In the face of hostility, he did not hesitate, and a single thought made him a genius.
He fell like this, but his intention to kill has not disappeared. Looking around,
The eyes are full of wounds, the desolate wind tells the sorrow, the hero is heroic,
Once destroyed, no one can tell when it will stop. The intention to kill is unknown.
No one has returned, no one has returned, and there is no whereabouts between heaven and earth.
When the hand rises, the gods will be destroyed, and when the hand falls, the devil will kill him. If you are proud of the world, who can compete with you?
The cold light flashed and the sword moved swiftly. Heaven and earth are destroyed, and no one returns.
The figure passed by, breaking the blue crossbow. Angry?? Yu? Liao Piao Huan?
Going against the way of heaven, going against the fire. The wind is approaching and the current is breaking.
Looking around the world, there is only Leng Ling.
(The original title of this book is Leng Ling is coming.)