Wang Wan stunned a big sword on his wrist.

After shaking the big sword, the big sword is full of hard states that have changed in the moment.

Sword refers to Su Qi.

Wang Wan crooked his mouth and smiled evilly.

"Any evil will be annihilated under the Lord's Holy Light!"

Su Qi took a sword from the car.

Face is cold.

"Say less nonsense!"

Wang Wan shook the big sword.

Everyone in Lyle is going to do it.

Wang Wan shouted quickly, "Don't grab the credit of Lao Tzu!"

Talking, Wang Tang's big sword rushed towards Su Qi.

Ding Ding!

Shooting is a killing trick!

A series of Mars.

Wang Wan carried the big sword and did not kill it. He felt that each sword was running to the opponent.

Compared to Wang Wang's big opening.

Su Qi was a lot of exquisite fighting, and he would come to a sword coldly, and each sword came towards the key point of the king.

Everyone on the onlookers was sweating.

Lyle stared at Wang Deng and Su Qi.

As long as it is not blind, you can see that these two people are real swords and real guns.

Anyone who has a little bit of loss will inevitably lose your life.

far away.

Broord's brow with his hands with a holy sword frowned.

Everyone below can see that the two are really catching and fighting. He can't see it.

Each sword of Wang Wan went to cut the new emperor's mother of the bloody family.

This made Brord doubt whether he was too sensitive to think too much.

Before I didn't let Wang Wi intervene in, one was suspecting that Wang Hen, and the other was that Wang Wan did not want to make any contributions to become the pope.

Now let Wang Wi come, that is, it is determined that Wang Hen has something to do with the new emperor of the blood. In this way, the king Tie can not be the pope.

But watching these two people come and go, and recruit danger, Brord doubts whether he is wrong.

The two of Wang Wei and Su Qi did not play with them in the past, and they were clear about each other's moves.

Two people are getting more and more anxious.

Can't capture the moves of two people soon.

Wang Wan roared.

Handicular sword, splitting the posture of Huashan as the head!

Su Qi shook his wrist.

The left hand sword was replaced by the right hand sword.

Ding Ding!

Blocking a solid sword in Wang Wan!

The other small fist was held up.

Twisted waist!

Bunch!

The middle king's chest.

Everyone saw Wang Wan's body folded, and the parallel ground flew out.

With a loud sound.

Wang Wan's body hit the side of the car.

The car rubbed the ground with sharp squeak, and a few dark scratches were left on the ground to exude the unpleasant rubber smell.

After stopping, the king was inlaid on the body.

"Hard Emperor!" Lyle shouted.

KUA!

Wang Wan opened his mouth and spit out a bite of blood.

Eye beads.

The brain of this fist is blank.

Wang Wei even felt that the smelly ladies wanted to be a widow.

Su Qi suddenly covered her stomach.

A small face appeared on the belly looking at the direction of the king, and then lifted the small face.

It seems to be puzzled why my mother's mother wants to hit my father.

Lyle rushed over.

Drag the king from the car.

Leave a hoeing irregular pit on the body.

Wang Wi spit out a bite of blood again.

Lyle checked.

Six ribs were cut directly.

The chest collapsed obviously, and it was soft.

This punch power is evident.

Broord's brows frowned in the distance.

It can be seen by the naked eye that the punch just now ran to death.

Broord's heart began to doubt, is it true that this agent red leader really has nothing to do with the new emperor of the blood?

Thinking so far.

Broord's face is sinking.

It doesn't look like acting. If this is the case, his abacus will fail, and Wang Hard will be injured. This is a work injury.

Broord clenched the saint's sword with both hands, and there was endless killing in his eyes, but he did not hurry up. Thinking that if the new emperor's mother could kill Wang Deng, it would be a thing of both the beauty.

"Hard Emperor, how are you?" Lyle asked with concern that when he saw Wang Wi was injured, Lyle was relieved in his heart. According to the situation, it has no relationship between Wang Hard and the blood race.

of.

Wang Wan opened his mouth, holding a big sword, and wanted to stand up, but he did not stand up and fell directly to the ground.

"Hard Emperor! Are you okay?" Lyle hugged the king.

"Are you fucking, do you think Lao Tzu is okay?" Wang Henmu scolded in a hurry.

After finishing speaking, Wang Wan spit out another blood,

Stretching out his hand and dragging the window frame.

Lyle holds the king.

"Hard Emperor, You ..."

Wang Hardy pushed Laile, "Your uncle, then fight! Do you want to let Lao Tzu as the pope to promote you!"

Lyle drank angrily, "hand in hand!"

Su Qi covered his belly with one hand, and handed three feet long swords.

Shooting towards Lyle Hengjian.

Lyle was shot out by a sword, and the ribs were broken on the spot, but her body was hazy with a layer of holy glory.

After landing, a bone rolled towards one direction, and a thing in her arms rolled out. The glory came from that thing.

Lyle picked up the scepter full of gems.
To be continued...