Description: | In fact, fully able to think about carefully and own severely beating sand, sand and his son wait for them to kill him, if Sathorn not have sufficient grasp, how could down the gauntlet to their own, if nothing else, Ling-feng This person must have a secret, or sand can not be easily sent through this battle. The return Santo House, Lin Yun did not go to other places, but always stay here swordsmanship, constantly swordsmanship, all surrounded by Jian Qi, so hard to fall asleep in the hope that as soon as possible concise Jian Qi, repair breakthrough the innate martial, so since he is more confident to deal with this person. Into day and night, concise the two meters Chek sè Jian Qi into one meter red sè of Jian Qi, there is simply not an easy thing, until the big light, without success condensed into one meter red sè of Jian Qi more, not to mention the repair to break through to the innate martial. But time waits for no man, this rì both sides gathers gazing up into heaven floor, tak |