Douluo, please call me the dean

The soul of heavy armor is under the eyes of the Wushu Temple. After deep sucking the soul skills of the defensive system, directly seeing the flower dragon rolls in front of him.

Ding!

Ding! !

When he had just touched the flower dragon, his face had a little change. These flying petals were more dangerous than he imagined, and countless petals were in the energy shroud outside his body. The defensive power consumed in the energy shroud.

This is between the must-have, there is thousands of petals to attack him, enough to resist the soul of the energy shield that consumes a large half of the energy under this horror attack.

He has a big change, quickly calm down.

Some surrounded around, the face of the Wushu Hall is scared.

Several Tou Luo, is more difficult, and they did not expect a soul, they can force them to be embarrassing.

Suddenly, a few episodes in the episode were opened.

"When you attack, these petals in front of you seem to have a little fluctuation."

"We can disturb these petals through a lot of attacks, and then make some people pass quickly."

"I have a hidden feeling, we must attack it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to imagine."

The voice of the old man was dropped, and several of the other Temple of the Wushen Temple nodded after a look.

"Everyone started attack! The soul of agile is ready!"

The soul of the Wushu began to launch an attack on the flower dragon roll.

When this road attack is falling, there have been some problems in the operation of the dragon roll.

Wang Jian, located in the center of the flower dragon, holds three gorgeous flames in his hand, gradually integrated under his control under his control.

From the heads of the soul skills and energy attacks, he slowly lows the attention to the flames in the hand.

"Come on, the gift has been prepared for you."

With his voice, the three flames perfectly fused together with a shaped gorgeous flame lotus, slowly spread in his hand, and the horrible energy fluctuation came out.

"!"

" !!"

At this time, there was a broken voice in the sky, and the strong people in the Wushu Temple went through the flower dragon.

Dragon rolls, quiet to extreme.

In the most central location, they found Wang Jianzheng and standing there, holding a gorgeous fire lotus in his hand, looking at them, and there seems to have a little ridicule.

Just when they were amazed, some people were observed that the flow rate behind the dragon rolls appeared to start slowly.

The outside world, knowing that all of the martial arts of the Wushu Hall began to come in.

Soon, they looked at the most in the middle of the unhappy Wang Jian with the strong people who entered first.

Several episodes entered, someone frowned to see Wang Jian.

Suddenly, all of his attention has been put on the fire lotus in Wang Jian's hand, and the heart is faintly in danger, so that he is breeze.

wrong! something wrong!

When he pericated Wang Jian's calm smile, his inner depth came in a horrible roar.

There is almost no one hesitated, he forth in the four weeks: "Hurry withdraw!"

"Run? Where to run?"

Wang Jian exposed a brilliant smile, the fire in his hand pushed the sky with him to the sky.

At his feet, the shadows swallowed him.

When the gorgeous fire lotus was detached from Wang Jian, all the martial arts halls were rushed to a inexplicable fear.

Huahai has already fallen, and the ratio of thanby is also hoped here.

See the flame lotus, her heart hop.

Her figure is pursuing to the half space to prepare to show rescue, but I saw a unspeakable spot bloom.

boom!

The full flame began to cover the sky around, and the horrible energy overswear the world, and also swallowed the surrounding faces.

Flame, like the end of the dead!

Chapter 433 Miyun Dragon

Chapter 431 II Dragon

The sky was burned into a fire, and the violent flames rose to the clouds, and the entire sky will be rendered.

Wu Sheng City.

The remaining rhymes of the Allord of Senior Souls College Elite Competition have not been dispersed, and it is still the main theme of Wu Sheng City.

Suddenly, the sound of the throne came in the distance, and even the Wushu City under their feet was shaking.

"what's happening?"

"Fast, how is the sky in the north!"

"This ... this shouldn't be a strong person in the battle? I dare to fight on the geographical area of ​​the Wushu, did they not want to live ?!"

Holy Mountain Top.

Thousands of streams will look at the sky in the north, and there is a bright, and the look is complicated: "It seems that everything is not as planned."

"This world never lacks variables!"

Thousands of jackets that live in the moon are also looking at the north, and the eyes are deep.

"Don't take care of her, you continue to complete your mission, this time this time I want to make her calmly."

......

"Damn!"

