Broken Air and Dead Spirit Festival (9)

[大天使·黯月]
The angel has already waved his wings and announced that the new gospel starlight and the moonlight are fading down to everyone--the most influential unknown soul of the mind is the fourth-order
"Is that you?" Ming Ge sat on the eaves, hanging two legs, showing a good swim.
"Oh, it's so cold! I said, you won't smile?" Yu Yu looked up at him: "It's a pity that such a face!" Her eyes are full of smiles, but that double entrains this The blood-red pupil of the ink is like an abyss, confusing.
"Laughter, it belongs to the act of swearing." Ming Song turned his head and looked indifferent: "I ask you, are you the moon sacrifice of Lucifer?"
It seems that you are like this! Yu Yu smiled: "What about it?"
Ming Song looked at her coldly, and the golden brown pupil began to split up some articles, forming a wonderful pattern that flickered in the golden brown pupil.
"It's really big ice!" Yu Yu was unprepared, still full of smiles on his face.
However, her smile soon became stiff on her face, quickly dissolved into a cold, and the right hand, a moonlight, smashed a space above it, and flew up with the attraction of the space airflow.
The surface suddenly opened up a huge battle, and the lines of the Ming dynasty were innumerable. The land in the battlefield was cracked, splashing sand and fine sand, and the air in the khaki scene was spinning rapidly.
The feathers can only open the space again, and the warm jade of the finger on the finger is replaced by the fierce black. The flame that is burning around forms a giant sickle in the right hand of the feather, almost two meters, sharp and sharp. With a black glow. The handle is wrapped around a black line.
The stone in the air collides, and the friction gradually gets eroded by the air. The khaki-colored air gradually thickens and compresses into a blood-red fog, which is rolled up to the hand-held [the ring of the silver tail].
"Moonlight, out."
The moonlight and the blood mist intertwined, and then a creaking sound, the moonlight was bound, and then swallowed, and then spread to the feathers, eroding every inch of her exposed skin.
Reluctantly use the [Tail of the Silver Tail] to open the blood fog and escape again.
The tingling of the whole body went deep into the bone marrow, and the hand was loose. The ring of the silver tail fell to the ground.
Ming Ge stood on the roof and reached for a trick. [The Ring of the Silver Tail] made a creaking sound and then flew to the Ming song.
"铛-" [The Ring of the Silver Tail] was intercepted in the air.
Yu's mouth overflowed with a smile of red blood, planted into the battle, gradually corroded, and only the remaining white bones disappeared.
Sitting on the ground, the fourth-order Zhaomu: "The broken wing is really powerful..." He is ready to put all the beautiful words on the broken wing, and the broken wing directly sealed his mouth.
Qi Moer's eyelids picked and picked, could Zhaomu say that he would die? The right hand began to compress the space and prayed silently. "What are you doing?" The broken wing looked at the sorrow alertly, and the pupils launched a wonderful battle, and the blood-red lines gradually extended.
"Are you guarding me for a long time? After coming out of the city of Misir."
"No, I just think that Yu Yu will not let go of the good opportunity to use you." The broken wing did not move again, and the eyes suddenly showed a sharp light.
Xiaomoer smiled like a smile. "That's good! I can't kill you, so I have no worries!"
Zhaomu squinted, and immediately added a protective enchantment to himself.
The broken wing sinks his face, and a huge space is cut off behind him. When he steps back a few hundred steps, the posture in the pupil begins to change, and the blood red veins converge in the other way. I added a golden passport to myself.
It is called the strongest protective enchantment except the "eternal" [holy]
Pulling Zhaomu to his side, his brows are slight, and his palms begin to sweat.
Gabriel, this time you are doing a bit too much.
Sumoor suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood-red pupil suddenly enlarged, and it was almost transparent. There is a lot of desperation and pain in the middle, and the long hair flutters in the air, and there is a blood red in the chest that is slowly beating, glaring, and mottled as if to cut the air.
The broken wing took a deep breath, and the giant battle underneath the murmur was exactly the same as the bloody red pupil.

The second middle school of Yanggao County, Shanxi Province, Shanxi Province, the second day: the fire of death