SuHua circulation, the world of mortals. Did you ever have?

Bluestone have green, red, yellow, therefore, still remember that year, laughing, opine. Jade dragon strike, Qiang OARS.

How is and tide wait for no man, when the waves all yingjie, who proudly on the top of the top sky the junjie, reduced to float world's soil, eliminate in the currents of history.

Bluestone road, the ancient warships, red WaGu before burial, shan do double sleeve bonded sand, lingering in qingkuang empty the sierra canyon.

Before you, silent Yu Qingtong leaf, rocking jade fan, wearing a silk petticoats robe, the wind xu, Yang brushed up your drag hang down to the earth's mantle, with the wind blowing, floating. Or is it support the yulong, wearing a robe Long Jia tiger, for in the fray. The two ears hoarse voice, like the sound of loud chiming drum, swinging with your chest. Or royal boat to cross the river, you proudly before the boat, relies on wine river, the wind ring side. You looked up and view the rough anger, provoke layers of waves. On the lines. Still remember, you, white ling, mission hills with splendid jiangshan, express their aspirations.

Bluestone cleft, red tile gray, the torrent of time roll by, dyed your sideburns, hair turn grey.

Dusk, hills mountains and valleys of the perilous peak spreading, zhuo lush mountain stream flowing springs, overflow the dry weeds land of high mountains, infiltrates the uri YuTu turbidity.

High mountains are, wild ancient WoFu hereat, skeletons Yan grey, yellow, flood swept through, permeated the whole piece of the ancient battlefield. Mr Soil surge up, yan pressure can be seen everywhere the skeletons of dead bodies.

The world of mortals, deep and remote dream still ancient building. Who have no, the frame clank of the British hero? Now, is to eliminate furue nu volume billows. To eliminate the infinite horizon, to eliminate in the flood of history.

Read this, you sigh a way, idle away one's, the world of mortals have suddenly so far, the sea into the wilderness. The heroism yun, the fighters on the day of war, muddy connecting furue flood a mill, decay of maggots bone ash. Jude remember, furue rolled up thousand overlapping waves, nu streaming through the vicissitudes of old lives peak. Layer upon layer stack wave surge up, escape drain the mo. And the land of rotting bone tells us: leisurely world of mortals, but is idle away one's!

You, the past has something to yun, opine, wearing armor, vertical and horizontal in hordes, with lost courage. You, who hold sword proudly on croplands, sword refers to the sky, an enthusiastic burst in the chest. And you, once the wind ring, wine around the lips and the pack.

Today, in the light of the sunset, latosolic red inflammation dragged you light the back of the vicissitudes of life, therefore in the skeletons, fighting raged the ancient battlefield handmade jewelry. You, ChuiShou cast eyes on the maggots bone, already red eyes dash forward show a wisp of lotus flower. "Kill, kill" throaty roar sounded and ring round about.

Ink yunfu sky, ancient yellow sky are projected into black. "Rumble" vast sky split ring's thunder, harsh lightning tore his sphere, and sweeping the road sand battlefield, mountains and rivers GuFeng streamed with the sweet of ancient ink, the lightning invasion of abuse, is devastated.

The rain of ice cold toru bone faster flow jimmy wong, the ink cloud covered with vanity, suddenly, our lives full of ancient ink incense peak bloody rang out several voice, "sou" swan goose was flapping to beat the sky wings, stab to the dark void, swing keep the sound of blood in the air,.

Your shadow, reflecting the flow with sun quartermaster dye, made the ancient battlefield. The damage of armoured swim ring out "hissing" iron clash, who mark on outer magic, today has split out the cracks, and the debris in the ancient battlefield, replied the torrent of history, secretly put an end to itself nuskin hk.

Sand buried in the land of the ancient battlefield, iron halberd, flags, bronze helmet, scattered with bell and drum, dark stone quicksand accumulation, you those empty and the misty eyes, degradation of the infiltration of cold mountain, out into the distance. Watching the ancient battlefield, overlooking the plain degrees outside watching the history of war history!

Once all the guardian, today to annihilate a historical trend jimmy wong. Once determined all, now is gone.

Long the world of mortals, is but a dream, pay to idle away one's.