Dragon-Marked War God

“The cowhide is not big, the home battle, and you are still a great hammer. ”

Jiang Dun sneered. At this moment, the eagerly awaited World War I finally opened its doors.

Ling silently stared at Jiangdu, the strength of Jiangjun Heaven. She knew that the guy, definitely the most elderly god in Shanhaizong, just didn't know that decades had passed, the strength of Jiangdu, the actual geometry, was the rival of Jiangjun Heaven?

Ling can't help but worry about Jiangdu. This guy still looks like he is not afraid of the heavens and the earth, but she is really worried that Jiangdu will be invincible, and this is in Shanhaizong, Jiangdu is even stronger, it can't be against the whole Shanhaizong, right?

“Sister Ling! ”

Moon looked at Ling Yu, softly called out. At that moment, at the beginning of many years, the two women saw each other, but unfortunately, Moon could see that Ling Yu was controlled, and Jiangdu, how could he not see? So this mountain sea sect, it's not a good thing, as Ling said before, it's all late, maybe a sign that you have been kidnapped by mountain sea sect? Don't you have a chance to be with yourself?

Jiang Dun's eyes killed the plane. His target was Mu Junhuang. In this battle, he wanted Shanhaizong to pay the price, so that Mu Junhuang could know who was Ling's man.

“Do it, don't blame me for not reminding you that in a moment, you will die a terrible death. ”

The confident side of the monarch makes everyone trust him very much. After all, one is the genius demon of Shanhaizong, and one is the top master of the six generals after five levels. What kind of spark will collide between the two? Watchful.

“Noise, death never stops. ”

Jiangdu laughed coldly. The candle dragon sword changed hands. The heavenly dragon sword rose horizontally, chopping the nine scales straight, and bombarded with Xiaojunzheng.

Zhengjun cleverly held a double hammer, powerful, powerful hammer, with the power of thunder, heavily smashed, Jiangdu sword rose, tearing with the giant hammer, constantly interwoven, four flames.

Two people came close, swords and hammers roaring, powerful, short-lived, more powerful.

Hand-held double hammer attack, the Gestapo means of Xu Junhuang is totally better than the power of Xuan Dynasty Yuan and Lang Jiupole. Jiang Dun, with the power of the ten elephants of Kowloon, can be leveled against Xuan Junhuang, both of which are infinitely powerful, through the heavens and the latitudes, one sword smashed, the power of Wan Jun, one hammer waved between, a thousand difficult to stop.

Jiang Dun and Zhijun are not happy to fight, the whole mountain Haizong is also shouting, the sound waves are extremely high, waves after waves.

“Brother Chun, come on! Beat him! ”

After all, in the mountain Haizong, Zhenghuang's voice is the highest, the momentum is positive, no opportunity is given to Jiangdu at all, a drum of breath, the rush is imminent.

Each hammer is thrown down, as if to smash the heavens out of a hole, the river and dust with the sword of the borderless, both defensive and ready, the two are two hands of the Humvee, difficult to divide.

“Brother Weiwu is overwhelming! ”

A lot of people look after Junhuang. After all, he is the strong young generation of Shanhaizong, the top beam pillar of Shanhaizong, his strength is unquestionable.

So many people helped themselves, although it was impossible to help him, but above the momentum, Zhi Junhuang was under pressure.

“Let you see my thousand overlapping waves! ”

Xiaojun snorted coldly, heavily hammered, unpredictable, powerful struck, thunderous, repeated, a giant wave of sand, thousand overlapping waves, hammering heaven, like a roaring leopard, swallowed the dome.

“A sword is ancient! ”

Jiang Dunmei did not turn his eyes, a sword fell, and the infinite shadow of a thousand overlapping waves was interwoven. Between them, the sky collapsed, a nothingness, each of them went backwards. Jiang Dun's sword, Wangu, failed to defeat Xu Junhuang, the two were divided into battles, and the autumn color was divided equally.

“Again! ”

Jun Zheng sipped furiously and drove the shadow of the heavenly dome. He opened wide and crushed it. It was like breaking bamboo.

Jiangdu pupil tightening, sword 20 illusion thousands, sword shadow constantly changing, sword 21, has formed a prototype, sword 20 rush, sword 21 internal restraint, but one sword flattens thousands of times, Jiangdu pulls sword, the heavens and the earth move, that sword after the implementation of a sword 10,000 ancient, understood out, sword path, avenue homecoming, today's sword without borders, to some extent, has even completely surpassed the lonely sword, sword 21 takes away the shadow of all four sides, special way home, one sword chopped down, swinging back into the intestines!

That sword, such as the heavenly ghost charm, the pen of God, is irresistible, the moment the sword 21 falls, Xu Junhuang also went away, the two hammers in his hands confronted, all of them were chopped up, and he himself, was also stirred by the sword, almost broken all the meridian, at that moment, the divine soldier was destroyed, Xu Junhuang was retreated, his face was pale, his hands were constantly trembling.

Sword 21, devastated by the ancient sword, restrained, sword out, heavenly fissures!

One stone triggers a thousand waves!

Jiang Junzheng defeated and became the loser in everyone's eyes. They all stared at the scene. I didn't expect that the ultimate loser would be Jiang Junzheng, Jiangdu swept all the way, there was no match. All the disciples were defeated in his hands, and none were spared.

His face was extremely ugly, blood spilled from the corner of his eyes, infinitely painful, seriously injured. This sword, he really can't stop it. Sword 21, has reached the point of surpassing a sword, beyond the lonely sword, Jiangdu is also joyful. This sword, if not for the inspiration of a sword, maybe he wants to understand this sword so quickly, it is still a fairly difficult thing.

Chu Junhuang was a little confused. He did not lose the sword, but after his defeat, his heart was like losing the main bone, because over the years, he had not tried to defeat, no one could defeat him, in Shanhaizong, over the whole of Zhongzhou divine soil, so.

But today, he lost to Jiang Dun. What he lost was not only the glory of his life, but also the love of his heart, the goddess of his heart, Ling!

Defeat is defeat, there is no excuse. At this moment, the whole mountain Haizong seems to have become extremely low. No one dares to speak up. Jiangdu is like an unstoppable divine light, like a black horse coming out of a rush, standing there as King's Landing, arrogant and immovable.

Yang Zhen's heart was infinitely angry, but he knew that not to say that it was Junhuang, that sword, even he, was not confident that he could succeed. This river and dust, indeed, was a rather difficult figure.

The happiest person, no more than Ling, but can everything really be as she thought?

“As I said, I will no longer defend. And after that, I won't leave you alone to watch over loneliness. ”