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A short and rushing sound.

The golden lion turned to the right, and the eye is a blue sky. It is like a huge python, and the green snake is cold. The yellow inverted vertical pupil is even more cold.

Czech scimeton? !

On the eyes of the gold lion flashed a shot, he was biting the neck to the ground.

Bang!

The two hormonies have shown the bangs, and the incompetent trees have been collapsed by their huge body, and the phosphorus snake is dead, and the neck of the golden lion is constantly entangled.

Golden lion is anger, anger, anger, alax, alanz, a phosphorus snake?

The phosphorus snake is not right and quickly withdraws.

His body is standing, height is higher than the golden lion, and there is also a poisonous solution on that in the middle of the tyranical to teeth towards the underground dripping, and the corrosion sounds.

The golden lion is half a cold.

What should I do if I have a bitlie, online, etc., I am quite anxious!

......

Front.

Among the sky, Yu Yuan shocked blue power tyrants and cyan eagle are done.

Yue Dou Luo is not low, and there is also a 95th level of soul, but when he faces the soul of the soul, it is higher than him, and the martial arts is extremely excellent in Yuyuan earthquake. It is a bit for a sight.

However, the cyan eagle has a place that is difficult to enter, that is, unparalleled speed!

The cyan eagle is extremely fast, because it is the martial arts of the sensitivity, can't find a few in the speed of the martial arts.

Moreover, the purpose of Qing Dou Luo is not a victory of Yu Yuanshui.

As a 96th level of Super Douro, and the martial arts or the strong of Blue Power, the Yulian Shock is also a strong in Douro's continent.

Even a ninety-seven-level title Douro is not necessarily able to overcome him, so the purpose of Qing Dou Luo is in order to drag the time.

Drag the Yuyuanchu, fight the Blue Power Baowang Dragon Family!

Just, what happened below is a bit of his expectation.

"You still don't hurry!"

Yumang Luo Luo's angry voice is still hesitating Salas, his martial arts speed is faster, but it is a burstless martial art, which is not long.

Once you are seized by Yuyuan Shock, he may have fallen risks!

Below, the Salas face is clearly looking at the battlefield in front of the front, and the eyes are heavy.

Want to shoot? But will they still have a backhand?

Looking at the sky, Salas couldn't help but sigh a sigh of relief, and suddenly a dark hole, the breath on his body was getting up.

Chapter 509 Death Thorns

Forest.

Wang Jian is looking at the figure of Salas, and smashing his eyes slightly.

Can become the temple of the Temple of the Temple of Wuhun, Salas's strength is naturally weak. In fact, the soul of Salas has reached 95th, which is a veritable super Douro!

As the dark guns appear in the hands of Saras, a sense of compression in the words cannot be described in his body.

That is a breath full of cold and dead!

Wang Jian used to explore the eye and got accurate information!

[Name: Salas]

[Soul Power: Ninety-five]

[Wu Sou: Death the gun!

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

The nine-circle soul rings rose from Salas's feet, this Town Town Temple is the main hall of Temple, not only a super Douro, which is high as 95, but also A super Douro with a million-year-old soul ring!

When the moment of the 100,000-year-old soul ring of the scarlet, the violent and bloody smell will be filled with the whole game. The death of the thorns has a delicate and fascinating blood red pattern, with the breath of death.

"!"

Salas hand-held thorns shouted to the sky, and suddenly came out of the mouth, and the long gun in his hand was as black and shot.

In the sky, the Yulian shock of the gods battle in the sky will change.

Salas with a millionth year of the soul ring is much stronger than the bloody Yue Douro.

"Don't pay attention, Salas will give it to me!"

Suddenly, Wang Jian's voice passed into his ear.

The forest suddenly broke the white stream, blocked on the road to death of thorns.

"boom!"

The two collided, roaring fry, the horrible gas waves were pressed down.

At the stage of the battlefield, there were many figures who were fighting, and the strong wind was pressed on the ground, and the face was full of face looked at the sky.

"really!"

The Salas face is sinking to the extreme, and the eyes look at the mountains in the distance.

This blue-power tyrant is still ambush, and he just guess is right!

But ... Why is the martial arts that just now have an inexplicable familiarity?

That feeling is like it seems to have seen the same!

"He Qiang is here, you can dare to come out!"

Saras' face is gloomy, looking at the direction of the blue electricity Wang Longjia family, the paint of the darkness of the ink, the gun is angry, and it is clear.

"The Bishop of Salas is really noble."

The mountains suddenly came out of a long figure, and looked at him with a light smile.

"Wang Jian ?!"

When I saw this face, Saras's face appeared in a flash of horror, but soon his heart will sink.

How will Wang Sword here? !

