Dragon-Marked War God

Ultimately, the four men who were able to enter the duel were finally chosen. Jiangdu Dangren refused to let them, becoming the first winner. Secondly, Lang Jiu Pole at the Eight Poles Gate and Zhengjun Chung of Shanhaizong were also not surprised, becoming the second and third. As for the fourth, it was Jiang Dun who had never heard of it. Compared to himself, this guy was truly nameless, and even his last victory seemed to be nine deaths and a lifetime.

At this moment, forty people, dead and wounded, even the people of the floating tower, are dead. What's impossible?

More and more people, becoming more condescending, this time rather bloody kissing, but at the end of the day, eventually, the fighters are banished from the final duel.

“Lang Jiujie, Chenjiang, Zhengjuncheng, Wang Yunliang, the four of you entered the final battle. Three days, three days later, Chenjiang versus Lang Jiupole, Wang Yunliang versus Junchuang. I hope you'll take your chances and don't let me down. ”

After Yang Zhen finished, he turned around and left. He was indifferent and seemed to be in a bit of a hurry.

Lang Jiu Pole glanced at Jiang Du, Jiang Du also smiled slightly, confident, Lang Jiu Pole has good strength, but he is not a fuel-saving lamp. At this time, he killed the hegemonic Yuan himself, obviously the momentum is stronger than anyone else.

“Though you killed the Dollar, that doesn't mean you're qualified to fight me. ”

Lang Jiu was extremely arrogant, looked at the river and dust, seemed to disrespect his miracle, three days later the battle, obviously he was more confident a hundred times.

“You can choose to abstain, of course, if you fight me, the result may be unimaginable to you. My opponent, Chun Junhuang, not you, I don't want to waste much time on you. ”

Lang Jiu Pole was very indifferent, and in his eyes, there was only one real opponent, namely, Junhuang Chung. Defeat Junhuang Chung, not only can hold the beauty home, but also let him win the eight poles above the momentum, more than three points, to suppress Shanhaizong.

The only one who can marry the Goddess of the Mountain Sea Sect and marry her home is Lang Jiuzi.

“Rest assured, you never got a chance to meet Chun Junhuang. ”

Jiangdu smiled slightly, at this moment, he was more confident than Lang Jiupole, that sword, gave everyone a loud slap, everyone thought that the hegemonic Yuan would not accidentally become the final winner, but did not expect that Jiangdu sword across the fourteen states, so that everyone looked at each other differently.

“That sword is not enough to explain anything, as long as it can be avoided, unfortunately, the idiot of the hegemonic Yuan did not hide at all. Don't worry, I won't be as stupid as the Hopper Dollar. If you want to beat me, get ready to collect your own corpse. ”

Lang Jiuzi said indifferently, turning around and leaving, three days later, he could be promoted to the final, against Jung-Huang, the two of them, above the land of the Zhongzhou Divine Land, the two brightest stars, only himself, married to Ling Ling as wife.

“I like you. I won the Lang Jiu Pole, and I want to see your sword for a while. ”

Min Junhuang looked at the river dust, the arrogance in his eyes was no weaker than Lang Jiu's. However, the light in his eyes seemed to be full of expectations. The sword stunned him and made him full of war on the river dust. But without exception, no one can beat him. He is the ultimate son of God, Sister Ling, and cannot marry anyone.

“A bunch of dumplings. I really think you deserve it. ”

Jiang Dun chuckled and shook his head, but these two opponents were quite difficult. I wonder if I could see Ling Ling after three days. I haven't met her in years. Perhaps when she saw her own, in her eyes, only

There will be endless hatred left.

At this moment, Herren Rong no longer cried, but Jiang Dun could see that the girl's heart was filled with sadness, her heart was dead, and he had that desperate look, only a long time ago.

Alone, she snuck out of the Heren family with Aunt Moon in search of her own Ruyilang, the true son, but I didn't think Wang Fengqi had left the world, which to her was like from

The conviction that has been upheld, collapse at an instant, and who it is, is presumably unacceptable for a while.

“Don't worry, when I break through the empire, when Wang Fengqi is reborn, I promise you. ”

Jiang Dun whispered, "Now he can give Heron Rong a promise, that's all.

“Mmm.”

Heron Rong smiled and nodded. Now what can she say? It's just a tiny bit of hope that's been preserved, but who has broken through the empire for millions of years?

Not one!

Moon held Herren Rong tightly in her arms and felt the immense sorrow in her heart. She was also extremely sore. Even those who loved her deeply were in front of her, but she did not know how to speak in order to reveal her heart to him.

Shanhaizong, the snow-capped mountain land, before the monastery, a middle-aged man, wearing a grey robe, standing with his hands closed, his eyes seemed to enter a certain state, even one breath, one drink, one peck, is not a slight movement, the breath is also converged.

Soon after, the three elders slowly came to the door of the pavilion and stood behind the middle aged man in the gray robe.

“Here you are. ”

The man in the grey robe whispered, sounding incredibly calm.

“Mmm.”

Yang Zen nodded his head. Before the monastery, they were all ancestral ancestors. He dared not speak up. The speed at which even a leaf falls around is extremely slow, in the air, without a trace of dust, without a hint of wind.

“Something's up, say it. ”

The grey robe men's lips are slightly peristaltic and do not seem to want to take too much effort.

“Return to the mountain lord, the floating tower man, dead. ”

Yang Zen Dao, this news, he must tell the mountain master, it is not a small matter, and the identity of the hegemonic Yuan is very special, it is likely that this will involve Shan Haizong, so for the sake of safety, he still asks the mountain master at this time, how exactly to change it.

The gray robe between the male eyebrows slightly provoked a complicated color, he did not like to be disturbed, but this thing really pissed him off, the people of the floating tower died, and he still died in the mountain sea sect, for some reason, it is impossible to say, although he is not afraid of mountain sea sect, but this matter, at last, is very small.

The grey robe man shook his head, coldly:

“Who is it?”

“The great disciple under the throne of the Vajra, the Dollar of the Reign. Killer, that's him. ”