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He is almost no longer, running around!
Suddenly, the heavens and the earth are silent!
All the battle of the soul is like a feeling, look at the huge black thorny prisoners in the sky, and the inexplicable fear is emerging in the eyes.
This strange feeling only exists, so soon, it is attracted to the rays of the big place, then ... it is a pleasant shock!
boom!
The card printed with the five-color Buddha's Angry lotus released his power, and the entire battlefield covered in this horrible roar.
Five colors of colorful outlets have burst of horror!
Wang Jian felt that it was very close to death, and he also regards all the soul shrouded her face.
But under the horror of the horrible flame, it seems that everything will be ablated, and the horror temperature is enough to burn the sea.
The soul shrouds are trembled, and Wang Jian is also flying away from the waves.
The horror temperature first burned her clothes and then burned his skin, so soon she produced a crack.
pain!
It is difficult to describe the pain!
Wang Jian bite his teeth and his face is abnormal.
This time ... it is really a lot!
His body has a layer of virtual flame yarn, although there is no impact of the five lotus, but it can also absorb enough heat.
Huge mushroom cloud rose from the blue power tyrants, this time the movement is much larger than before.
Everything is gasified within five hundred meters, and there is a coke soil within a thousand meters, and everything else within a few kilometers has been affected.
Wang Jian's eyes shine in the flame, suddenly he sighed, and suddenly released a mezzle.
The mysterious power is shrouded himself, and the time begins to reverse!
In an instant, his injury suddenly disappeared, even the soul of the use of the use was once again full, the whole person's state became better than the beginning ...
Chapter 512 Douro
do you died? !
Salas stood in the edge of a thousand melon, welcoming the sky with a flying sand and a hot waves.
Even if he has already supported a thick soul shroud, this burning gas wave gives him the feeling like it is placed on the side of the stove, and the slaughter flame is roast his slope.
At this moment, there are people who have the same question of Salas are not a few!
Fortunately, when the two battlefields, the soul of the battlefield has been consciously evacuated outside, so there is not much injured when the final Buddha's anger lotus is placed.
It's just that the pair of clam under the foot of the mountain peaks in the Blue Power Baowang, everyone's face is somewhat.
Above the trees above the vast land have long been disappeared. The rest of the paint black clay is still unhearten, the burning breeze is still on the earth, blowing their clothes.
However, their hearts are not burning, but they are cold, with a sincere fear and trembling.
This is ... Is it the greatness of the title?
The sky is above!
......
The fire cloud is gradually dissipating, and the magnificent flame lotus is gradually becoming light, and there is a variety of flames that are slowly falling from the air.
This contains a flame with the crisis of the crisis. At this moment, it looks particularly magnificent!
These flames fall into the treetops on the ground, but slowly climbing along the stone trees.
Salas's eyes can not help but have a little longevity, before he seems to hear something about this flame.
Just in the moment of his god, the ground suddenly came out of the cheers, and ... fear whispered.
"Great! He is nothing!"
"Under such a horrible attack, how can he not do it ?!"
"It's impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Wen Yan Salas's face changed, looked up to the sky.
I saw Wang Jian proudly on the void, the angel of the angel behind the snow and sacred, there was unreal light to float from the pair of wings, melodious sprinkled world.
At a smock, it is like a bit of blood point like a plum.
However, the blood point on the clothes is already dry, that is the blood point that Wang Jian is spread out by death, and the explosion just has not affected him.
"How is this possible?!"
Salas is somewhat whispering.
Why did Wang Jian survive him really not clear, but he has just been observed in the thorns of prisoners to surrounded by Wang Jian.
Even if Wang Jian survived because some of his don't know, it should not be not a half damage!
But now Wang Jian is not only half the injury to the explosion of the roar, even the neighborhood is not damaged.
!
A crispy swager suddenly sounded between the heavens and the earth!
A sword like the autumn is flying from the distant horizon to Salas.
When the Salas face, the thorn suddenly wrapped in the right hand, and his arm fish came out and wrapped around the change of the death of the thorns.
when!
The crisp sound spread towards the four sides!
At the same time, the number of rainbows flew from the distance to the throne of the Thunder.
Wang Jian has a little later, and when the heart is vigilant, he has got to improve his physical quality and so on.
This is ... Qibao glazed tower?
