Douluo, please call me the dean

No, it's not like!

Soon, he pulled out the shot of death thorns on the ground, and slammed the gun tip to Wang Jian.

call out! call out!

The black thorn is like a soldier who is prohibited, and it is like a rain like the rain.

Above the earth, spreading the death of the hundred-meter round, the thorns launched the sky, and there was a few meters from the moment, and it was still a crazy growing.

These death thorns are like a chain of many iron thoughts, and the appearance looks particularly.

"when!"

Wang Jian shot, the quilted thorn from the death of the death of the death of the death of Jin Iron.

"It's so hard!"

Wang Jian has an accident to look at the death thorns around you, and in your heart.

The intensity of these iron thorns is not better than fine iron!

Below, Salas raises the gun, the figure is like a ghost, the foot is on a dead thorns.

"!"

A little cold, first, then shoot out.

The glare cold light is first bloom in front of you, and the behind is like a black dragon, with an unbeatable momentum, such as the rash of the sea.

Wang Jian got up and retracted, but it was a little slow.

When his eyes appeared, there was a layer of unreal white soul shroud, when the gun thorns of the death of the thorns, there was a short energy roar when the guns were on the white soul shroud.

The excited rumored from the Salas's face, blowing his hair, scratching his cheeks.

And he, his face is often unsteading, even increasing the power in his hand.

With the crisp crushing, Wang Jian's soul protects the shroud to break.

But Wang Jian's face is still indifferent. With the survival of the Soul Ring, there will be a few golden lights around the Salas, and he will surround him.

"Ok?!"

The Salas face changed, instantly recovered the long gun.

His eyes flashed, and the hand of the long gun was suddenly changed, directly moved directly to the middle of the gun.

drink!

His mouth came out of a sinking, and the long gun in his hand made a tuning.

There is no indestructible force to block, and even he didn't feel the power of the shock, but the long gun in his hand fell into the front of the light screen, it could not break through.

In addition to the painting, Wang Jian is calm and looked at him.

Because the departure is too far, Salas did not hear what Wang Jian said, but soon his eyes were attracted by the vain behind Wang Jian.

The imaginary shadow could not see the topography, but suddenly pulled the illusory bow and arrow in his hand, only heard a thicker sound.

Once, the long bow that did not have any arrows was shot from a sharp arrow, the target forward Salas.

In a narrow space, Salas is essential!

The crisis seems to come in an instant, and the Salas face is mixed with a long gun in his hand.

However, in the narrow space, there is room for long guns, and the golden light is limited to the fire.

Hey!

Arrows run through the arm of Salas.

The glazed blood shot out and instantly died the death of the death thorns in Salas.

Suddenly, Wang Jian suddenly found that the surrounding death thorns seem to have dyed red, becoming more beautiful.

boom!

The effect of painting is disappeared, and the golden light screen is broken.

The death of the death thorns suddenly madly launched a slap in the sword, not only the speed is getting faster, and they seem to grow in this process, become more and more thick.

Wang Jian's face is slightly changed, and the figure instantly violently.

But in front of these deaths, the thorns seem to have a long eyes, crazy chasing Wang Jian.

!

A death thorns suddenly spaded behind, Wang Jian could avoid it, and behind the thorns on the thorns were drawn from a bloody mouth.

hiss! !

Nima hurts!

Wang Jianlun has grown his eyes, and the whole face is twisted because of pain.

No, no!

Wang Jian suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the wound behind him. It would like to take the wound to his body, and itchy!

This thing is cold, pale, like a disturbed ice.

This is ... dead? !

Wang Jian said that the momentum has changed.

It is full of natural and vitality that starts from Wang Jian. He has disappeared with the itch behind him.

"The breath of life ?!"

Salas face is a little ugly to look at Wang Jian, and the heart is dark.

What soul is this guy? !

With what he saw, this guy is not a normal soul teacher, the ability to master the hands is tit, it is not the category of normal soul!

Ask, which epidem can discuss the benefits in the hands of Super Douro? !

On the sky, death thorns waved, these are like iron chains, the thorns are broken out of the road.

There is a bright green spot with the Wang Jian, as well as the mortality of the darkness.

