Douluo, please call me the dean

Tang Yan is a short brown, holding a hammer in his hand in the martial arts of the martial arts, and his temperament makes people feel admirable.

There is no too much speech, both sides know what you have to do.

The beautiful face of Bibi is covered with cold cream, and the eyes are dead and stare at Tang Hao, and finally I only spit out a word.

"on!"

Tang Yan has three Wu Shu Temple on the white golden teaching, including two people, one, is a old man who is holding a slender crossword, one is the old man who is handbling the sword.

The skin on the face of the two is white and delicate. It seems that there is no whit wrinkle, just like a newborn baby.

The rest of the person is a middle-aged person in a black dress. The eyes are indifferent to Tang Hao, and there is a rich bloody gas, and the top of his head is in the top of the top, and the light is four shots.

I heard the words, three people have launched an attack toward Tang Wei.

I found that Tang San's tension and worry, Wang Jian smiled and smiled: "Don't worry, it is the existence of crown to the name of Haotian, will not even be able to pay for this scene."

According to the results observed by the system, the Triple Seales of the Wuhun Temple now appeared not high.

Horizontal knife, soul, 93-level!

Ice Fighting, Soul Power 93!

Jin Zhong Dou Luo, soul, ninety-four!

And Tang Hao, now the soul of the soul has reached the point of 95th, even if he still has some dark injuries, there is no hurt, after all, when he promoted to the title, he could have a double title. Rack.

The three beds were struggling to Tang San, and Bi East was also looked at Wang Jian, and the eyes were deep.

"Dean of Wang, do you really want to come to this water?"

Although this purpose is Tang Hao, the biggest variable is Wang Jian.

The smile on Wang Jian's face is also gradually getting cold. He looks like the eastern Croces: "Popener, this can be you ... come to me!"

Originally, everything he has been arranged, the little dance did not expose, and Tang San did not expose the hammer.

But I don't want to, the little guys in the Tianxing Soul College have caught the curiosity of the Wushu Temple, and some things have been perceived under some investigation.

He also doesn't want to have evil now with the Wuhun Temple, but this is the things that the Wushu Temple is looking forward.

Originally, he only wanted to cultivate the students to cultivate the students, live to the finale, but the martial art hide came to find things. He can also be a good temper!

The negotiations are broken, and the ratio is not sent to hope that Wang Jian can retreat.

She took a deep breath, cold channel: "Shang!"

She is standing in the original place, but the soul of the soul of the soul is moving, like a locust that has been with the sky.

Frand and Zhao have a little numb, this person is too much!

They have been like this, other students don't have to say more, look at the martial arts of the world, everyone is pale.

"Night!"

Wang Jian looked at the sky and the way.

At the foot of everyone, suddenly there was a shadow to cover it, forming a gray shroud to cover them in it.

More than the East, it is finally coming out!

When the power of the martial arts, the sky is the soul ring, white, yellow, purple, black, four colors of the four colors, like the morning Hui, usually shine.

With the strong soul, countless soul skills!

Wang Jian looked up to the sky. He did not enter the shadow field, but the choice of one person in the face of this sky.

The snow-white bush hunting in the wind, he also finally raised the tap in his hand.

A illusory air wall blocked in front of him, white turbulence, turned down to brush down, let the soul skills, but can't spread, such as rain, quiet.

Opposite Wang Jian, the soul of countless Wushu Temple is full of emoticons.

So many people's attacks have been blocked by a soul skill? !

Looking at Wang Jian's seven-circle Ying white soul ring, they feel a little dream, both for Wang Jianli, is also everything about just.

The same is the soul, why are you so strong? !

"All! This person has a weird, don't drop it lightly, fully shot, batch attack!"

Among the crowd, some people have arranged.

Suddenly, the strong people in the Wushu Temple have spread again, which is roughly divided into three echelon.

Wang Jian roughly swept it, and it was clear about it.

The purpose of these people is probably trying to pass this uninterrupted attack, let your defense have a flaw, breaking through its own defense.

but……

"Who said that I have to defense?"

Wang Jian looked at this sky of the martial arts, suddenly exposed a smile.

"!"

A pair of white wings suddenly opened from Wang Jian's back, wings in a touch of faint might, and every feathered clouds were light, full of beauty.

The outside soul, the dance of angel!

When this pair of wings appeared, the Wushu Temple prayed in front of the god of angels in the day of the angel.

No, it can't be said to be an amazing, it is more appropriate to be a horror.

From Wang Jian's pair of wings, they actually felt the feelings of the gods of the angel.

Be distant, the ratio is also a pupil.

This pair of wings ... No, it is not the piece in the hands of the old man!

"Where is your soul bone?"

In the population, the elders of the long temple have asked Wang Jianquan.

