Douluo, please call me the dean

Wang Jian naturally understands the meaning of the emperor, but ...

His eyes flashed, the corner of his mouth gradually took a smile, and the seven-circle Ying white soul ring rose from his feet.

"Can you feel it?"

The emperor looks at the seven-circle soul rings on Wang Jian, and it is already full of horror.

Ten years of soul ring? No, absolutely not!

These soul rings look very mysterious and do not bring any breath belonging to his soul.

That ... what is this? !

The emperor flashed in the eyes, and it didn't have a big change in the world.

"How is your Majesty?"

Wang Jian once again opened his mouth.

The emperor returned to God, and he hoped that the coldness of Wang Jian's eyes did not know much more.

He took a deep breath and watched Wang Jian said: "You are really different, but ... Your strength is harder, and the external force is an external force."

"Is this ... It's better as we come to learn."

Suddenly, Wang Jian looked up at the emperor in the horror of everyone.

The emperor is also the case. He went back from the throne to Wang Jian from the horror, said: "Human, you know the words in your humanity?"

"I don't know how the sky is thick?"

"It seems you know."

The emperor deeply saw himself, and Wang Jian smiled.

He knows that the atmosphere of the sword is completely thoroughly being buddy, and it will make this hurdle.

"Of course, I know how my strength, all I want to make an agreement with Your Majesty."

"Convention?"

The emperor stared at Wang Jian.

"Yes, if I can have a three strokes in my hands, there is no longer asking, how?"

The emperor looked at Wang Jian, staring at Wang Jianjing, tightly staring at Wang Jian Road: "Are you sure?"

"of course!"

"Okay, if you can pick me three strokes, I will not ask here!"

The ansual answer is decisive, and I have to say that as the king of the soul, Wang Jian, this man, makes him very interested.

He understood that Wang Jian certainly knew his strength, but in this case, Wang Jian still dared to make such an agreement with the soul of the Sheng Sheng, even if he had to say the last sentence.

The eyes of the bulls and koons, and the little dance, and looked at the dark night of the eyebrows.

For a moment, the emperor flashes, and added: "I won't kill you, but if you lose, if you lose your life, you will not enter the star big forest, can you do?"

Wang Jian nodded and laughed: "Of course."

"Dean ..."

The little dance is shouting, and the face is full of nervousness, the Yu Guang, who is angled, is glanced at the huge black dragon.

"lay down!"

Wang Sword smiled and looked up to the emperor: "Your Majesty, come!"

"Not prepared?"

"No need!"

"Well!"

......

The day, the green cattleband is far away from Twino and Xiao Dance. He asked the night: "Adult, why ..."

Dark night, just a calm, "I believe he is, he is a smart person, there is no reason to find death."

Looking up, the opponents far from the two bodies in the distance are far away.

Wang Jian took the quilty in his hand, on the surface, the sky was light and even looked at the emperor.

"please!"

"boom!"

Almost in the moment of Wang Jian's voice, the emperor's dragon claws broke the air, with a whistling, although it is far from reaching a single hit to break the space, but sharply The dragon scale of the dragon scale is also a white sound barrier.

Without any hesitation, Zhang opened the Dance of the sacred angel after Wang Jian, escaped the first attack of the emperor with a difficult rate.

Have a sense of hegemony, he can even judge the attack path of the emperor through a subtle muscle action!

The emperor smashed his eyes and looked at the wings behind Wang Jian.

Bright, sacred, let him can't help but think of a god!

Angel God!

"You are the inheritor of the angel God?"

"Not! Or, I am a more appropriate enemy of the angel God inheritance!"

The emperor is flashing in the eyes, and I don't know if it is a letter, he doesn't believe it, but he is just calm.

"You are very good, there are four strokes!"

"please!"

Wang Jian said deeply, and the seventh soul ring is bright, and there is a mighty Hao Ran's long river from the virtual, the sunny sky has a round of bright big star flashing, the top of the head, the foot The earth, it is pouring up!

"Great!"

The Emperor's eyes are in the eyes, and the dragon claws have condensed the soul. This time the attack is really shaking the space.

"!"

The black lightning wrapped around the emperor's dragon claws, and the rumor was constantly rumored, and the rapid attack caused a change in heaven and earth.

Wang Jian said that is like a starry sky, the quilting of the hand is accompanied by the flashing of the third soul ring, which is not over, as the talent conversion is launched, and his mouth has also begun.

"The stuffy pillow sword, Yin Yin night sounds, people say swords and dragons. I am terrorism ..."

Chapter 451 Dragon Claw

Chapter 448 Long King Claw

"The stuffy pillow sword, Yin Yin night sounds. People say swords and dragons. I am willing to be surprised ... Hu Yiming is not flat?"

