Clothes hunting, wind rustling, like a God, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant.
Someone gulps down a mouthful of saliva, looks back from Ling Luoyu's body, and then looks at Li FengChen. Suddenly, he screams.
"Ghost!"
I don't know whether he is calling Ling Luoyu a ghost or lifengchen is a ghost.
In any case, under this voice, all the people on the boat, men and women, old and young, and whether they could swim in the water, all jumped down with their lives.
It's like the end of the evening, just like the end of rifengchen.
The current is so fast that some people are drowned by the current without shouting after they jump down.
More people are desperate to howl "help", hoping that someone can save them.
Ling Luoyu is speechless.
Once again, it turns out that the brain is a good thing, but not everyone has it!
It's enough for people who can swim in the water to escape. Even a group of dry ducks dare to jump.
I don't know who gave them courage.
Flying down, Ling Luo's feathered clothes are whispering to Li FengChen.
"Whoosh!"
The soul blade slides out of the palm.
When passing by the remains of Li FengChen, the soul blade flies, cuts off his head directly, and joins the soul blade in the chaotic seclusion.
Shore.
People slowly get out of the way and bow their heads respectfully to welcome Ling Luoyu to the shore.
For her, they had a sense of awe and fear in their hearts.
This man, his future accomplishments will not be limited!!
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in the bedroom of fengfenglin.
Ling Luoyu gently pulls his fingertips to open hao Qingyou's dianhai cave with chaotic Yuanling.