Wang Jianwen said that the corner of the mouth suddenly broke out of the curvature, and his face was in the face.

"This is of course the god of angels, he said that he is very disappointed with you, I want to purify you!"

Chapter 430, Endon

When the Wushu Temple is lost, the wings behind Wang Jian be trembled, and the whole person suddenly rushed.

Be distant, it is gloomy than the east's face: "Stupid! The enemy, you also believe it!"

Many people are awake, and their faces are born red, and they feel a bit ashamed.

However, this is too incredible ...

Looking up at the sky, under the blue sky under the blue sky, the white wings behind Wang Jian exudes a touch of Shenghui, this sacred feeling is even more strong than the angel of the angels from the holy mountain.

Suddenly, countless people's pupils suddenly shrink.

In the crowd, some people loudly: "Be careful!"

The rays of the victory are blooming from the sky, just as billions of stars come from the distant part, turned into the rain of meteor.

"call out!"

"!" "!"

The dance of the angel, the feathers bloom!

Scattered light feathers like a meteor, from the sky, such as rain.

"!"

Among the crowd, some people roared.

Hundreds of soul teachers can find any lateral soul, which is not a few of them.

Among the crowds, a light is rising, protecting the soul of himself in it.

"Hey!" "Hey !!"

Countless light feathers and soul shields hit together, forming an impassionated variation, but also can't be lifted by countless people.

"I rely on !!! The dean is too strong! Is he not the soul king ?!"

Among the shadow fields, it is equivalent to the world's clamps, and all attacks in the outside world are spread, and there will be no impact.

Through the gray light curtain, Ma Hongjun can't help but screamed.

"It's really strong!"

Flanders nodded, but the face was still very downs.

"However, such an attack may have some threat to the soul of the soul, but it is not enough to see the epidemic."

Sure enough, after the Fleed voice, there were seven people in the crowd to the sky, everyone has a seven-circle soul ring shining, the goal is straight to Wang Jian!

After becoming the epicolo, it can only be flying in a short walk.

After a few epiculan, everyone flicked on the soul of the soul, and their soul has been condensed into substantial, and it can be put!

"wind!"

Some people in the seven epicula roared, suddenly there is a romantic in the sky to surging, the wind is invisible, but it has an extremely horrible force.

Yunhai Tao Taoized cigarettes, the fierce hurricane whistling from Wang Jian ear, like a tiger wolf, horror.

Wang Jian's figure was blown up in this hurricane, even if it was difficult to stand in the face of angel, it was more horrible, the hurricane of the speed is like a meat grinder with a blade. Put him, annihilate!

The flying dance was forced to interrupt, and more than a dozen souls in the soul of the following soul, they were all sparsely flying soul.

Seeing Wang Jian was chaos the foot, the other six epicolor began to attack.

There is a tiger, there is a swing, a knife, a sword, more flawless and ice thorn from the sky.

How horror is the six epicolo? Even if it is a low-level title, Douro, I don't dare to hard!

That moment, Wang Jian seems to be the most critical.

In the face of the attack of six epicolo, Wang Jian did not dare to hold.

Knife, sword, tiger!

It is like a hood in the danger, and the attack from all sides will cover him.

Do you have anything to escape? Avoid avoiding avoidance?

Wang Jian's face is dignified, low-end: "Time!"

From his back ridge, there is a mysterious time chaos, and the spread along each inch space, gradually covers a small area.

At that moment, the six epic Luo, who attacked Wang Jian, to set up the figure.

The cutting of time and space has almost attracts all the strong people, it is a strange feeling that cannot be described in words.

It is difficult to detect, it is difficult to imagine, it is difficult to explore.

Mysterious feelings are so unpredictable, clear you see, feel it, but you can't use your words to explain, understand.

Among the forests, the few seals of Tang Hao and the hands of Tang Dynasty appeared in the stagnation of the moment, and the eyes glanced over the sky in the distance.

They surround them, the Guangxi area of ​​the square has been chemically formed.

Frost is dyed in the sky into a frost.

"What is the ability?"

Their mind is full of such thoughts, which face this strange ability, even if they have some heads.

Because for the master, a moment of stagnation is enough to make a lot of things.

Wang Jian's hands are naturally launched.

Rotating, his right hand has a red fire, there is a cold blue cold on the left hand, and the two colors are extremely tattoo. The soul of Wang Jian is also pumped in this moment. Eighth eight.

Water Dragon King's left arm - control ice, ultimate cold flow!

Fire Dragon King's right arm - control fire, extreme flame!

The ice and flames are interlaced, and the high-temperature thick-white steam turns goes to the seven touga. The horrible temperature makes the air are distorted.

I can imagine that if it falls on the body ...