Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Brush!

Fast as a ghost, the leopard has deceived the temple warrior who made the spear of war, and the mob burst into a spear.

As soon as the leopard turned away and turned into a blurry shadow, he quickly bullied, blowing one hundred and twenty-eight heavy punches in the moment near the mob, maximizing the effect of the raging agent. If there was not a potent recovery agent on top, the wild punch alone could shatter his own arm.

The tyrant knew it was bad. He couldn't stop the spear. He had to abandon the spear and retreat, while striking back into the sky.

The fists intersect and a wave of tremors continues to swell like ripples of water.

The thug was fast as a ghost, retreating fast, but the leopard was faster than him, always firmly attached to him, constantly boxing.

So he heard a series of bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Until a wild and heavy punch hit him and a blow lifted him out, the rioters in the air made a terrible and sharp scream.

Spare him the flashes of totem and the stormy onslaught, the blood throwing up.

The tyrant could not believe that he had lost power and speed to each other. He flew unbelievably, his arms shocked, cast out a thousand phantoms and bombarded with the leopard pair.

The next moment, two people flew backwards at the same time, each traumatized.

Only as soon as the leopard landed, he jumped over, and the steel and high restorative agents gave him a strong defense and resilience that made him completely ignore the damage he had just suffered and throw him at the Temple Warrior again.

The temple warrior finally knew something was wrong, and after spitting more blood, he pulled his legs back.

The leopard catches up with all his might. By now, the battle has gradually broken apart, both sides have begun to deviate from their positions, and the leopards have completely abandoned their heavy defensive responsibilities and have to kill each other at all costs.

He Yuandong searched for the temple warrior who fought Tang Ming.

Tang Ming was also under a lot of pressure after struggling with the Templar Warrior for half a day. Finally, He Yuandong took over in time to free him.

Boom, boom, boom!

He Yuandong, who had just taken over, fired out his fiery fists, and each fist was overwhelmed with heavy waves, unstoppable.

The temple warrior's fierce face showed a grim look, and he raised his head with a thunderous roar, punching the void and pounding out a swirl of air.

With the flames of arrogance of a lifetime, the temple warrior bombarded the tide of fragmented dust.

Suddenly, his left hand raised a brilliant halo, chopping him to the neck of He Yuandong.

In the glow of the glow, the glimpse is gleaming.

He Yuandong's arms stretched out, and the blood of the fiery beast of the sun provoked the ultimate, such as a round of red daylight emitting a bright light.

This memory halo never stops.

It was only then that we saw that it was held in each other's hands, but it was a thin, paper-like razor-sharp knife.

He Yuandong did not expect that such a insidious weapon existed even when the violent tyranny had always existed.

The knife was only a brief stagnation, and then the fierce yang Yuhui was cut off and cut off by He Yuandong.

Boo!

Blood splashes and brings a shining iris.

The cold eyes lit up bloody killing intentions, and the glowing sword swung again, stabbing the heart of He Yuandong.

In the infinite flames, the cold light of this deadly and insidious swim, He Yuandong could not escape.

He pulled his whole body together and put his hands together.

Pfft!

Holding the knife, the blade stood one inch in the chest of He Yuan Dong.

The next moment, the Templar Warrior's body lit up with totem tattoos, a violent surge, and the Templar Warrior's arms all punched suddenly and heavily.

He Yuandong was overwhelmed by the sudden strengthening of his powers.

Boo!

The tip of the blade has been stabbed into He Yuan Dong's body.

“Ow!" He Yuandong shouted, shaking the heavens and the earth, concentrating all his strength on his arms.

Yet the knife was pierced, slowly pushing into his heart.

“You're dead!” The Templar Warrior shouted proudly.

Just as he was about to thoroughly pierce Ho Yuandong's heart with a war knife.

Boom!

A snowy dragon struck him in the face and smashed him out. The Snow Dragon attack was so fierce that it blew his entire face.

He Yuandong's hands retreated, and the glittering knife flew off. He Yuandong's chest burst out a blood fountain. He Yuandong didn't even look at it. He grabbed the knife with one hand and slashed it hard.

Brush!

The Templar Warrior shook his body and finally fell in half.

Looking back, only Tang Ming looked at himself.

“Don't thank me," he said arrogantly. ”

“Fucking asshole.” He Yuandong shook his head helplessly.

His legs were soft and his chest was covered and he could not sit down.

Compared to He Yuandong, the wind is strange, the cloud leopard is paired with Templar Warriors, the strong in the mob, the Shen brothers are the opposite.

The two brothers, clearly strong and powerful, but exclusively looking for the weak, and exclusively looking for bullying, is a shameless example.

A mob just rushed in and saw two people flashing in front of him.

Haven't reacted yet. What's going on, man? It's flying.

Pressing his palms on his chest, he would have doubled his strength and multiplied it, equivalent to four times his strength, or he would have suffered two notes at the same time, beating the riot to pieces.

The thug roared and swayed the battle axe, and it was his only shot. The two brothers rubbed their battle axes through like ghosts and pressed their hands on the mob's head again.

Knock.

The tyrant's head has been ripped open and his brains have spilled out.

Kill him twice!

Stop, the two brothers are fast on their way to the next target.

Such methods of warfare, though shameless, are undoubtedly the most efficient. Just for a moment, as many as four rioters have died in the hands of their brothers. Had it not been for the two powerful thugs who had wrapped their hands around the two brothers, they would have continued to kill. But even so, the two thugs are doomed.

With the use of five groups of drugs, the human side can say that instantaneous dominance.

The three temples were suppressed, and the Shen brothers joined hands. After eliminating each other, the people finally established an advantage, and the next thing to do was to convert it into a victory.

Yet Su Shen's eyes did not see a hint of color.

He's still looking around, looking for something.

Dunbar!

There's no Dunbar in the mob.

This tyrant warrior, who counted Su Shen successfully once, never showed up.

This made Su Shen feel an unknown palpitation.

He doesn't know what Dunbar is brewing, but as long as he doesn't show up, Su Shen doesn't think he's embraced victory.

His eyes wandered around, hoping to find Dunbar.

Suddenly, Su Shen felt something.

He looked back and saw a man standing in front of the lab door, looking at himself coldly.

He looked into Su Shen's eyes, cold, silent, and more intensely hated.

Su Shen suddenly realized something and shouted: “No! ”

Dunbar has returned and punched the lab!