Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 1915 speaks to the West, I learned it.

At night, the eyebrows are tightened and the body shape is stabilized.

She squinted at the wound on her shoulder.

A slender blood mark is extremely obvious.

It is worthy of being the treasure of the town.

The power of Jingguangjian is too strong.

The injury that fell in the night made the look of Jing Jing on the face, showing the color of pride.

Sure enough, she guessed it.

The speed of clearing the night is fast, but as long as the clearing habit of clearing the night is clear.

She can easily dispose of the night and clear it!

Jingxin’s self-confidence has risen sharply.

Her five fingers clasped the Jingguang sword, and once again, the face of the night fell, the wind and the waves were generally cut directly.

At night, the pink lips and the look at the bottom of the eyes also showed a hint of interest.

"Let's clear the night, go to hell!" Jing Hao long sword cut down, the mouth of the mouth swearing.

At night, the lips fell slightly and the body suddenly turned over.

A long skirt like a fire, starting from the ground.

The fan of the fan in the hand, Xuan Lijun shot.

The glamorous red awning is printed with a long skirt.

Even more in the night, the face of the city is like a blooming night, with a fascinating charm.

The scenery is a little cold.

"The beauty is for me, but it's useless!"

She snorted and dismissed the night at this festival, and tried to use the beauty.

She is a woman, not a man.

For the night, the face of the deadly temptation.

She does not have a half-pity of cherished jade.

"Beauty? Don't disgust me, face this face, I can't use the beauty." The night was clear and smiled, and the pink lips raised a strange arc.

In the next moment, the lupin in the hands of the night cleared a flip.

A red ribbon smashed out of her cuffs.

The red ribbon is like a burning fire dragon.

At night, when the night falls, the fan fan is unfolded, and the mysterious air bursts out.

The hurricane self-phasing flame fan was released, and instantly opened the sword of Jingjing, and wrapped the Jingyu group.

"Glyphs!"

Jing Hao screamed, cold and sweeping the oncoming hurricane and red silk.

Her sword was moving, and the sword was fierce and unstoppable.

But for a moment, the layer of red silk covered on the body was smashed.

Red silk rags, spread out in the sky.

Jing Hao proud of the chest, the face of the face of a smug color: "night clear, just rely on you, but also want to compete with this head? Do not measure!"

The voice just fell, and the back of the scene was suddenly cold.

On the side of the ear, there is a sweet voice in the close range: "Is it? It’s a pity that the ten-gate is in the door... Your voice is hitting the West, I learned it."

Jing Hao looks awkward and avoids the attack range of night clearing at the fastest speed.

She was horrified at the ability to react at night and to the amazing speed of the night.

Have to admit.

This night's talent is much stronger than the night she thinks is a genius.

At first, she looked at the waste that was light at night.

Instead of ignoring the true genius?

However, until now, Jing Hao has no chance to regret.

In any case, her rumored disciples of the Ten Gates are absolutely not allowed to insult.

"嘶" a sound of tearing the fabric.

The clothing on the shoulder of Jingjing was cut open.

She was shocked and quickly lifted Jingguangjian and counterattacked her shoulder.

"锵锵-"

Jingguangjian squats in the air and screams a strong mystery.

Jing Hao discovered that the original tearing of her clothes was the silver in the night.

The silver wire is like a slender snake, soft and weak, wrapped around the Jingguang sword.

(End of this chapter)