Chapter 3204 Rounding up is equal to two hundred strokes!
Calm and kill!
Throughout the platform, the original gold and blue color light, each occupying half of the rivers and mountains, clearly and clear.
But at this moment, the blue light crushed the golden light, and the figure of Yan Jinghong was like a ice crystal spear, which screwed out, and it seemed to penetrate the rotten wooden sword eight directly.
"So fast speed!"
At the players, Lingfeng's eyelids jumped slightly. Compared with the time of the battle with the desert, Yan Jinghong's application of the power of the sky was obviously on the next level.
This guy is getting more and more like a clan.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, and his destiny would be wonderful. If he was known by those guys of the celestial patrol clan, there was a companion with the power of the heavenly Dao family. I wonder if it would shock the big teeth?
Above the ring.
The eight forehead of the dead wood sword was slightly sweaty, and he could not attack for a long time. He had spent most of his physical strength.
Today, Yan Jinghong counterattacked with an extremely violent and rapid posture.
"cut!!!"
The dead wood sword eight emitted the beast -like roar, holding the sword with both hands, greeted Yan Jinghong's frosty spear.
If the sword pressure before the eight of the rotten wooden sword is like a tide, the waves are endless.
Then at this moment, Yan Jinghong's frosty spear seemed to have a bit of broken stars to destroy the earth.
"Break me!"
The rotten wooden sword was drank, and the big sword swept away, and there was a courage to be defeated by thousands of husbands.
However, people with eyes can see that the sword of the dead wood sword is actually the end of the crossbow, and the beast is still fighting.
"One Broken Cream!"
Yan Jinghong's spear was a little bit, and the frost of the sky burst out. I saw that the eight -body shadow of the rotten wood sword flickered, but it was directly shocked for dozens of steps.
At his feet, there are two rows of deep footprints.
Tick!
Tick!
The blood dripped from the tiger's mouth, and the blow was only shocked by the tiger's mouth of the eight swordsters of the rotten wood.
His big mouth gasped, his hands stunned his sword, and his body was also numb by the violent power.
"In just over a month, your strength has improved so fast!"
The rotten wooden sword swallowed his spit, thinking that he would be able to make a shock this time, but it seemed that he achieved the name of Yan Jinghong's evil.
"You are not weak, but it is still inferior to me."
Yan Jinghong became a iceman, and he stood out of the eight and 30 steps of the dead wood sword. In this game, he had won the voucher.
"Hey hey, your kid is arrogant enough, and appetite for Lao Tzu!"
The rotten wooden sword grinned and laughed, holding the sword and sneered, "However, who is dead, I still don’t know, right?"
"Really? So, what about this? Eighteen consecutive broken break
Yan Jinghong stood still, and the god pattern flashed in the eyebrows of the eyebrows, and immediately condensed eighteen frost spear behind him.
Well!
Well!
Well!
Nympho
The eighteen frost spear broke out of the air, and it shot Qi Qi to the eighth of the rotten wooden sword, like a meteor fell to the ground. The momentum of each spear with the frost was actually compared to the previous trick of Yan Jinghong to repel the rotten sword eight.
Not weak.
"What?"
The rotten wooden sword is dark at all brains, where dare to care, and quickly wave the sword to resist.
Bang Bang Bang!
The rotten wooden sword eight broke the seven frost spear one after another. However, whenever a frosty spear was destroyed, the complexion of the eight of the rotten wood sword was pale, and his hands were trembling. The muscles were swollen, almost numb.
"Damn, such a fierce move, how did this guy make eighteen attacks at the same time!"
The eighth body of the rotten wood was soaked by sweat, and was frozen into ice residue by Yan Jinghong's heavenly patrol.
However, it is his heart that is colder.
This battle, I'm afraid it's gone.
clang!
Finally, the moment the eighth frost spear fell, the heavy sword in the eight hands of the dead wood sword was shocked.
At this moment, there are ten frosty spears on the head.
The shadow of the death was shrouded in, and the eight swords of the rotten wood sighed, and could only grit the teeth: "Slow, I ... I confessed!"
Click!
For a moment, the ten frost spear turned into a little blue light to dissipate, and Yan Jinghong's figure also fell from the air.
The Xuanbing armor of the body was melted, revealing Yan Jinghong's unruly face.
Long hair dancing, in his pupils, ice -blue Guanghua, flickering, and finally returning to normal form.
"The collection is free, the weightlifting is light, and this son's control of the frost rules, I'm afraid that it has reached the peak!"
On the clouds of Yunxiao, Qin Zheng, the goddess of the Taju family, was amazed.
"However, the old man couldn't see which race the son came from, and the god pattern he condensed seemed to be much more complicated than the three superior priests."
Mu Xuanxiao said slowly.
"Yes, this god pattern comes from the immortal?"
Ye Changtian also showed a dignified face, "In any case, this son is extraordinary, and you can't think of it. In the Xiaofeng camp, there are two peerless evils."
"Unfortunately, the tip wind can't see the scene today ..."
Qin Zheng shook his head and sighed. If the boss was still alive, I was afraid that he would be happy to be old.
"The old guy went strongly, but it just made us old things, adding a lot of sadness!"
Mu Xuanxiao sighed lightly, although they said that their age, realm, life and death were already lighter, but the old friends who came together were less and less.
It is inevitable, a bit of sadness.
Nympho
"This guy, still learned to be merciless."
Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth. In fact, if Yan Jinghong shot all the eighteen frost spear in an instant, Yan Jinghong was shot out of the eighteen frost spear.
Not only that, I am afraid it will be hit hard.
Although this guy always looks cold, but unknowingly, it still adds a bit of humanity.
"Hey, this kid is really amazing, it is indeed a disciple brought by my Xiao Yang!"
At the auditorium, Bald head Xiao Yang touched his smooth head again, and he boasted shamelessly.
What he said was not all false words. After all, when Ling Feng and Yan Jinghong first entered the Xiaofeng Camp, they were disciples of his three battalions and two teams.
However, Ling Feng's growth, to be honest, there is really no dry department with the dead bald head.
"You shameless bald head! Can't you have a face?"
Ji Ruye on the side, whipped him with a good look at him.
"Xiao Ji, you are jealous. Lao Tzu can bring out such an excellent disciple, more or less, because my captain is good enough!"
Xiao Yang has always been cheeky, and it is not the first time. The rest of the captains have long been commonplace, and it is no wonder.
Several captains of the medical camp pouted and laughed.
The captain Jiang Mengli giggled: "That being said, our chief secretary, thanks to Captain Xiao Yang's cultivation?"
"Isn't that like this!"
Xiao Yang touched the slippery head, and he laughed.
"cut!"
Ji Ruye rolled his eyes, too lazy to take care of this, and looked at Yan Jinghong. The charm of the charm, but flashed a trace of sperm, "However, this boy did not disappoint the old lady.
By the time of Xiaofengying, the old lady found that this kid was very unusual. "
"Why, Xiao Ji, interested in this kid?"
Xiao Yang couldn't help looking down and looked at Ji Ru's extremely tall chest, swallowed, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Who can hold this?
"You dead bald head, look at the old lady dug out your eyes."
Feeling Xiao Yang's straight gaze, Ji Ruye's eyes frowned and glared at him fiercely.
"Hey ... all ... are so familiar, right? You can't have less meat at a glance."
Xiao Yang quickly opened his gaze, played back and played, and he didn't dare to make this woman hairy.
Otherwise, there is no good fruit to eat.
Ji Ruye's red lips opened slightly, and Mei Yan stared at Yan Jinghong in the distance. In his eyes, he flashed a touch of shame.