But it happened.

He hacked crazily, regardless of his physical strength, but he continued to see no signs of decline, as if he would never get tired.
It’s just …
Unreasonable!
The thought turns, and the double-edged axe in Zhou Jia’s hand is getting brighter and brighter, and the silky silk appears in the rain of the axe blade.
This kind of weather
Thunder power will increase a lot
……
……
……
"Sister"
Qian Xiaoyun just jumped out of the back window and looked at the figure in front with a sullen look.
Qian Yunfan slowly walked out of the darkness and sighed.
"Take out what the child gave me and go back with me to see the family. I believe Dad will let you go."
"Hum!"
Qian Xiaoyun cold hum
"He’s not my dad. He’s crazy!"
"Crazy?" Qian Yunfan looked up and looked at his eyes.
"This is a crazy world. Maybe it’s not normal to be like you."
"Everything will eventually die, and all living things will die. Only my Lord’s great power will not fall, sister, can we walk correctly."
"It seems …" Qian Xiaoyun handed the child to the Astral woman behind him and shook the sword gently.
"You are crazy, too."
"Stubborn" Qian Yunfan shook his head
"It seems that we will eventually kill each other."
"Don’t worry!"
He looked at Qian Xiaoyun primly.
"Even if this is Hongzeyu, I will still bring your body back after you die, so forget the brotherhood."
"Don’t have to" Qian Xiaoyun sneer at the sword in his hand and shake it gently. A flash of light is already behind him, sneaking close to the figure.
"I still want to live with Huo Zhen!"
"Huo … really?" Qian Yunfan’s eyes contracted, and the few warmth left in his eyes disappeared completely without a flick of one hand.
“！”
"Kill her!"
Yinluo
Shadows are pouring in from all directions, and people have not yet taken all kinds of arrows and streamers one step ahead towards Qian Xiaoyun’s cover.
"Building!"
Qian Xiaoyun drank the sword in his palm, and the cold light shone like snowflakes. The attack protected the people behind him and retreated.
"Ah …" Qian Yunfan shook his head.
"You can’t escape."
a storied building
Luo Xiuying curled up shivering and his ears were getting closer and closer to growling, growling and shaking violently.
A certain moment
Zheng!
Harsh, ringing calls come from all directions.
It sounds like a carefree groan, but it comes from a dead thing, but it has a charm with a vivid thing.