Douluo, please call me the dean

After glance over the past, Wang Jian couldn't help but frown, because he found that this is a little different from his imagination.

The six seals Douro, the five low-grade title Douro, a super title Douro.

The lineup is very good, but it is not the one in the imagination.

Wang Jian silently looked at the six seals and thousands of snow. Under the essence of a life from the soul tid, the essence of pure and ignorant life was transformed into soul, his face The velocity of the naked eye fades.

A few reincarnation on the ground began to help others.

Six heads of Douro quickly came, and the martial arts seem to have a sacred property or the power of bright attributes.

"broken!"

The two named Douu Luo Wuwu are all golden, and they launched a martial art to the Wang Jian from the right.

The golden guns exudes soft light, it is not bad, but it is not bad, but it is a beautiful place with a thin rain, as if you can wipe you from this world between silence. go with.

Purifying the power, the light is exposed to the dark!

Wang Jian's eyes are moving, and the hustlers in the hands are swallous.

The second soul is blinking, and the pure white is released to release a huge maturity of a hundred-meter long, and the two seals headed.

"boom!"

There is almost no accident, in the case of the two beds, the big-changing white matters, on their sacred gun, a different than the sacred force Can come down!

It is an unmodeful vast power, like a long sky, the endless sea, which seems to have a mystery of the same work, but it is more mysterious and huge.

It's hard to compare with the sun and moon of the nighttime, although it is also difficult to compile.

The sacred force is particularly small.

"puff!"

In an instant, the two beds were sprayed out of a blood and fly, even the sacred gun of his martial arts was unstable.

The eyes of the two are full of horror, and the heart is even more difficult to describe.

This person is clearly used by the first soul skill, how can there be such a horrible force? !

They don't understand two, and thousands of snow and others don't understand.

But after the two beds were defeated, they did not hesitate to continue to attack Wang Jian.

The strongest title, Luo Luo, tall up to 96, holding a huge and unparalleled bright holy sword, wearing a silver brown armor, behind a white cloak.

He stands in front, and thousands of snow followed.

The angel field is released, and the rules that cannot be captured have spread to Wang Jian's body.

Wang Jian also doesn't want to show weakness in the field.

Both areas have this long-term feature, but the fields are more harmonious, and they are faintly pressing the angels of the snow.

In addition, there is a handheld angel hunting in the two seals, and there is a small number of remote attack seals.

And another ...

"Auxiliary Department!"

Good! There is still auxiliary title of the Wuhun Temple!

The title of the white robes was holding a shank in his hand, and the torso of the scepter was wound by a vine-like vines, the top end is a green gem.

Wu Sou: Life (Life!

After Wang Jian defeated the title of Two Handheld Sacred guns, the auxiliary title Dou Luo raised the life of life in his hand, the top of the lifeline, the top of the green gem of the two, the green, the light of the green. They are in their body.

The two people have a little ugly face quickly recovers normal, and the injury is almost immediately recovered.

"call out!"

Three short-range arrows are like a silver flow to break, leaving three beautiful trajectories like silver silk.

Soul shroud!

Wang Jian supported three small soul shrouds, blocking in front of three silver small arrows.

At the same time, the title of the bright holy sword came to Wang Sword before, and the bright holy sword in his hand broke down.

"laugh!"

Sword, bright and flames!

The hot bright holy fire is outlined in the void, and the Hao Ran's hit in the hands of Wang Jian is hit together.

Ray, flame, Ying white flow ...

A variety of bright radiances, holding a bright holy sword of the Sword of the Fighter, a high of more than two meters, and the strength of the height is high, and once the Wang Sword retreats, the king is retreating. The Holy Sword will not hesitate to fall on Wang Jian.

The two are opposite, the title of the Wuhun Temple is firm and calm, it looks more like the arbitration of the Cavaliers.

The Yu Guang of Wang Jian's eyes looked behind him.

Rear, thousands of snow handheld the sacred swords to attack him from the other side, and the illusory sacred swords are down.

Painting!

Wang Jian's heart meditation, the four weeks of the snow, the number of illusory light curtains will be trapped.

Thousands of snow were stopped, but the danger was still not lifted, the first two named Guardo beat it again!

Their hands were intertwined together, and they came out of crisp and cold steel, and the faint approach seems to have Jin Ge Tiema from the void.

! ! !