With Wang Shan, the long-awaited, a sword slowly passed from his mouth.

At the same time, with the third soul technology, he quited in his hand as it was in the hand, and the quilted quilted tie is straight to the emperor, and after the Hand poetry, the rays on the quilted Convergence, it looks like a flat thing.

However, the emperor is not daring.

In the eyes of this young appearance, the human beings do not have some unbelievable, and some incredible power is mastered.

Between the must-have, the emperor covered the black Thunder's dragon claws and the tap of the squid, in the perspective of everyone, there is a black light in the sky, and the white man is interlaced, followed by endless thornies. Down.

That moment, converges all the sharp counts of a sharp count, and the long-term ribs of the long-term, and the white hutomo is oppressed in the emperor.

The emperor mastered the dark attribute, and the born was hitter.

In that moment, the emperor had an uncomfortable feeling, but this still can't compress the horror dragon claws he fall.

Black lightning and Ying white hit together, let the air have a burst of roar, as if someone is in the empty, there is a burst of giant drums, rumbling.

Suddenly, the face of the emperor changed, actually improving the power, bounceing Wang Jian's rings and then recovered his dragon claw.

His deceased golden eyes were a little horrified to see Wang Jian, and the dragon claw recovered was slightly treated.

This scene was seen by the Tianqing cattle, could not help but move, show the horror.

The Emperor is not only weak, but also seems to be hurt. !

The darkness of the dark dragon claws seems to have the blood of the blood, but there is no disappearance between blink of an eye.

But the green cattle can be sure, he will definitely have a mistake!

"It's a great power! Is this a little son really a soul ?! It can make the emperor injured!"

The day and green cattle looked up and looked at the two people in hand. Even if the emperor had a sign of returns, this attack is definitely more than the title of Jiuziji, the title.

But ... Wang Jian is so next?

Even the anti-hurt of the emperor? !

Among the sky, Wang Jian is a relief, and there are some accidents in the eyes.

He is ignored that Hao Ran is pressing the pressing of everything.

His attacker seems simple, but actually blends a lot of things, it is not surprising that he can stop the emperor, but the emperor is injured and absolutely unexpected.

After all, according to normal, a soul is even a soul sacred to break through the slope of the slope. If you want to hurt the strength to reach a peerless level, even if Black Dragon does not defend, the soul attack is not May break the defense of the Black Dragon Dragon Scales.

But now, Wang Jian also slammed the black dragon in his hand, but also made him hurt, so that several onlookers couldn't help.

"What is your moving?"

The emperor is far away from Wang Jian, and the sound of the oppressed is slowly turned.

Wang Jian laughed: "The third soul technology + Hand poem + passive."

The emperor has picked his eyebrows, and the face is a problem. What is the stuff, except for the first one, I didn't understand anything.

Wang Jian has not explained, after all, who will analyze his move one by one by one?

His third soul technology - throwing, has a hundred percent of the effect, and has the ability to ignore the defense and level.

In the case of the sharp poetry, the power of the Hand poem is extremely excellent, and it is more angry and can be suppressed.

The passive ability of his inheritance, the attack can have real harm, which is the source of the imperial injury.

These three abilities are superimposed together, they are unresolved, and the emperors are hurt.

"You are really unexpected, maybe you say it well, not only the power you control, your own strength has enough qualifications and they work together."

"Thank you, the praise of your Majesty, then you have a trick."

"Yes, a trick ... this time I won't stay, I want to see if you have the ability to follow."

Wang Jian is slight, but it can't see how much worry.

"please!"

......

"It seems that the emperor will not be in love again."

The day, green cattle, he took a deep breath and looked at the sky.

The dark night is next to it, suddenly the opening: "You protect the little dance from the distance."

The sky is green, then nodded.

"Wait! Dark night, the dean will there?"

The little dance is a bit of nervousness. Although the dean is sometimes broken, it is absolutely called a good person and has a lot of help to her.

If Wang Jian is in an accident here, she will be embarrassed.

"Do not worry."

In this regard, the night is just calm.

The emperor of the sky is flying to the Wang Jian, and the golden eyes have a light flash.

In front of you, this human beings do have some exotic, but in the end, this hit ... If you can't mention it, you should not blame me.

The emperor suddenly spreads the horrible pressure, and the black soul is full, almost forms the essence of the past, no wind blows, only rolling posture, grass is ruthless in this thick momentum Destroy, no sound.

The void is awkward, the darkness of the emperor is suddenly integrated into the right claws of the black dragon, the right claws are dark, but the cold is like snow, but there is a virtual.

On the moment of the dragon claw, Wang Jian felt that a cold was straight from the end of the brain. I only felt that the death of death was so close. He was almost an instant to recognize the origin of the attack.