My Script is a Supporting Role

Long Bowl is full.

"call out!"

A loose soft yuan is a three-inch length of the small arrow, swaying, there is no flying, it has been shredded by the longitudinality in the war circle.

Xiao Qinglong is added with his hand, ","

It took a few mouthfuls in the black man, where did Luoli are so tossing?

If my Lingyuan is in, I still use this?

Pooh!

This arrow can make this Bayi Mountain beings!

Luo Qier stupid eyes, hurry up, said, "Quick, I have a few pieces of stone."

"Hurry and take it out." Xiaoqinglong also quickly explored his head.

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The war has changed again.

The black man's body is under the double attack of Murong Qingyue and Mo Chen, as the scar is getting more and more, as if the cracking ice cubes, it has become more and more fragile.

Mo Chen and Murong Qing Moon are in the pair of v profirements, the more it is more, and even the cooperation between the two has become more and more tacit.

Little Qinglong looks, this does not express it, I am afraid that the guy in the black dress is directly to be bigger.

Directly swallow the stone stone in Luoqi in his hand, and an ear of a white smoke.

Then I quickly said to Loqi: "You now feel too weak, if you want to improve the attack power, you can introduce blood into the mixed chandle and turn it into a broken magic blood."

"Break the Magic Blood Drow, can break all the skills of the world, is a strong killing skill in the battle."

Loqi's eyes are bright, the big channel: "I am very good, even if I have a heavy weight ... So a little bit, so the blood is very sufficient."

Mo Chen heard this there, suddenly called: "Are you called a little bit? Do you at least a few times better?"

Luo Qi's brow is vertical, I don't want to shoot an arrow.

"You don't speak, you have to die."

The Yuan gas arrow is almost attached to Mo Poshi, and there is a black man's body.

Black people are self-supporting wolf, and there is no end and I am angry.

Are you not angry with him?

Shouldn't you shoot him, how come it is here?

Luoqi frightened against Mo Chen, "You have to dare to say that I have heavy, I will shoot him."

Black people think, this is a special.

"He can't get you, do you not shoot him?"

"How can I come to shoot me?"

Luo Qier drums the exquisite face: "Anyway, I will shoot you, what opinions do you have?"

Murong Qingyue's fire red sword suddenly increased, the sword passed, and the black people added new injuries.

The Murong Qingyoon The look is awkward, "" Hurrying this battle, I can't stand it. "

Are you fighting, or is it like?

Three people put together the side, fully engaged.

Murong Qingyue's strong sword strokes did not stop in the black man.

And Mo Chen is close to the black man, while controlling the chain, circs the black people around the black, and began to tighten it.

Three feet, one feet, seven feet, five feet ...

The black man was detachably dragged, and there was a Murong Qing moon sword hindrance. There was no reason to take into account the tightening chain. Gradually, the scope of hand and foot attack became more and narrower, and the attack and defense movements became a little. .

At this time, on the long chain, the ring loop lock suddenly disperse.

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A ring lock, turned into a heavy shackle, set on black man's wrist, ankle, arms, chest, shoulders ...

The black man desperately wants to break free, but these locks seem to be tightly connected by unparalleled power, and the black man does not have a way to shake.

Soon, all the locks clamped the black people, and even again, make up a human shackle.

The black man is trapped, like a knight wearing golden armor, only a head is still outside.

Murong Qingyue is slightly breathed, waving the Qianquan feathers.

This battle, she also tired.

The black man did not expect this to today, actually planted in three small men, and anger, it is not sweet, and finally makes a boundless ridicule.

"Hahahaha, Mo Chen, you have the soul of the soul, no one can solve, unless you continue to cultivate the magic."

"But, in that, you are on the road of the magic, and you can't look back again."

Mo Chen looked at the eyes of the black man, said: "It is obvious that you live for decades, and you will live to the dog."

The black man's eyes are filled with blood, hoarse voice: "The winner is the king, the loser is a heart, what do you want to say, how to say."

"But the magic mark on your body, but it will never be clear."

"You will become an enemy that is always in the process of training, and you will only live in the darkness."

Mo Chen did not care about him, to Murong Qingyue Road: "How do you deal with this person?"

Murong Qingyue Road: "Since it is a matter of you, it is natural to handle it."

Mo Du Shen, "This is ..."

Kill in the ground?

Or is it given to Zongmen?

"call out!"

A Yuanyuan arrow with a dazzling blood broke down, and there was a sound in the earth.

Mo Chen suddenly made his eyes.

what's the situation!

Black man is more unbelievable with full face.

This ... What is this trick?

Even if your own golden magic works, this body is also far from the common practice.

The sword of Murong Qingyue is just just a deep shallow blood position on him.

However, this empty arrow is actually nailed to his head.

"The little girl who took the bow is not the lowest one ... why ..."

However, he will never know the answer again.

Luo Qier holds the dragon bows, the amount is sweating, and it is also a horrified. Actually, one arrow was shot. "

When I finished, she has been in the ground.

A few arrows released in front, not shooting, that is, weak weakness, so this arrow Luo Qier is in a fence, I want to build a tree.

But because it is too powerful, the blood in the body is too powerful, so that she can't bear it.

When she fainted again, the bloody and arrow was extremely strong. Although an arrow was shot, she also made her flustered short-haired faint flowers.

Now she has not fainted in the past, and it is already a miracle.

Mo Chen and Murong Qingyue are full of sacred.

What is the sorrowful blood circulation? Is it so powerful?

Xiao Qinglong brushed out from the Dragon Bow in the bow, handshed on the hand, Yang Tian haha ​​laughed.

"Hahaha, this recruited commence is a mixed yuan, but as long as the blood in the body is injected into it, the skill is slightly changed, and it can become a dramatic blood, specializing in the world."

"A big, this trick is not very powerful!"

Chapter 111, the dead is not letting

Mo Chen has to admit that this set of exercises is really very powerful.

However, what is the "Blood Ranger", and the blood is related ...

Is Luo Qier not fainting?

Looking at Loqi's face is not good, Mo Chen walked over and viewed it, it is ok, Luo Qier is not a big problem.

When I wrinkled the brow to Xiao Dragon: "What is the sorrowful of the magic blood, it is full of blood, she has been fainting, how to live?"

Xiao Qinglong didn't expect himself to become a sin, and his heart was panicked.