The autumn wind is bleak for ninety thousand miles, and the autumn moon is white in the middle of the river. Qianlibai, who was as cold as the autumn moon, was in a stalemate with Tian Nanhuo, who was like glass. The sharp sword moves were driven forward by the cold air of the north, and the domineering Tian Nanhuo also fell into a disadvantage for a moment.
"Okay!" Jiang Ying suddenly shouted, and the vigorous Tiannan Fire turned into a golden sword and attacked, "The graceful guest in white, the sound of the sword! If it weren't for this moment, I would have wanted to recruit you!"
"I am the son of Yunqi and the disciple of Jiang Yuanjun, can you!?" The sword turned and turned into Qiujiang Yueming. The two were originally a combo, and they just used the remaining power of the upper move to break through the protection of Tiannanhuo.
Indeed not. The thick golden knife collided hard with Jian Yue, Jiang Ying's face turned slightly solemn, her nephew had made great progress. If we can't save the two lives this time, we will let the tiger return to the mountain, and it will still be a fierce tiger.
"The big bullies the small." Adrian Wen's faint voice came, and Bu Jingzhi stabbed Jiang Ying's shoulder unprepared.
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