The sacred gun waves and the picture is intertwined.

This time becomes more clear, there is a mighty sacred iron ride in the golden light curtain.

Just as Jin Ge Tiema, swallowing thousands of miles!

"Wushu Integration Technology ?!"

Wang Jian couldn't help but wrinkle, and smashed his eyes and looked at the vitamins that rushed to himself.

Suddenly, his ninth soul on his body looked up.

There seems that some people seem to be soft in low, and the sound is low, and there is a high heroic and oscillated.

There is righteousness in the heavens and the earth.

The following is the Hei Yue, it will be a star.

His body has emerged vigorously, these hustlers are intertwined with the world.

The ninth soul technology - the territory of the world.

Endless and heaven, the heavens and the earth!

The Hao Ran in Wang Jian's hand suddenly came to pick up, and it easily picked the big sword in his hands in the eyes of the bright holy sword.

How does the power of this person add so much? !

Wang Jian did not pay attention to his horror. He quickly turned to two title Douro, and looked at their martial arts fusion technology.

Incorporated!

As Wang Sword is gently, the Golden Gangmaton, which is the Pentycles, is like a folded paper, and it is like disappearing without a trace, like a void dream ...

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"puff!"

Two Handheld Sacred guns Douro once again sprayed a blood, and the eyes were falling down to the ground.

The martial arts fusion skills were broken, and the two suffered the antifole of the soul.

But why ... Why is it injured? !

Their eyes are not afraid, and the whole face is a nauseaful expression.

This time they have already come out, but there is still no near Wang Jian, how is this? !

call out!

Two green light falls into their body, the vitality quickly fixes the damaged meridians in their body, so that they are originally full of strength, such as breaking the kite's general fell.

The two stood up and looked at each other.

Ok, this is a dragon.

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After Wang Jian, he opened a pair of snow white wings, and the bright and sacred breath slowly spread from the pair of wings behind him.

He was almost in the air, and he looked at the bright fightro and thousands of snow, holding a white jade ruler in his hand.

He is grateful, and he is watching.

It is preparing to continue to attack the bright fightro action, some horror look at the pair of wings behind Wang Jian.

Good sacred breath!

Bright Douro can't help but move, watching Wang Jian.

What is this person in the end, why he has such a pair of such sacred wings, this feeling is completely not inferior to a thousand way outner and thousands of snow.

There is also the kind of mysterious power that has just been, it is like a gods!

He is in the light of the bright holy sword, and the hot sun is generally emitted with bright light, but in the face of Wang Jian, the sword is difficult to fall.

Wang Jian brows looked at light Mingruo.

What is this person hesitated?

He saw the fascinating in the eyes of Guangming, and he couldn't help but

Is it difficult to do?

The two are opposite, and the mind is different.

Wang Jian, certainly didn't know that behind him had a holy and bright wings to the shock of Guangming Douro. For a presence of a life to the angel God, the sacred and brightness is almost synonymous with the angel.

But now, it is the sacredness of thousands of snow or even chasing the power of Wang Jian.

Thousands of snow also noticed that the light of Ming Dou Luo, which is very understandable for this existence of contact from urination.

In this regard, the beautiful face of Qianxue is could not help but show a bitterness.

However, this is not a time when it is.

"Guangming Douro!"

Thousands of snow suddenly drunk, and suddenly let the light fight back.

I saw that the sky behind Wang Jian didn't know how often a golden illusory shadow, it was a woman who looked unusually beautiful, and the bright eyes were generally shiny.

From her body, there is an endless wind blade to cover the sky!

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A short and screaming sound is constantly fried, and it is like a group of bees in a bunch of bees.

laugh!

A wind blade passed from the light of the cheeks of the bright fight, left a shallow wound, blood quickly quickly moved his cheeks.

Bright fights, the face is slightly changed, and the eighth soul of the body is lit up.

A golden rays spread quickly from him, and the five people included in the snow will be surrounded by five people.

The golden shield is bright, like sunlight.

The wind blade did not cause the slightest wave, and it was in invisible.

"The wind, give them a big!"

Wang Jian is interested in watching several people in the protected, looking up to the spirit of the wind behind him.

Behind the soft gold shadow is to understand what he is saying, the soft face rises from a touch of smile, her elongated finger lifts lightly.

The calm sky, suddenly the wind rises!