Dragon-Marked War God

Dragon Shadow's words give great encouragement to the moon. Perhaps he should have taken that step long ago. Otherwise, the ultimate suffering person will only be himself, a woman, for his own happiness.

Look around Rong, for the people she loves, go thousands of miles to find the people she loves. Although the end result is heartbreaking, if she doesn't even have the courage to pursue her love, isn't she just like herself?

Sad and sad, she is not as good as Rong, so she is doomed to be disappointed this time out of the Heron family.

Before looking at the square, the river dust on the high platform, she knew that she would never miss it again. The examples beside herself, countless, Ling Qing sister, it was because of the gap with the river dust that she would be on each side of the world? Your love needs to be fought for yourself to be happy.

“Now beg forgiveness, I can still disturb your life. ”

Above the high platform, Lang Jiujie looked at Jiangdu silently and said very indifferently that he had already regarded Jiangdu as his own defeat, and could even kill him at will.

“You're too naive, Eight Poles Gate, raised. Are they all dogs like you who bark? ”

Jiangdu smiled and said, at a moment, Lang Jiupole's face changed dramatically, staring dead at Jiangdu.

“You want to die! Can you insult me? If I don't kill you today, I won't stop! I am the Eight-Door Gate, I am not insulted, no one in the world can insult me. You bastard, you're just pissing me off, but okay, take you off so you can relieve my hatred. ”

Lang Jiu Pole is very dominant, powerful, stands on his feet, and his eyes are killing.

“Benevolence, in the end. ”

Jiang Dun waved at Lang Jiu Pole, indicating that he could do it. This provocation made Lang Jiu Pole angry. This guy was looking for his own death.

“Go to hell! ”

“Eight poles in a row! ”

Lang Jiu Pole took the lead in the disaster, and the horrible palm stamped together, amazed by the heavens and the earth, for only one purpose, to destroy the river and dust! Leave no room.

“Little sculpture trick. ”

Jiangdu sneered, the sword rose, the human sword united, the sword was too loud, the sword 20 was even more fierce, more than before, three points more victorious, the horrible sword shadow cut off all the palm prints of Lang Jiupole, with infinite power crushed down, the color of Lang Jiupole was aggravated, constantly retreating.

Once again, Sword Without Borders shook everyone. Compared to the previous sword alone, there may be a gap, but the coming and going of Sword Without Borders is even more frightening.

The power of Jiangdu makes Yang Zen nod slightly too. He also seems to care about Jiangdu. It is not that easy for Lang Jiu Pole to win this war.

“Divine Bell Gold Shield! God forbid! ”

Since the Eastern Emperor's bell, the time wind and cloud have changed greatly. Faced with the suppression of the Jiangdu's divine bell, Lang Jiupole's face is very ugly. Jiangdu holds such a horrible artifact in his hand. When it really shocks many people with an underground jaw, the Eastern Emperor's bell has now carried out a dramatic operation of Jiangdu. If it is not for its incompleteness, Jiangdu can completely crush the countless powerful people beneath the empire with the Eastern Emperor's bell.

“Eight-point fist up the wind! ”

The palm of Lang Jiupole is stamped with the world seal. One stamp is astonishing. Both hands change continuously, and countless stamps are stacked together, eventually forming a giant clap, descending from the sky.

The golden clock cover of Jiangdu's divine clock was so powerful, this clap continued, it did not damage the East Emperor clock of Jiangdu at all, even the clock shadow did not break. At that moment, his face became so ugly, I didn't expect the means of Jiangdu to be so astonishing.

“Purple gold pot, take it! ”

Lang Jiu pole handshake artifact, is also a hybrid artifact, only unfortunately, hybrid artifact is too weak, compared to Dong Huang Zhong, it is not a level, even now is a broken Dong Huang Zhong, not a random divine soldier can take away.

“I don't know what to do! Dong Huang Zhong, suppress me! ”

Jiangdu hand grip, the Donghuang clock instantly became so big a mountain, descended from the sky, suppressed, Lang Jiu pole hand grip purple gold spirit pot, confidence hundred times, rise, collide with the Donghuang clock, instantly crushed, no mercy!

Lang Jiuzi's face changed dramatically. It was his only hybrid treasure vessel, and countless divine soldiers could be sucked into it. The power of the purple gold spirit pot was also very powerful. It was refined by an elder of the refiner in the Eight Poles Gate. It was very horrible. I didn't expect that it would be hard to hit in the hands of Jiangdu. At the moment when the Eastern Emperor's bell came down, even the people around him felt the body was heavily suppressed.

“Dong Huang Zhong, Dong Huang Zhong, the divine clock in this guy's hand, is it really Dong Huang Zhong? ”

Yang Zen muttered, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, seemingly with a touch of excitement.

Lang Jiupole's means are not necessarily strong, but in the hands of Jiangdu, it seems insignificant. He was suppressed by the Eastern Emperor's bell. He also flew backwards. He was pale, and the blood spilled. Obviously, the Eastern Emperor's bell struck, making him very wolf.

“This guy is really strong. I had no idea that even the Lang Jiu Pole at the Eight Poles Gate was such a wolf in his hand. It looks like today's World War I, maybe there really is a variable. ”

“Who says not, this Tatsujiang who killed the floating tower before, does not seem to be a fuel saving lamp. ”

“Not even the floating butcher's eyes, Octopus, he shouldn't be merciful, hahahaha, really look forward to it, this asshole demon king, afraid he's destined to offend both Octopus and the floating butcher? ”

“Yeah, I guess even Shanhaizong won't necessarily accept this son-in-law. ”

All the spectators and others laughed and said, but it was the Gestavius who was shocked by the river and dust. The mid-term appearance of the imperial realm of God shook the crowd. Even Lang Jiupole, the top master of the Eight Poles Gate, is now eating in his hands. Perhaps he will really be the black horse of this fight, and he has not yet tasted it.

“You can be proud to push me to this point. Originally prepared for Jun Chung, I think I'll let you try it today. ”

Lang Jiupole's face was gloomy, revealing his bloody fangs, and it appeared that Jiang Dun had been sentenced to death.

“Nine poles a punch, I'm the only one in heaven and earth! ”

Lang Jiupole's hands gathered an unparalleled wave of air, rising, punching out, the sky and earth changed color.

Boxing wind, Nine Poles, Shadow Wind Rage, Boxing! A breath of death and silence, scattered over the entire sky, the eyes of all, at this moment, focused on the Langjiu Pole.