Tick! Tick!

The bright red blood drops to the ground, and the holy luck of the eight disciples of the holy tower is split apart, and the former mighty power is no longer lost!

Even, on everybody's body, all hanged the color, took the wound!

"How could it be so?"

Their faces were angry, unbelievable and unwilling!

They are disciples of the holy tower. People like Lou Qianxue should be easily trodden into the mire by them. It shouldn't be like this

It shouldn't be so hard, even everyone has been hurt, and there is a potential failure!

This makes them extremely proud, simply can not accept!

Lou Qianxue doesn't answer, and the broken cloud sword flies in her hand. With a flash of cold light, she appears behind yuan Haoran.

Capture the king first. This man is the central figure who can persuade so many people to help in the pagoda!

Bang!

With a loud noise, the powerful shield suddenly appeared behind yuan Haoran, blocking the broken cloud sword. Although there were signs of breaking after a short pause, Yuan Haoran still saved his life and hid away with a big change in his face.

A breeze blew by.

Lou Qianqian's long hair, snow-white dress, gently blowing with the wind, beautiful face with a light cold: "give me the holy luck, or die!"

She has no patience to fight them any more!

In particular, the eight disciples of the holy pagoda joined hands. She was consumed very much. In addition to the fact that the holy luck would not be consumed and her momentum was still magnificent, her yuan power and spiritual power were all consumed in a hurry

Even if the war ended, she would have to rest for quite some time!

The disciples of the pagoda looked ugly one by one, but the war situation at this time had made them understand that if they had not joined hands, they would not have been Lou Qianxue's opponent.

Lou Qianxue is against eight. They have no chance to win. This is an unbearable humiliation for them!

It is even more impossible for them to admit defeat directly, but even if they are late, it will be unbearable to lose, unless someone will help them wash away the humiliation

At the time when the disciples of the pagoda looked suspicious, suddenly

"Hum!" The pale face of Yuan Haoran suddenly burst out a grim joy: "brother out of the customs! Lou Qianxue, my brother is out of the customs, he is coming here! When he comes here, you will be dead! "

Other disciples of the pagoda, after a brief pause, were also surprised: "master Haomiao has really passed the pass?"

"Yes

"That's great. If Mr. Haomiao makes a move, this woman is not an opponent!"

The disciples of the pagoda were full of surprise and said with confidence.

Floor thousand snow eyebrow heart slightly a Cu, heart but slightly sink.

The first World War had already consumed her multiple and spiritual strength. If there was another one, I would not say what the person's accomplishments were. It would be terrible to say that the person joined hands with the eight people, and the nine people would do it together!

"No! The eight must be dealt with before that man comes! "

Lou Qianxue's eyes flashed a trace of grim color. His body flashed and disappeared. When he appeared again

Hiss!

The broken cloud sword pierced into the man's critical place. The man's strength was gone for a thousand li, and he lost his resistance in an instant. His surrounding Qi was crumbling, and he was drifting towards the building with thousands of snow!

"No!"

"Even if you beat me, you won't get my good luck!"

The disciple of the pagoda roared, taking advantage of his control over the holy luck

Bang!

With a loud noise, the holy luck behind the disciple of the pagoda suddenly broke out!

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