The blood of the two invaded the whole body, and the pain of the heart was piercing.
, Made the corner of his eyes constantly drawing, his body was trembling, and his mouth was breathless.
The master of Wan Jianzong thought that he could break the head of the opponent's head with a full blow, but did not expect that the other party could shift his head a little bit at the last moment, so that he hit his shoulder and only hit his shoulder with his shoulders.
And I did not interrupt the opponent's arms, and the powerful flesh of the other party frightened again.
Although both of them were hit by the other party, they seemed to be evenly matched, but one on the forehead was on the shoulders and chests. In the end, this pair of fighting, Fang Yan still took the peak slightly.
Cold sweat emerged on his forehead, Fang Yan's five officials tightened, and his teeth tightly bitten himself from making himself scream.
After a few breaths, just facing the face, no one did it first, it seemed to relieve pain, or ... was brewing a greater killing trick.
"Fingertips and swords!" The quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken. The roar of the Lord of Wan Jian spread throughout the world. He finally couldn't help but take the lead.
I saw the master of Wan Jianzong lifted his right hand, five fingers were born, opened into claws, and suddenly the wind was accompanied by Biao, countless small energy like a blade dancing at his fingertips, shining, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people, giving people a kind of people.
The sharp feeling.
The space was twisted with fine cracks, and a rare manic atmosphere instantly fluttered to Fang Yan.
"Wan Jianzong is unique, his fingertips, Wanjian!" The monk on the ground was shocked. Fingertips Wanjian, this is the rare melee magical power of Wan Jianzong.
Pack, can twisted people instantly into crushing.
Looking at the bright and dazzling horror claws of Wan Jianzong, the power of the countless irritability brought out the power of Fang Yan's face pain.
The overbearing imposing momentum broke out from him.
"Drink!" Fang Yan shouted without fear, hissing sound, the blue light and light flashing on his left hand, covering the thick and solid on it, and tightly fisting fist towards Wan Jianzong's claws.
Boom.
At the same time, Fang Yan's right hand was not idle. Because of too much force, his right hand jumped, like a rafting green snake climbing on his arm, as if he could feel the endless power without hitting it.
Then, then
Just when the loud drink fell, the left arm hadn't collided with the claws of the Lord Wan Jian.
"Just bombarded to the chest of the Lord Wan Jian.
The sound sounded thoroughly and deafening.
"Bang!" Fang Yan's left fist and Wan Jianzong's bright finger claws collided instantly, and the loud noise made the void around the surrounding ripples, rippling, and being collapsed.
The fists of the two did not have a substantial contact. Fang Yan was blocked by the countless energy -like energy covered by Wan Jianzong, which was covered by the blue and red light.
Countless small energy around Fang Yan's fists, crazy racking, but in the past, the strong blue and red light on the surface of Fang Yan's fist could not bear the huge violent energy, and it was crushed.
Without the protection of the light and red light, the countless small energy is no longer hindered, and it is straightened to Fang Yan's fist.
"Ah ..." The heartbroken screams came from Fang Yan's mouth, and saw that his fist was raised and crushed when he touched the countless small energy, not even a trace of bone residue.
Splash.
The face of Wan Jianzong's lord showed a sneer. He seemed to see the scene where Fang Yan was twisted into a flying ash. His claws made straight in.
It was twisted into blood fog again, followed by a small arm ...
Fang Yan's screams did not stop, he almost fainted, watching his entire left arm, was crushed by one inch of twisted, blood mist was flying, and endless pain and torture in his heart, not ordinary people could at all, not ordinary people could
Tolerable.
Fang Yan was deeply shocked by the power of this trick. Even his so powerful body can be crushed instantly. It is unimaginable. How horrible energy has these blades.
If your hands are straight up, then you will definitely die.
But Fang Yan did not have despair. He just kept his mind and calm his mind with his own desperate mind and system than ordinary people.
But there is no shivering, and the unbelievable momentum has not been reduced!
At this moment, they are fighting with time, depending on who can stand up ...
"Oh!" Just as Wan Jianzong crouched Fang Yan's whole arm, Fang Yan's fist finally hit his chest, and suddenly the sound of the dragon sounded thoroughly, shocked everyone, covering his ears, and he couldn't help covering his ears.