I saw the fire in the East, swallowing the strong people of the Wushu Temple. She suddenly wanted to crack, the teeth were bitten, and the heart was dripping, and I can't wait for Wang Jian.

These are all the elite of the Wushu Temple!

Among the smoke, the strong people in the Wushu Temple have shown to avoid retreat, and their face is hoped by the most central place.

Everything there has been swallowed, and even the strong people who have a few tougroups have also been swallowed up. These horrible flames seem to have strange power, not only has horrible temperatures, but also burns people. The soul is with a strange low temperature.

These three special capabilities work together to prevent it.

The strong people in the countless Wushu are swallowed by flames, frozen by cold flames, being burned, painful.

Waiting to go to the smoke and eliminate the cloud, the martial arts of the martial arts is already a mourning, and the survivors are horrified to look at the eyes.

A hundred-meter round giant pit appeared in front, and the coke soil covered with frost, as well as a strange flame.

In the eyes, the strong people around the Wushu Temple lose at least two0%!

Even the remaining four epicolo have a lost figure.

This represents anything nature, it is not necessary to say, the remaining people are also countless, and the Wushu Temple can be described as a heavy loss.

......

The neighborhood was returned to the East, and suddenly turned to the shadow field, Wang Jian's body was slowly imposing from the ground.

boom!

Her body exploding horrible energy fluctuations, her face is gloomy, she doesn't even have too many words, and she releases the nine circle of soul ring.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The nine-circle soul rings are neatly arranged, and the last loop is like a blood after being soaked by blood.

Bibi is a veritable title of the title!

In the shadow field, Wang Jian's face is pale, and this time his consumption is also amazing.

But ... Wushu Temple is not good!

Under the blow, the Wushu Hall lost at least 30 soul emperors!

He is also aware of the cold eyes than the East.

The crazy warning sound of the system is constantly sounding from the mind.

[Name: Pi East]

[Wu Sou: Death Spider Emperor, Emperor]

[Soul ": Ninety-seven]

[Threat: SSR]

Ninety-seven?

It seems that than the East is still far from the intensity of ten years later, even if there is no inheritance of Luosha, the heritage is also two, but it is stunned enough to achieve such a year.

However, today's ratio is still very threatening to him.

The black fog is emitted from the body of the Bi East, which gives people a strong ominous feeling.

!

Black fog with strong corrosion, all plants that touch all this began to rapid rot, decline, so vitality is swallowed, producing rich death.

The cool face in the ghost and the lunar shuttlane, looking back, looking forward to the transfer battlefield that is not hesitant than the East.

Ghosts and moon care, but they have to keep up.

It is very capable for them to make two people, so that they have always had a feeling of beams, but they have to be entangled, not let him participate in other war groups.

"I will give it to you next!"

Looking at the Biobi, the killing of the boiling outside, Wang Jian is dark, and it is said to the night.

"Ok!"

I nodded in the dark, and my eyes look at the eastern, it seems to be very interested.

The ratio has been completely changed at this moment, and the skin of her upper body covers a layer of purple black, and even the face is blocked by a crust. Under the eyes, there are four small eyes that grow up.

From the abdomen to a huge circular spheroid, eight thick long legs grow from the sphere.

Death spider emperor, the first Wuhun in the East.

"Hey, this is too ugly!"

Among the shadow fields, Oscar couldn't help but Tucao, which is completely two likeso.

The original cold and noble pope turned into this evil look, and the strong contrast made people feel that they twisted.

Not only him, even if it is a strong person in some Wushu Temple, it is not banned.

"Come out!"

Biye looks at the dark night in the shadow field, I is cold.

On the dark night, I looked at Wang Jian. I nodded in Wang Jian's face and dotted and slowly stepped out of the shadow field.

I saw the beautiful face, and the love of the eastern love suddenly, could not help but stare at the night.

Like, too like!

Not to speak, but the kind of temperament that is equally beautiful, this is almost exactly the same as she a long time.

What is going on, her eyes ...

Some of the dark night looked at the ratio, the feeling made her feel a bit weird, and the crimsoned scorpion was full of curiosity.

What is she thinking?

The breeze is light, the world is quiet.

For a long time, it is like a self-ridicule that is a disgusted whisper.

"But everything has changed!"

"!"