength fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

In the battle, hate parting a cry. He stunned the effort of the god, Yu Zhu punched his heart with a fist, and the wood carving mask of Mantian all looked pained.

Li Yan's fingertips swept through the muddy water of the Yellow River, ignoring the shocking aftermath of the three people. Insincerely involved.

"Fruit-exclusive props?"

Hate parting is shocked and angry.

No matter how powerful walking and fighting among Yan Fu's fruits, there are some basic rules to follow.

This is the principle that Yuzhu forcibly crossed the border and took his own heritage to open the mouth into the fruit.

The same is true for fruit exclusive props. Without this fruit, exclusive props are waste, but in the fruit, exclusive props can often erupt very terrible power.

However, it is not unsolvable ...

Young man looking for death. Hate not to sneer in the centrifugal, shouting at Feng Yi: "A Feng, what is the magical power your boss gives you?"

Feng Yi smiled bitterly: "Destroyed by the owner."

"what?"

The host Yu laughed loudly. Although he didn't think Li Yan could help him, he could make the old ghost across the street eat a lot. He was already very happy.

Li Yan shook his hand back and forth, confirming that the mask and the Yellow River water, and even the host raised his fist, the scorching wind that is comparable to the hammer can not hurt himself.

Now hesitate, he took out the carrot and stuffed it in his mouth, and the **** rushed towards Yan Fu's pit.

"Dad?"

Feng Yi made a noise.

"Mo hurry! He can't touch it without taking off his belt!"

Hate parting old eyes, old eyes, staring at the soap belt on Li Yan's waist.

Li Yanchi punched empty-handed and rushed to the side of the amber-colored walnut shell. Passed through his body like it was fake.

Among the five wormholes, several faces were faintly visible. The largest one, half of the black body was exposed, watching the battlefield where one master and two bitter, the sharp one wearing a black trench coat and carrying carrots The man ran over them.

Click it.

Li Yan bit the carrot in her mouth and turned to look at Yuzhu.

It was a strong face in his thirties, with a tough knife and axe. There is a long dark red scar on the forehead, dark green military pants on the lower body, a leather belt, and the upper body bare.

The two stared at each other for several seconds.

Silk ~

Li Yan tore off the soap belt of the Shenxing Division, and instantly fell like an ice cave!

Even Feng Yi, the weakest of the three, did n’t have any trouble trying to kill Li Yan. Before fighting with Wu Shan and others, he was just waiting for the appearance of Yan Fuguo. This is so, he was a little serious and killed Mustache and old man.

At this moment, when the three of them confronted each other, the enthusiasm of the razor-sharp killer almost crushed Li Yan's nerves!

"kill him!"

It's not hate parting and Feng Yi that say this, but they're stuck in the wormhole, and it's difficult to find shape.

With a long cry from the master of the feather, the fierce howling wind greeted the two in front of him. The body full of explosive tension volleyed like a bowstring, holding Feng Yi in one hand and holding hate in the other.

Li Yan shakes his hand and pulls out the big tiger's head gun, and the slender gun rests on the amber walnut shell.

"... 50%."

Dan Niang's words were still there.

Inside the clear walnut shell, eight purple flames were used to correct errors. Among the flames, nine objects that could not be seen at all were revealed at this moment.

One piece of scrap iron was consumed because of the advent of hatred.

Behind is the dragon head Hu Qin, dragon pattern swallowing handle, dragon head and phoenix carving. Dragon-shaped beast button, lion-headed dragon-tail incense burner, dragon-scale dragon drum, dragon-top stele, dragon-head spine-eater, eight foreign bodies

A little bit of red blood dripped on the walnut shell.

Blood dipped.

Tiger head shot

Yan wears curtains!

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