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】【这】【是】【个】【高】【手】【,】【这】【么】【出】【去】【必】【死】【无】【疑】【,】【先】【震】【想】【着】【拿】【起】【弓】【箭】【向】【房】【顶】【射】【去】【,】【啪】【,】【啪】【,】【啪】【瓦】【片】【应】【声】【即】【碎】【,】【鞑】【靼】【人】【无】【处】【可】【躲】【,】【闪】【身】【从】【屋】【顶】【跳】【了】【下】【来】【,】【先】【震】【举】【弓】【欲】【射】【,】【哪】【成】【想】【鞑】【靼】【人】【弩】【箭】【先】【至】【。】【

】【外】【表】【是】【随】【处】【可】【见】【的】【粗】【制】【滥】【造】【铁】【护】【手】【,】【没】【有】【什】【么】【特】【色】【。】【

】【两】【人】【好】【不】【容】【易】【从】【演】【武】【馆】【出】【来】【,】【鹰】【无】【咎】【拉】【着】【张】【可】【儿】【跑】【到】【一】【个】【安】【静】【的】【地】【方】【就】【问】【道】【。】【