MTL - Nan Chan-Chapter 118 Bronze mirror

"A B!" Pear turned and shouted, "The movement is so big, the nine brothers will be on the way! You come in and let the house heat up!"

A Yi will snow the charm of the mountain to Yamada, jumped into the threshold, and walked into the door a few steps. He took off his shirt and immediately said, "How cold!"

Shanyue’s pillow has been damp, and the floating pear quickly said: “Your original body is a fire, and you can live in this cold.”

A B simply sat in the window, and as soon as he sat down, the spread of ice melted into water. Ah Yi saw the moon in the face and was scary. He stood up again and said, "How can he not come out! How long will it take?"

Pear does not answer, she only said: "You are sitting!"

A B is fixed. It is strange to say that when he enters, the chill is no longer entangled, as if he is afraid of his original body.

Yamada outside the door | The gun sits and keeps guarding the door.

Zongyin was trapped in the encirclement, and he fell into the sea and stunned the waves, and then a dragon broke out and disrupted the layout of the heavens and the earth. The blizzard covered the sky, and the giant net screamed from the thick clouds. The glory swayed across the mesh and set the singer.

"Sin of the sin!" The top of the head will press the hoe, "sentimental law, sin as a scale! And sinful evil, sin plus one!"

The gongs screamed, the mountains broke, and the long marks were cracked. He is earning his claws, but the other party is obviously prepared. The net is getting tighter and tighter, and the mesh is so tumbling that it is rolling and rolling down countless cold pines.

"Seven emotions and six desires are always!" Zongyin stretched his neck and screamed, "I am guilty of what I am!"

"The gods and gods are different." God will wrap up the long chain of Jinmang, hold the neck of the Zongyin, and slam up. "Wrong is wrong! On the nine-day stage, it has its own decision!"

The grandmother was soaring and was taken back to the person. He refused to go, red face, tears tearing the gold chain between the neck: "There is a good life in heaven, everyone has a heart of sorrow! Let's kill the sorrow, he will listen to it! Tonight my wife is difficult to produce, I am dangerous. Can't leave her!"

God pulled the gravity and stepped on the shoulder of the singer. He said in a cold voice: "For the sake of the gods, you will be abhorrent to the present. You will still be abhorrent to this day. Tonight, nine days will be eagerly awaited, and there is room for you to choose." go!"

Zongyin knees in the snow, he pulled the chain between the neck, was dragged a few steps, his arms stretched blue veins.

"Fold his arms!" God will make a decree, "Never delay!"

The sect was smashed into the snow. He had snow between his nose and mouth. He struggled and was dragged out a few steps. He noticed that someone was pulling his arms, and he muttered: "Nine heavens do not talk about Chang Lun, and the law of heaven and earth is nothing for Cheng Tianjun!"

God will say: "Cheng Tianjun is the law of the Three Realms. You are an important person. You don't even understand this truth. Hands-on!"

When God turned the voice, he heard the hurricane slamming, and the mountains and the pines swayed. Blizzard was fascinated, and when he was swinging his sleeve, there was a singer in front of him, standing clearly in a heavenly uniform.

Jing Lin’s eyes are covered with white snow. He squats in the wind and waves, and asks: “What do you say?”

God will feel the coldness of the bones, and his throat is very difficult. His gaze slid along the eyes of Jinglin to the eyebrows of Jinglin, and then stepped back, and the hand holding the handle of the waist side shook.

"Jun..." God softened his knees and walked back and forth, shouting in horror, "Pro, Lin Songjun!"

The sound was sharp and tearing, and the endless sea of ​​people immediately looked back. Jing Lin stands here, neither looking at the eyes nor dodging. He pointed to the air in the air, and the wind scabbarded his scabbard between his palms.

Net Lin slowed down the sword and took a step.

This Ukrainian sea of ​​people has taken a step back, like the nine-day platform five hundred years ago. They were silent, snoring and timid, and no one could pull the sword accordingly.

The **** hurricane has so far been remembered, and the killing of the princes is also a column. The guns are smashing, and the lotus pond of the Vatican has become a blood soup.

Who killed the monarch?

Lin Songjun who has been repeatedly talked about in the past 500 years!

