Emperor of Taikoo

"Don't panic, the strength of Lu Dust is strong, but the double box is difficult to fight, everyone will shoot together, one person can kill the slag!"

In this way, someone attacked: "Yes, everyone is shot, why fear a child."

"I kill him together."

"I have some dozens of people, the lowest strength is the saints seven remedies, one person is spit, can also drown Lu Dutin."

I ridiculously, dozens of martial arts are gorgeous, and there is a magnificent yuan to fluctuate, released from everyone.

"kill!"

With a low drink, dozens of people shot at the same time, between punishment, palm, leg shadows, swords, knives, murderous and horizontally, and laid the land.

As Lu Chen himself said, these people are in the case of the antity, and they are constantly threatened.

Looking at all kinds of attacks that have been bombed, Lu Chen is disdainful, step on the Qinglong God, the shape is shaking, and disappears from the original, only the remaining shadow.

"Substant" ... "

Dozens of attacks, killing, directly shredning the land and shadows, and the air is also in inch and blown ...

"Success!"

See 'Lan Dust' is bombarded with a slag, dozens of strong people have facilitated the colors.

"Let you be disappointed."

Lu Chen's indifferent voice suddenly sounded, as if a cold wind, let everyone cool from the head.

Especially one of the saints, the eight weighing, the face is more profound, because the voice of Lu Chen is from him.

After listening to the sound of Lu Chen, the pupil is wanded into two points, I don't want to, the foot is a little in the air, the figure is rapid, and I want to pull the distance behind the land.

However, his response speed is too slow in front of the dust, and the body is moving, a scorless and sharp voice, it is from behind, followed by, he only feels cold, look down, The chest plexus is exuded out of a beach, and the eyes are black, , directly planted.

With the fallen of this person, the prelude to death is finally opened.

" ..."

Lu Chen stepping on the Qinglong God, and there is a ghost between everyone. Every appearance will pierce a sword, and every sword will take away a life.

There are dozens of morders present, no one is his enemy.

There have been more than a dozen bodies in the ground.

The face of the remaining person is already a tragic, a shot of the color.

"puff!"

Another person's heart was worn by the sword.

Add a corpse on the ground.

Finally, the remaining people's heart defense line completely collapsed, but they did not have to flee.

Leave it, only death, escape, you must escape, escape, there is a hopes.

They were wrong.

Because, stay, you will die.

Escape is also undoubtedly dead.

Lu Chen is shaped, watching the more than a dozen movements of the four silents, flashing in the eyes, spinning the arm, swing, , 10 swords, different directions, fast if lightning I shot out.

" ..."

I only heard a series of low sinks came, and I saw the martial arts that I escaped. At the same time, I put it down from the air.

Shock!

But everything that witnesses this scene, all petrochemicals are on the spot.

Lu Chen swept the body of the body, and there was no sense of accomplishment in his heart. He is very clear about his strength, so in his opinion, it is not worth proud of it.

"Boom! Boom!"

At the same time, the battle with Ziyangzong is old, and the battle with Ziyang Zong's two elders will continue.

Ziyang Zong's strength and the second elders' strength, all over the battle, especially the battle with Ziyang Zong, a long time, in just a short time, the battle has been injured, maybe how long it takes, Look down.

Seeing this scene, the land is also condensed. If the war is defeated, the war home is still not released.

Without any hesitation, the sun is in the foot of the day, it is rumored to the war with Ziyangzong, and has rumored the past.

The Purple Yangzong with the war is old. In fact, I have always paid attention to the other two battles. When I saw that dozens of martial arts were killed by Lu Dongche melon, he was angry and angry. Going to rescue, but I was killed by the war.

At this moment, I saw Lu Chen actually rushing, and he kills in his heart, and his eyes were also brushing a murdered color. After a punch, after shocking, he decided to give up the winning chase, but the direction of rotation, Lu Dynors killed the past.

Lu Chen saw, jumping in the eyes, but soon recovered calm, he was not a half-step righteous opponent, but he was confident, and the long-term head of Ziyangzong was still doing.

