And in the battlefield below.

There are also two more masters that make the barbarian trembling.

A black pot with a black pot, holding a sharp knife, continues to shuttle among the barbarians. Although the method of cutting people is slightly sparse, the knife is too sharp, the barbarian is proud of the body.

In front of things, there is no different from paper.

Yu Miao's shot.

But it is another way.

The barbarian couldn't get close to her, and she fell weirdly. Except for the red dots in the eyebrows, the slightest scars were found around the body.

far away.

Wang Yong and Zhou also secretly followed and carefully protected.

"The Son sword is unparalleled!"

"Young teachers' main needles are unique!"

The two couldn't help but praise.

Inadvertently.

The two looked at each other and scolded in their hearts.

Pooh!

Dog's sword method, how can you be a chef?

The rotten needle, your young leader, it turned out to be a tailor?

Nympho

Void.

Looking at the eight masters of the holy realm who appeared in an instant, the master of Tiansheng Temple was relieved.

Here!

Finally here!

In the end, it was his own apprentice, and he did not dying himself!

previously.

He weighs it.

In the end, I followed up.

Come here.

If you do n’t even dare to do it, you ca n’t say that you ca n’t make it, and you have no place to rest.

only.

Facing the four holy realm barbarians.

Although he is a lot stronger than the Master of the Wanhua, he can only deal with one, and the war king's injury has not healed. Although the three of them are not defeated, they can only barely support it.

The arrival of the three reinforcements.

It is tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

Now the situation reverses.

What I need to worry about at this moment is the four barbarians.

"Is the war king?"

The owner of the Fu family was familiar, but the first to say hello.

"Fu Youde, Zhongzhou, Fu Yulin in my town, and the bells of the Daozhong nine bells, not worth mentioning."

I heard.

Several people in the Holy Holy Land and the Western Polaris Holy Demon glanced at him secretly.

rumor.

The Fu family of Zhongzhou has a best owner.

See you today.

Sure enough!

Not only them, but even the Fu's parent who followed, the noodles were red.

"Every friend."

The war king smiled bitter.

"The friendship of helping each other today, my brothers have no unforgettable teeth, but this battle is dangerous. If there is something wrong, you can leave yourself."

Dangerous?

Everyone stunned.

Holy Realm, Ten Plaid Two.

Yuhua Realm, four to one.

What do you think is a stable situation, where is the danger?

Nympho

War Temple.

10,000 miles away.

In sensuality, Yun Ao slowly put away Qingyan.

immediately.

San Dao's figure fell silently.

A clear light on the body, expressionless, but the Lord of Lord.

On the body of the magic Wizeson, his face is arrogant.

There is a hidden meaning on the body, but the momentum does not lose the other two, but it is the ancestor of the Fu family, Fu Dahai.

"Three."

The purple meaning in Yanhuang's eyes converged slightly.

"Thanks."

"I shot, it has nothing to do with Taoist friends."

"Yes, my daughter asked me to come!"

"The little guy and Yulin are the best, and my Fu family will not ignore it."

Three people spoke.

The identity of Yun Tian and Yun Ao, they have a lot in their hearts, but they are just grievances about the two. They are not interested in understanding, and they have no intention of peace.

The most interesting thing.

In fact.

They shot twice for Gu Han.

Yanhuang naturally understands.

It's just this human relationship, he still recognizes it.

"Later, be careful!"

In his eyes, Ziyi rose again, and he told him again.

"careful?"

Yan Qianju's eyebrows.

"You are also descendants of Zulong, and the strength is also good, but this courage is a little smaller ... let me try his ability first!"

boom!

The words fall.

On his body, the magic prestige rose, and the light suddenly dimmed, and the top of the heads of several people instantly appeared a dark dark cloud of Xukuan.

Next moment!

Dozens of magic shadows fell from the magic cloud in an instant, their expressions were embarrassed, and the body was faintly bloodthirsty and violent, and Chaoyun Ao fell!

"Oh!"

Yun Ao chuckled.

"I heard that Daoyou has been fighting against Tianlong Temple for many years with his own strength. This ability is really not bad, but ... it is not enough!"
To be continued...