The net lining eyes are tens of thousands of people, and the pharynx spring sword "squeaky" sounds out of the cold. The sword front picks up the snow, and when he is in the wind, his sleeves are blasting, and the hair passes over the eyes, which is the same as the one in their nightmare.

When the sky came from the sky, I saw the pharynx and the green mans, and God would have done it. He leaped and rushed straight to the net. Net Lin looked up from below and the two men looked at each other.

"Heart -"

When the sky was exported, it felt a shock between heaven and earth. He was about to land, but he looked up and saw a thing in the cloud that was "squeaky" and slammed between him and Jinglin.

The wind and snow stopped.

A double-sided bronze mirror stood quietly between the two.

Jinglin saw that the bronze mirror was simple and simple, and the heart was moving. He single-handedly buckled his sword and saw his own figure in the background. Then, like the water, he turned into a sky.

Jinglin looked at the sky in the sky. "Cangwu" opened the umbrella and exposed it. He said to him in the rain: "It really is my heart!"

The hand of Jinglin buckled the sword immediately, and the chest burst into shock. He stumbled further and felt that the scene seemed to have happened, and he was stunned.

"Brother..." Jing Lin whispered unconsciously, "Brother."

"Cangwu" smiled and said: "I am not fainted? Painful? How to lose so much..."

The net Linfa seems to be drenched with rain, and he lifted it stunnedly, seeing that the heavens and the earth have changed. The snowy night in the mountains turned into a golden platform, and the stage was empty, only the "clan" standing in front of it.

Jing Lin replied replied: "Not faint, not painful, not thin..."

"Cangwu" explores his arms to hug him, and Jing Lin looks at this person who is close to him. "The sky" hugged him half-length, and the sword of Jinglin was pushed back. He wanted to speak, but he heard a "sting".

"Cangwu" arm out of the dragon claws, straight from the back to the net Lin heart!

The other side of the sky is laughing and asking the mirror: "What are you waiting for in front of the mirror? Come to me."

The net Lin of the border seems to be somewhat confused. He said to him: "I am a little cold."

The sky said: "I am holding it."

"Net Lin" greeted the sword and looked at the sky, saying: "The back is cold."

The sky accidentally said: "That is a hug."

"Net Lin" was faintly eager, and he stepped forward in front of the sky, waiting to be hugged. The sky shook his hand, and after a few moments, said: "So cool..."

The bronze mirror suddenly slammed loudly, and one hand slammed on the mirror end, and the blood was shining along the fingertips. The people over there squinted at the mirror, and after the rain, the shoulders were red, and he hit the mirror with his elbow.

"What you see is illusory!" Jing Lin screamed, "Cangwu!"

He gave the name to the sky and only called it today. This is so oyster, it is so urgent. However, to no avail, this bronze mirror seems to be separated by a layer of boundaries, he clearly can hear the sound of the sky, but the sky can not hear his voice.

Net Lin punched the mirror and the wind was swept away. He immediately evaded. When the "Cangwu" dragon claws come over, they can twist the wind and can easily crush the spine of Jinglin. After the net Lin shoulder has been caught, the current scabbard block, and then the entire body was hit by a giant force on the mirror.

The mirror is "squeaky" loud, and the net Lin's arms are hard to stop, and it is hard to breathe by the dragon claws. He leaned his neck and made a force, knowing that he couldn’t beat this dragon, followed his long legs, slamming his shoulders on the shoulders of the sky, twisting his body with a scabbard, and slamming into the sky. "Side neck.

However, "Cangwu" is not moved by it. His scales are gradually over the body. Unless Jinglin pulls out the Yanquan sword, it is difficult to parry.

Jinglin’s ankle was caught and then smashed to the ground. He screamed at the blood, and the "cash" immediately dragged him to the speed. Net Lin inserted a sword and slammed the snow and dragged it. He had been dragged out of a blood mark, and the back shoulder was stunned, almost hurting the bone.

Who is the hardest to fight under this day?

Of course, it is my own lover.

The sky is holding the "Net Lin" hand, and he does not want this hand to suddenly hold him. He said: "This mirror..."

The pharyngeal spring sword suddenly came out of the sheath, and the sword edge directly picked it up to the chest of the sky. He couldn't catch it, lifted his arm and blocked the Jianfeng, and he did not retreat.