Thinking of this, there is a flaming in the eyes, the speed does not decrease, and at the same time, the pound of the Yuanli floods into the black sword.

Not only here, swords, gold is like, the wind of the sky, the oysters of the soil ...

Also, he was fully protected at this moment.

"laugh!"

With his sword, a sword that integrates all kinds of ortholism, the lightning is full of Ziyangzong, who is rumble, and is full of old.

Although Lu Chen is confident, even arrogant, but also knows that the Purple Yangzong of the half-step king is very old, so it is a full force.

In the face of a strong force that can suppress the battle, he must use it all.

The Ziyang Zong, who has been rushing, and after seeing Lu Chen, the eyes are also a condensed. Although this sword does not constantly threatened, the destructive power has been chasing the half-step king, some strength is low. The half-step king, all the best, but also better than this sword.

That is to say, the seven land of the saints, the sword at this moment, there is a straightforward force of the half-step king.

This result, let him surprised and angry, killing land, but also strong to the extreme.

Ziyang Zong's old eyes passed a Tang Sen Han Killing, and then he stretched out the dry palm, and took a palm of it.

"!"

The moment of this palm shot, the vitality between the heavens and the earth seems to be traged, the speed of the speed comes, and the moment is turning between a huge yuan, then with low blasting, and Lu Chen A sword is bombarded.

"boom!"

The dishwashed wave of the naked eye, the free swept, the voids gathered, even under the impact wave, the earth was torn out of the road.

" ~"

A low and indulgence, and only the lingering swordsmanship of Lu Dynam, the explosion was exploded.

After the Yuan force is printed, it will continue to take off the land of the dust.

Lu Chen does not hide, the sword is again, and the Yuan force is open, and he is also flying, the completion is pale.

Ziyang Zong Director is in the middle of the murder, he is not intended to let go of land, Yuan Li crosses, and a punch.

Rolling the Yuanli whistling, ,,,,,, ,,

"!"

The land is seen, but it is not panic, and the feet stepped on the Qinglong God. The shape was suddenly disappeared from the original, avoiding this punch.

At the old man, Ziyang Zong is the eyes, when you want to shoot again, the battle is in the shape of the body, after the body, the body is not retained, a low drink, a palm Quite shot.

Ziyang Zong's long-lived and losing, the palm of the palm of the palm, the palm is quickly surging, and then it is also a palm.

Two majestic metaphysics, in half of the air, heavy hard together.

"boom!"

With the loud voice, the violent Yuan force shocks the wave of the unscrupulous sweep, and the body is shock, retreats in ten steps, and Ziyang Zong is only a long back.

It is still very stable, and the body shape of Lu Chen has already appeared in him, then, a sword that has been accounted for, there is no hesitation of explosion.

"boom!"

A sword is smashed, the void is a slight shock, a fierce sword, with a lightning speed, and the old man is headed by Purple Yangzong.

Ziyang Zong, who has not yet stabilized the body, the old man, feeling the fierce swords under the turbulence behind, the face is also changed, if it is changed to other time, he is not afraid of this sword, but at this moment he is not Stable, in vivo, the body is not enough, it is not suitable for full shots.

"!"

In the end, he chose to dodge, while forcing the body, the body is swaying, it is rushing to the side.

"puff!"

Purple Yangzong, the long life, the speed and power of this sword, the left arm was rubbed by a sword, and suddenly there was a slap in the wound, and the blood is out.

This level of injury can only be considered slightly, there is no big impact on the power, but Ziyangzong is growing old, but it is completely gloomy.

The tangle is a strong, it is hurt by a saints, and it is a shameful humiliation!

"Small, I want to smash your corpse!"

Silver is filled with a murderous voice, from the long-distance port of Ziyangzong.

He stared at Lu Chen with both cold and cold, and then his body is whistling, and his poured into his right hand.

With the gathering of pounds, a perimalized breath is exuded from its right hand.

The land of the land is lifted, feeling the heart, he can think of it, this hit is definitely one of Ziyangzong's old age, power is extremely strong! ! !