Both constantly collides, passing the sound.

Salas holds a long gun in his hand, and that the scarlet's soul ring begins to illuminate.

Chapter 511

The scarlet light shines, just like the blood is generally thick.

Blood color represents a disaster, but also represents unparalleled destructive power and strength in the hands of Karao.

This ... can also be said to be a symbol of rights.

The 100,000-year soul ring on Saras is shining to the ultimate, the people on the battlefield are inevitably influenced, no matter which soul, no matter what the 100,000-year soul ring can break out the power.

This is a real horror!

Even Wang Jian can't ignore!

The death of the world is in dancing, covering the sky, the dead, the dead, the whole world, not only the brightness seems to be dimmed, and the temperature seems to be rapidly decline.

Salas holds a dark death thorns, and there is a monstering blood ripple in the long gun, it looks strange!

"death!"

Salas's hair is also flying, but his eyes are outdated, and there is a deep voice in the mouth.

"thorns!"

After the death of the world, after the back of Salas, they are like a black giant, and the gesture is high-spirited ...

"freed!"

The voice is just falling, and the death of the death in Salas is like a bloomed flower.

Start from the sharp gun tip, the guns are divided into dozens of petals, sharp and slender.

In the center of this thorns, it is not the existence of Fului, but a beautiful blood, they are crazy, and the surroundings around Salas are together with death thorns.

boom!

boom!

On the earth, a dead thorns in the square were suddenly drilled out of the earth, as the evil giant is generally swallowing everything around, and many souls that have not been likely to be entangled by these deaths. With the dead thorns of the spikes, they have been in the body, and there is a distant calling sound on the battlefield!

In the sky, a death thorns came toward Wang Jian attacked.

Their speed is very incredible, and it is extravagant, when Wang Jian quickly avoids, the other death thorns have stopped Wang Jian's other way.

"!"

Death thorns, like the chain of the horizontal sky, in the sky, with a sharp iron thorn.

Only between the must-have, Wang Jian has been surrounded by death thorns, and on the crossed black death thorns, there is also a red death of the bleak like a living material.

They are like a giant python on the iron chain, and the sizzling spitted the Snake, and the eyes look cold.

"It's really interesting."

Wang Jian looked at the surrounding and suddenly smiled slightly.

It's not a super Douuo with 100,000 years of soul rings. This power is really more than imagination.

The outer circumference, a black death thorns are still constantly blocking Wang Jian's way out, and a layer of one layer will be surrounded by Wang Jian.

Wang Jian tried to use a longitudinal to try the strength of these death thorns.

But I found that a few meters long flowers went down, only recently ten meters of death thorns were blocked, those dead thorns were only hurt.

The strength of these death thorns is more than imagination!

And this death thorns, there is a range of nearly kilometers!

It seems that it seems that it is a dead?

At least Salas think so, at least Saras is now.

Looking at this huge black cage in front of you, Salas suddenly tired on his face suddenly exposed a smile.

I am still trapped!

The Yulian shock of the battle on the sky is also a master of the masters, and they can't help but show anxious.

Yuedu Luo has a breath.

"Don't worry, I have a way."

Soon, Yu Yuanzheng and the masters came from Wang Jian's voice, and suddenly let them loose a breath.

And just relaxed, Yuedu Luo suddenly dodge, hit by golden dragon inflammonds spit out by Golden Saint Dragon.

Death thorny prisoner.

Wang Jian took a breath and looked at the card in his hand.

The card is painted with a shared and stunned flame lotus, and the whole flame lotus has a whole five colors, it looks special beauty.

Pinch card in hand, Wang Jian suddenly burst it out.

!

The card circle is flying, and the card is over the distance of dozens of meters after the death of thorns.

Saras look, what is this? !

I don't know why, his heart is faintly ambiguous, and immediately controls the death of blood and death.

Wang Jian glanced at the bloody thorns around him and whispered.

"solution!"

The card that inlaid into the death of the thorns suddenly started to glow, just like firefly is generally weak, soon growing like a bowl size.

It looks very illusory, the color of the colorful petals is free, with a beautifully described in the language to describe.

At that moment, Salas's heart beat quickly.