My Script is a Supporting Role

Blade of the magic flame.

The blade of the magic flame on the cyan fire, but still coldly like a group of ice.

"!"

Black people's cultivation is still much better than Murong Qing moon, and the blade of the magic flame is directly broken, and the rest is not eliminated, and the Murong is going to go.

Murong Yue Yue's fire red sword, swords, the swords, the sword, catering the magic flame.

The blade of the magic flame was screaming, and the Murong Qingyue was also shocked to retreat.

Murong Qingyue clearly, the body flew up, his hands held the sword, and squatted toward the black man.

The sword has not arrived, and the sword of the murder has been covered with black people.

As the big sword waves, the space where the black man is located, and is also like a sharp sword by Fengrui, countless branches as a powder.

"!"

The black man does not avoid it, it is hard to suffer this sword.

Murong Qing moon heart sinks.

Her sword is almost full, even the other's body can't be broken?

Mo Chen suddenly called: "Don't be afraid of him, can't stand this sword with his body."

Sure enough, although the black man was hard, he sent a unmoloundly bored.

Mo Chen bully, once again entangled with the black man, laughing in the mouth: "You think that the body is strong enough, so hardly, this sword."

"However, you have estimated her attack power and overestimate your own body's endurance."

"If I don't guess the wrong, you have a scar in your current body, right?"

The black man did not speak, and even the few palms were played on Mo Chen, and he played him out of the horse.

"You haven't judged my qualifications yet."

Mo Chen rolled two laps on the ground, climbed up, patted it, but he read a strange words.

"Jin gives the parents, rushing to the Shenque, thirty-three weeks, the melting of the nine-mysterious yuan ..."

The color of the black people exposed a strong amplitude.

"You think, this is ..."

Mo Du puffed his black man, but the mouth continued to stop.

"Divided into the words, sinking the Wanfang, flowing on the hundreds, scattered in the day, but in the pure fire, burning around the air, the magic of the magic flame ..."

"

Mo Chen is again fighting with the black man.

The black man is uncertain, while standing against Mo Chen's offensive, listen to the words of Mo Chen.

It is only two paragraphs just to say two paragraphs, but I don't say it.

"Kid, you just read, what is it?"

The black man is finally indulging, and asked.

Mo Chen is asking: "Do you think that you are more cultivating, the body becomes colder?"

Black people have strong fluctuations in their hearts, and they are calm. "What is it?"

Mo Chen said: "But this practice method should be clearly people as a human furnace, smelt the heavenly gas, more refining to the later period, the body should be hot, do you have a little doubting?"

The black man is cold: "You practice for a few days? Dare to come to me?"

Mo Chen laughed, "What is the use of your hard work?"

Mo Chen is retreating, standing distance from the black man.

"Although your body seems to be more powerful, it is just an illusion."

"Because your cultivation is completely wrong."

"Under the Golden Devils, the body should quench steel, the more hot, the more powerful."

"And your body is like a cold frozen, although it seems sturdy, it is actually fragile."

The black man's finger unconsciously trembled.

The mouth is arrogant: "It is impossible! You are all bullying."

"I have the practice of practicing, there is no problem at all!"

Mo Dust laughed: "Then, I just read these, why do you hear so excited?"

Chapter 108, Machinery

Mo Chen just thought, it is the book of the gods to interpret the magical merits of the black people's body, and the part of their own.

Without this part, the black man's skill is actually very jealous in the transition, and deviates from the direction that should have.

The black man went this set of golden molas for many years, in fact, I have already found that there are many hardships in this, but he can't find a solution.

In addition, although there is something wrong, from the perspective of cultivation, it still has strong attack power, so black people can only stick to it.

I heard the text of Mo Chen, just in touch with the original exercises, but also solved the problem of hindering in his heart for many years, how can I be shocked?

However, I am suffering from the hard work, I get this incidental practice, Mo Chen a teenage little doll, but where is it so detailed and complete?

The black man suddenly became a shock, full of conception: "Is it ... Mo Qinghe that year, in fact, I have already gone to the magic gate?"

However, if this is the case, many things will not explain!

Mo Chen said to the black man, only for further disturbing the heart of the black people, where will I give real explanation?

What's more, this matter, let him explain, and explain it unclear.

Seeing that the black people are chaotic, Mo Chen will never have interest to his mouth.

There is a hundred rotated cyclone darts, and a strong battle line is discharged from the uniform buzz, and it is like a monster to the black man.

Black man refers to the cyan magic flame, spurting a taller, like a long puzzle.

The claw waves, and the ecruption dart is quickly flying.

However, these cyclone darts are like life, and after playing, the wind is winded, and quickly returned to the edge of the formation and the end, and again to become a new formation with other backlitters.

As a result, although the black man hits the bucket of the cyclone, but these cyclone darts have maintained an attack in the case, and the attack momentum is always continued to continue.

Seeing that Mo Chen's cyclone darts enclose the black man layer, and the Murong Qing moon is a long sword, and the boundless sword is in the sword.

The energetic gas suddenly bounces from the tip.

Six products of swords, a little Jiangshan!

Black people's heart is alert, and they don't pay attention to the flying cyclone darts, Yuanqi Huo, condensed the whole body, instant magic flame violent, form a strong defense barrier.

" !"

what sound?

Black people suddenly found that their magic flame barriers quickly down.

"Well? What is going on?"

" !"

The black man is looking at it, a three-footed little Qinglong is zooming in his feet, opening a big mouth, desperately swallowing his magic flame, full of wretched big eyes, but also revealing a drunk.

"Good to eat! Yuanqi is so filling, really delicious!"

Black man is instantly exploding.

"Your guy, actually swallowing my magic flame energy?"

Strong magic flame barrier was eaten in a larger, but Murong Qingyue's offensive has been changing. Black people have no longer react, they have to quickly use their hands.

"boom!"

The black man is roaring the ground, and it has become a deep big pit.

The sword is the power, strong.

Hundreds of cyclone darts are also not waving, with a strong snoring to the pit.

" !"

" !"

" !"

After a burst burst, the black man standing in the center of the deep pit made an angry scream.

A black dress has been cut out, from the broken, you can see the blood of the body, plus the dust, which is quite wolf.

And his eyes are ignited to the sky.

"Two men, a little dragon, actually make me make this picture !!!"