Then, then
"Bang!" The dull sound was like Jiuyou's soul sound came from Jiuyou, and the Wan Jianzong master who had half the shoulders of Fang Yan opened the bilateral violent eyes, and the blood was instantly densely covered. His seven -hole began to have blood overflow.
The claws of Fang Yan into a flying ash into a drum gradually faded down, and the small energy of the blade of the blade dissipated.
Wan Jianzhu's throat "uh uh" creep twice, the blood spit out, the blood flowing from the eyes could not cover the deep scary color inside.
His chest was bombarded by Fang Yan's "You Long Xiaotian". Two overbearing inch strokes directly collapsed his chest.
On the back, his internal organs were all cracked ... the blood was sprayed out of the blood.
At this time, the master of Wan Jianzong was full of blood. He was hit by Fang Yan, the broken boat, and he couldn't raise half a point of spiritual power. He was unwilling except that he couldn't believe it.
I have to twist the other party into shattering, but it changes instantaneously, so that the result will turn the results upside down.
"Well." Fang Yan touched the wound and couldn't help but spit out a bite of blood. His body was trembling slightly, his left arm and half shoulder no longer existed.
After flowing out, the blood on his body was no less than the mainstream of Wan Jianzong ... Although the pain was almost faint, Fang Yan's heart was relieved. He knew that he won again and looked at it.
Wan Jianzong, who was generally disgusting in front of him, was obviously not fighting again. His miserable feelings did not let Fang Yanxin feel sympathetic.
Although it won, it has to be said that this battle still hurts the enemy a thousand to damage 800. Such a game is really terrible, and the terrible of the strong man, once again knocked on the alarm clock again.
Fang Yan swallowed some herbs in his mouth, slowly retracted his fist, and then flew out the half -dead Wan Jianzong.
Looking at Wan Jianzong, who was constantly ejected by blood, Fang Yan was not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked at the battle circle on the side of the beast.
The little beast is also true. Even in a weak state, it is still easy to deal with the strong men in the middle of the two chemicals, but it has solved one person in less than dozens of interests. At this time, it is currently in it
With a thunderbolt, he split another only surviving monk, and his eyes were anxiously glanced at Fang Yan from time to time.
"Ball, I'm fine, concentrate on the enemy." Looking at the worry of the little beast, Fang Yan's heart was warm, and said.
"兽." The little beast touched his head slightly and got Fang Yan's reply, and the little beast was no longer distracted. In this way, the monk was miserable, and saw the little beast waving crazy with the paws.
There was a thunderbolt with a finger thickness, and now the monk's side, slamming him, let him be invincible. Without counting, he was chopped and black, and his hair was erected.
The little beast's lightning seems to be endless, and it is not used, one after another, there is no killing trick, that is, the small lightning that can't be killed at this time, and it can make him painful.
He. The little beast didn't seem to want to let him die so quickly. It was raging him, as if he had to force Fang Yan's injuries to his head.
Until that monk was split, he could get more air and less air, and there was no person at all. When he had no power to return, the little beast seemed to be unpredictable, and the smaller body flew lightningly.
At the same time as Fang Yan watched the bitter smile, he was slightly froze. What famous guy did this little guy do? People are almost dead. What is it?
What happened next made Fang Yan directly don't know if he was crying or laughing well, he was about to cry and laugh.
I saw the little beast flying quickly in front of the monk, and stretched out the small paw to grab his placket, holding his teeth, and forcibly grabbed the monk's body in the air with his face. If it was not the right situation,
It is definitely cute now.
Immediately after it raised another idle little paw, he learned that Fang Yan's fisting in the war was a mess at his face.
Even the expression on the face is extremely similar to Fang Yan's fighting. It learns Fang Yan's "Dragon Warfare" with the short claws and pat on the monk's face.
Yan Na's posture seemed to be messy, and it was no different from itching. What do you think, what Fang Yan wants to laugh.
The little beast was abused for a moment, and it seemed that he still felt unhappy. Lift his little feet and learned Fang Yan's low kick to the monk, because its feet were too short, and one paw had to grab the monk to let him fall.
Therefore, although its desperate front stretching can only hit the monk's chest and shoulders.