The pace of the Tian Devil''s army.


    The thousand tree king looked


    The wind of his head is used.


    The sound of the wood is sighful:


    "In the sky, it seems


    My homeland. j


    That Chi squatting king angle, huh


    Oh, smile, pass:


    "Come on, not me


    ! J


    The preparation king of the scales said this,


    Take a stroke, the field is not a sighence


    Start, want to rush on the sky


    Empty, kill the wind spirit.


    However, this hasn''t waited for him.


    Bearing, he is the whole person


    The veraint of the wind


    Blow away.


    The strength of the king of the scallet


    It is completely able to stop the rushing


    Unfortunately, this aerial is not him.


    The home of the preparation king of the preparation.


    Although he can rely on


    Stepping, but when he faced


    This level of wind is only


    Can be a bundle.


    Also, I''m still in the prefective king


    I don''t have a moment of blowing, only


    See the old bird hair, the body dry


    Slimmer slim wild crane, charge


    From the air than the airmark


    Suddenly falling, directly towards the wind


    The fire is rushing.


    Shutong, only wild crane


    Wang Qi ignited the shape of powder purple dad


    Fire, as if it is a meteorite


    Under the jungle, directly


    I hit the wind of the wind.


    , the whole body is burning


    The wild crane of powder purple fire,


    Directly breakdown on the gumphine


    Body, put the huge wind


    The whole hit is smashed into spiritual particles.


    It is obscured in empty.


    That is, in this style