Nowadays, Wang Jian is in the high-rise of the Wuhun Temple. It is like a thunderous ear. In a few years ago, Wang Jian, who was in the Senior Soul of Soul, the elite competition in the mainland, made the face, and also showed the sky to the Wushu Hall. The strength of the Pathful Spirit Academy, this is a powerful forces with several seals Douro!

Since Wang Jian is here, will then the other strong people of the Sky Soul College will be here? !

Thinking of this, Saras' face suddenly became more daring, and his eyes were constantly glanced around, as if the next moment, a pile of sealed cards will be the same.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jian is not a laughter.

"The church of Salas is not looking for, there is no ambush around."

Wen said that Salas is not in the same, he is just a bit complicated to look at Wang Jian.

I remember that when I first saw Wang Jian, he felt that Wang Jian was a little talented young man, but later, the things happened in Wuhun City were hard to play him.

This is not only a slightly talented young man, but also a mysterious young man.

Today, it seems that the exposure of this action is also said to be related to this.

Thinking of this, Salaston is in the eyes of the murder!

The opportunity of their martial arts is hard to find, it is damned by this person, it's damn! This kill!

"thorn!"

Suddenly, the death of the death thorns in the hands of Salas suddenly disappeared in his hand.

Although Wang Jian's face has a light color, he has been very vigilant.

Now that although his soul has arrived at 87th, the comprehensive strength is not bad compared to some ninety-three levels of the title, but the 95th level in the title of Karao is a watershed, this level is The presence can be referred to as super Douro nature has his truth.

At the moment when the gun of death thorns disappeared, Wang Jian felt a sense of deadly crisis!

Seeing that the domineering continues to make a strong warning, where is it? !

Above?

No, it is left!

The words of the left side are suddenly beating like a needle!

Wang Jianyou took a breath, and the squatting in the hands scored a boundary, wearing a void, the death thorns of the thorns were blocked by the golden lines.

The gun body of the dark is cold, and there is a good top, and there is a frost-like gun.

call out!

The appearance of Saras' figure appeared next to the death of the thorns, hand holding the end of the gun.

In the next second, Salas reversed the figure directly. If the ghost is generally wrapped around Wang Jian, the eyes are not ignorant, and the end of the long gun is coming over to Wang Jian.

The long gun is broken, the sound explosion is constant, the space is also torn, in sorrow!

On the occasion of the killed, Wang Sword is very light, and the figure is turned back to the back and retreat, hiding away this hit.

call!

The attack of the long gun is empty, but it is like a burst like a dragon rogue, and the soul of the surrounding battle is far away.

Even some of the souls who have been close to, they are directly divided into two under this floating gun, and they are directly smoking!

Suddenly, the blood is full, scarlet is dripping!

Other souls swallowed the swallowing water, and then fled in the distance, and I was afraid that they would become a cannon ash than the two people.

Among them, the souls who were originally belonging to the Temple of the Temple were somewhat sluggish, so they were very common for the first time to meet their temples.

At this moment, Saras has a cold breath, just like a lotion from the dead domain, the expression is calm and scary.

Where is this image that is originally graceful, deep and deep? !

Wang Jian looked at Salas who was close at hand, and his passion and quiet eyes were looking at it, and suddenly laughed.

"I also ask the Salas's head of hand."

Chapter 510 Horror Salas

War!

The whole blue electricity tyrants of the Blue and Electricity Dragon Dragonfly made a battlefield, and the sky was bursting, and the earth was bombarded.

Whether it is a strong person or other soul division, each is full of biting his teeth.

The master and others have also completed the martial arts integration skills, huge gold Shenglong rushed to the sky in the eyes of countless people, and chased the cyan eagle that was chased by the Blue Power Baolong.

Yue fight Luo is incomparable, but in the siege of the two dragons, it can only be escaped, but in the face of the siege of the two dragons, even if it is amazing, there will be some strength.

Blood is empty, the residual feather is like snow!

"Thorns, open!"

Salas and Wang Jian fight.

Suddenly, Salas stabbed the death of the death thorns in his hands, and the guns of the died of the thorns were like a gun, and the black shadow like a snake was quickly spread.

Wang Jian looked at the shadow of the feet, and the brow was slightly wrinkled.

What is this? !

Suddenly, his eyes flashed a light, and the whole person spared.

"

The black shadow is filled, and the shadows of the original flat paved have suddenly become three-dimensional, and there is a crucible of the ink, these thorns are bare, and there is no flower on the branches. There is only one cold and smooth wooden thorn.

Saras stood in the center of black thorns, looking up, Wang Jian flying in the sky, gazing on the dance of the angel behind Wang Jian, stagnant, flashing in his eyes.

Angel's breath? !

This is ... The soul bone?