In the distance, Ningfeng in the hands of Ningfeng is holding the seven treasure glass tower, and his side is standing with swordsman Luo Chen.
"Ningfeng caused! Dust!"
Salas's teeth of the teeth look at the two figures in the distance, but the heart is already sinking to the bottom of the valley.
This action is completely failed!
Ningfeng slowly came over under the protection of Jian Dou Luo Xin, stopped the footsteps from the place where there was hundreds of meters away from Salas, Ningfeng looked at Salas, and his face appeared, but also There is a deep joy.
And Jianou Luo Chen is also dignified.
"I really didn't expect that the bishop of Salas was so deep."
Salas's strength has never been truly exposed, but the rivers and lakes have always been rumored to say that Salas is approaching the peak episode of the newspaper.
However, in the eyes of these big forces, it is more inclined to Salas hidden strength.
After all, whether it is the Temple of the Temple of the Temple or the Xingluo Temple, the Hall of the Temple can be seen as the Queen of the Wushu Temple. They are not a high-level martial arts, which is high, even the emperor of the empire. I don't want to ignore.
In this position, how can I only let a touch of Temple? !
The Wu Shu Temple is huge, and the epicula is in the Wu Shu Temple, but it is just a bishop of the red dress. There is absolutely no such position!
So they have always treated Saras as a title, but no one thought that Salas is not only a title, but also a super Douro with 100,000 soul rings!
This point did not think of it, including him Ningfeng!
The color of Saras is cold, holding the body of the death thorns, and the low voice suddenly spread throughout the battlefield.
"Everyone, retreats in turn!"
"Everyone, kill!"
After his voice fell, suddenly a bloody tight came with all the battlefields.
Salas suddenly turned to Wang Jian, the murder in the eyes almost quickly.
Wang Jian grinned.
run? Where is it so easy!
The eyes were concealed and Jian Dou Luo looked at the eyes, and the two were simultaneously launched to Salas.
Ningfeng also simultaneously violently, looking for a suitable location for assistance.
The auxiliary light of the seven treasure glazed tower falls on Wang Jian and Jian Dou Luo, soon fell to the Yulian shock in the sky. As for the master, a few people are not allowed to help, he has not reached the level of the seven-bad heart.
Salas is angry, but Wang Jian and dust are like iron my mind. He quickly showed a flaw under the siege of the two. He was forced to start to avoid!
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Just then, the sky suddenly came out of a sad roar!
The Blue Power Guardian Dragon and the Golden Saint-Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Perseavier Body to the left and right tear.
The feathers are full of feathers, the blood is air!
Along with a bloody rain from the sky, the yin wind angry, Shen Yun rolled, the heavens and the earth were sad!
Qing Du Luo, fallen!
The Saras face became pale, tightly biting the attack on anti-Jian Dou Luo and Wang Jian.
But his heart has been cold, this afraid is that it is nine deaths ...
At his desperate, suddenly two horrible attacks came to Wang Jian and swordsmanship.
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These two attacks are especially timely.
"Who?!"
Jian Dou Luo turned his face and looked at it.
call out!
Jian Dou Luo is almost a seven kill swords in his hand. When the sword of the water suddenly pour, the silver light is shaking, just as the nine-day star river is generally bright.
It is rivoidally, this sharp-incomparable sword is directly in the cave, and it is too late to fly away.
"this is……"
Wang Jian's eyes smashed, ghost? !
When he thinks, his eyes can not help but move slightly, and also saw the figure that strolled in the sky.
The squeezed face is like a flower, and the white dress wearing a white hazel is embroidered with a golden and purple silk in the clothing, and the chrysanthemum is beautiful, the brilliant gold petals have a beautiful purple flower.
Month!
"I didn't expect it to be these two jajou!"
In addition to Wang Jian, Ningfeng, which is not far, is also recognized, and it is not frown.
Ji Tao Luo and Ghost Dou Luo have almost represents some will of the East than the East.
The moon is holding a blooming golden chrysanthemum, and the white face looks brightly moving, but it is full of enthusiasm.
He glanced at the situation on an eye, his eyes were also slightly.
"It's really trouble."
His mouth made a generous sigh, then put it on the body of Wang Jian and Ningfeng.
"Ning Zong, the Dean Wang, is it better to take this?"
call……
Blue Power Guardian Dragon and Golden Saint Dragon fell around Wang Jian, the huge wings waved, the sound of the call was endless.