第一百八十六章 装备也许更重要 (3 / 5)
面具人站起身，抽出剑，长镰男的尸体在他背上滑落在地，他一抖剑身，剑锋上的血就都不在了，他此时脸上的那块面具，让人觉得比武器还要让人战栗。
他缓缓的走到光头男的面前，左手揽过光头男的脖子，右手的长剑往前一送，剑尖从光头男宽厚的背部透体而出。
血顺着光头男的嘴角咕咕的淌出来，光头男试图用双手去掐面具人的脖子，但试了两次都没成功，好像他身体的力量和生命里都已经被抽空了。
看台上那两个白发的华服老者，手紧紧的抓着护栏，脸上的表情扭曲变形，愤怒的似乎要去咬下面的面具人一样。
面具人拔出剑，踩在光头男的头上，把盾牌套在手臂上，抬头看了一眼台上的人，好像在面具后面轻声说句什么，然后猛的举剑砍掉了光头男的头颅，血碰洒在他的面具上和身上，他提着光头男的脑袋来到看台下面，举起头颅和长剑仰天大吼一声。
那两个白发老者被他的举动吓得连连后退，其中一个脚下踉跄差点坐下，被旁边的同伴搀扶着坐在看台上的椅子上。
Bald me most people don't give yourself a threat， at the meurned， a group of people oands above took up her hands， a face of satisfied shows his strong body.
Where there was a luxury stand， on which stood a big pole， pole waving a white fg， embroidered with a tiger.
In front of the five or six people standing on the edge of the stand， there is a wretched the old man is very short， not others， is the very man that they seek.
Thought was so fast， he found him， when he was wearing a brown robe with colrs， also don't know this hot weather， he was so thick clothes is not hot...
He was holding a bunch of grapes， a life in the face fr time to time carried by mouth bite a while you spit grape seed into the ground.
He stood beside the two white-haired old man， dressed beautifully nearly half higher than the old man， they looked down fr time to time in say that what， eyes g short man fr time to time， but the short man like don't know， se looking at games venues， eating grapes.
In the field.
The power of the two big fellow obviously stronger， but flexibility is much less than the mask， the bald man scolded him again， and cealment to catch my breath， the mask of people suddenly his mobile.
His right hand sword in hand holding a flower beautiful sword， a sword pointed backward， and then raised his arm， pour tip refers to the sky.
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他缓缓的走到光头男的面前，左手揽过光头男的脖子，右手的长剑往前一送，剑尖从光头男宽厚的背部透体而出。
血顺着光头男的嘴角咕咕的淌出来，光头男试图用双手去掐面具人的脖子，但试了两次都没成功，好像他身体的力量和生命里都已经被抽空了。
看台上那两个白发的华服老者，手紧紧的抓着护栏，脸上的表情扭曲变形，愤怒的似乎要去咬下面的面具人一样。
面具人拔出剑，踩在光头男的头上，把盾牌套在手臂上，抬头看了一眼台上的人，好像在面具后面轻声说句什么，然后猛的举剑砍掉了光头男的头颅，血碰洒在他的面具上和身上，他提着光头男的脑袋来到看台下面，举起头颅和长剑仰天大吼一声。
那两个白发老者被他的举动吓得连连后退，其中一个脚下踉跄差点坐下，被旁边的同伴搀扶着坐在看台上的椅子上。
Bald me most people don't give yourself a threat， at the meurned， a group of people oands above took up her hands， a face of satisfied shows his strong body.
Where there was a luxury stand， on which stood a big pole， pole waving a white fg， embroidered with a tiger.
In front of the five or six people standing on the edge of the stand， there is a wretched the old man is very short， not others， is the very man that they seek.
Thought was so fast， he found him， when he was wearing a brown robe with colrs， also don't know this hot weather， he was so thick clothes is not hot...
He was holding a bunch of grapes， a life in the face fr time to time carried by mouth bite a while you spit grape seed into the ground.
He stood beside the two white-haired old man， dressed beautifully nearly half higher than the old man， they looked down fr time to time in say that what， eyes g short man fr time to time， but the short man like don't know， se looking at games venues， eating grapes.
In the field.
The power of the two big fellow obviously stronger， but flexibility is much less than the mask， the bald man scolded him again， and cealment to catch my breath， the mask of people suddenly his mobile.
His right hand sword in hand holding a flower beautiful sword， a sword pointed backward， and then raised his arm， pour tip refers to the sky.
The content is not finished, continue reading on the next page