"Net Lin" swept the wind, and the green mans exploded between the two. The sky is staggered, the palm does not dare to gravity, only to the "net Lin" wrist force. "Net Lin" palms loose, followed by the pharyngeal sword against the back of the thorns, slammed into the throat of the sky. As soon as the sky grasped the tip of the sword, he followed the arm of "Net Lin", and he should have fallen to the ground.

However, "Net Lin" looked at him, as if he could call out his brother in the next moment.

The heart of the sky is soft and dark.

Cheng Tianjun, really **** tricks!

The throat of the pharynx is wiped out by the neck, and the sky is shunning. He slammed his arm and repelled the "net Lin" half-step. He didn't want the "net Lin" to spin over his elbows. The body wind went with the sword, and the sky did not want to see Lin Songjun's power. He folded his elbow and slammed into the "Net Lin" waist, bending over and squatting. "Net Lin" stepped into the air, and the pharynx sword spurs down like a military horse. Its intuitive sense is far more horrible than the drunk mountain.

If it is not the right time, the sky wants to hold him a circle, boasting "play well"!

When the snow fell on the feet, it flew away, and the sky rolled back half a step. The pharyngeal sword "唰唰" straight cut to his throat, and the blood line of the cheeks on the side of the sky emerged. His arm suddenly hurts, see the "Net Lin" hand-painted, the top three layers of blue envelopes shrouded under the armpits, the front of the eyes pharynx.

At this time of the millennium, the bronze mirror suddenly broke into a crack. The next moment, the net Lin rushed out, and the pharyngeal sword was cold like mercury, and the sword of "Net Lin" was smashed. He plunged into the arms of the sky, and turned over the net Lin body with his arms. The net Lin lifted his legs against the chest of "Qinglin" and pulled out his feet.

"Net Lin" fell in the snow, the fake dragon's claws have worn the wind before the net Lin neck, Jing Lin gasped and recovered the leg. The buccal side of the arm ran out, the dragon claws and the dragon claws slammed into the front of the net, the storm blows the fine snow in front of him.

The two people did not even have a sentence, and they worked seamlessly.

The sky holds the person in one hand, and with one hand on it, stepping out. Strong winds swept through, "Cangwu" dragon claws gradually bent, the sky to treat themselves hate not to make more force, hold him to the ground.

The mountain was violently shocked.

The cicada made a few chills, and then the double-sided bronze mirror cracked openly and shattered into a fluorescent light, which was between the snow and the snow.

The porcelain cup in the nine-day environment was ringed by the sound of "叮".

Cheng Tianjun's wide-sleeve bobbin, which has been sitting for many years, pushes the sunspot on the board down.

The black jade chess piece sinks and sinks on the stone slab. It rolls along the narrow road to the stone bed, and the **** sea around it immediately swells like boiling water. Seals and runes were interlaced, and one strip was burned, and the man on the stone bed closed his eyes.

The broken gun that has been dusting for many years is ringing.

Ah Yi was watching his sister A helping the production, and the window behind him suddenly exploded. In a hurry, he pulled out the Sanskrit chain and slammed the other's weapons.

Long | The gun arrived, and the next moment the wooden window broke, the cold wind poured in. Yamada turned red, and he raised his arm to cover his face and panted.

On the bed, the moon was dying, and the floating pear was already on the bed. She screamed and said, "I was born! Hot water, A, hot water!"

A B wants to move, but finds that he can't move at all. There was some tremor in his teeth and he said, "How do you... change..."

Yamada’s footsteps were awkward. He slipped over the wall and said, “My sister...I...”

The floating pear wrapped the child, and when he turned back, he saw that A was suddenly hit on the side of the bed. The table and chair "Dangdang" turned over, the mountain moon on the couch had already breathed gradually, and the branches were rolled away in the cracks.

"Zong... Zong Ge..."

Shanyue meditation, the hair has been covered with frost.

"Hot water!" A Yi shot on the side of the basin and hit his sister.

The frozen water in the basin is boiling, the floating pears catch the pot, and the child is groping for the branches.

Yamada crossed the wall, and the gun hit the ground, and the whole house crashed! Looking back at the floating pear, she hugged the child and opened her eyes.

"Li Wei!"