It seems that after three days certainly too much fighting, Look at Okinawa's one, do not know how dangerous can be, but as long came like, live like. Middle-aged man next to the current unequal told immediately that the ring towards the hosts on a nod. Moderator receipt Yishui Santo commanded, not whether the next ring three ashen face, once high channel: "Well, since Okinawa did not give up, then the final test of this began, this world's first name No, wait to see who the winner is. " voice was a fall, Okinawa went into the ring on a stand, that one pressing murderous, almost hot this spring season, were she melt away, a cold air whipped across the ring Whoosh. Seeing that host, quickly jumped down, it seems that Okinawa is angry, come, he can not bring disaster to the fish. The ring, the three would have to stand in three directions, when Okinawa was served, was immediately surrounded by three men in the middle. There is no reminder, no gesture, three people opt to Okinawa as a rival, a need to work together to eliminate opponents. Step leapt to Taiwan to Okinawa, simply without looking around surrounded by her three individuals together, hand lute a cross, apart from anything else, grabbed the fingers on the strings thud draw down. Lute sound this very clear, better than heavy piano, zither than elegance, it is a crisp rolling and range. Pipa ancient classical, House of Flying Daggers, immediately darting fingers since the pouring down, with ferocious murderous, with soaring passionate. Fengren at your fingertips whipped in Okinawa, flying out three directions many piles away. No longer a tone pitch, is not no Kuse tunes. The kind of smooth, kind of swirling rage, the kind of passionate melody, passionate indeed revealed rolling Feng Ren and absolutely murderous. Hair flying, robe wind Qingbai, murderous around Okinawa, like a whirlpool, a band from shaking big waves whirlpool.
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