My luck can go against the sky

"The third round is the result, take the map Master to Luo Yue Master. Falling Master on Watanabe Master."

The names of the next four participating mages were even still not read, and the scene has already issued a fierce jubilant.

The most expectation of everyone really happened, and the highest speech is in advance.

Eye people have already taken out, this is already a four-competition in advance.

Especially as the Defense Championship Master, I have encountered a famous Fame Temple elite.

Falling is the only woman on this Master's Elite Family!

But in the previous fighting process, she attacked her white mu of robe, and only one trick, but the kind of skill and his own good face, won a good people.

But she now has to meet the defending champion. I am a mourning in the exciting group, as if I am regret.

Fang Lei is too surprised by Han Zi's Rong Dynasty. It is not blamed, and he almost hopes that the person who has a pair of people can unload eight pieces of people in each of the pair of people!

But every round of the Fate side is crushing, which also makes Fang Lei more realized that the strong Watanabe is strong, and all the hopes in the heart is pinned in Han Zi.

However, when Xie Lei saw the landing of the pendant, the same fortune, the heart was still unable to be treated: "Han, is she won?"

"Don't say it!" Han Zizhong shook his head:

"The strength they show, has been completely out of themselves, but the accumulation of the heritage, or this is not a personal competition, but the test between the temple."

"Do you look at around, have you found a lot of audience?"

Fang Lei stunned, turned around, and found that there were many people wearing a hats when they were surrounded by a few days.

Their three or five one pile, the eyes of the whole body is in the scene of the fighting Fair, neither participation in the noisy of the surroundings, and don't do more, it is a group of high-quality audiences.

"Going home, this is a faint fame and fortune, but their moves seem to be compressed, the whole temple is gambling, strangely strange!"

Han Zi Rong did not have a brain, and Fang Lei hiped himself, and asked him: "Do you say that they are people in their respective temples?"

"Start, concentrate on watching the game!" Han Zi Rongxiang two can be said.

The third round is the landing on the front.

They are all people in their respective monastery, and they are obviously known before, and they also pulled their families.

However, from this round, the content of the fighting method does not require Xiao Shami to make a carrier.

Of course, this is also because they are too shocking in this round, I am afraid I have unnecessary damage.

Without Little Shami carrier, the main carrier of the fighting method became a mage himself, although it seems that everyone's fighting law still adhering to the seemingly gentleman of the dismantling of one party.

In fact, this way of trial is much more dangerous than before.

The spell has no eye, although it has been conquered in advance, but when there is one party to make a vote, the other must be closed in time. When actually in the actual battle, who can guarantee that it will not damage.

Falling is beautiful, even if she is with a robe, the blue silk is full, still does not change the fascination of the fascination, which is also a beautiful woman.

It is even more difficult to be her temperament, like empty village, a smile, all from all kinds of vulgar, not in the five lines.

This is a very difficult woman who is hostile, but is standing opposite the Fate side, and the hand is doing it.

To this step, everyone doesn't have to sign a winner, and you can start directly if you have completed each other.

In the cognition of everyone, who is often in the back, whoever has a loss.

After all, this is a battle that is tried, and the first shot will definitely occupy the peak of the spirit, but in the face of the ferry, the fall is so confident.

The Fate Border is not twisted, reached out, the air is gathered, a free black flame, floating in the past.

"It is an hellian magic flame!" Someone exclaimed in the squad wearing a hat.

"This magic flame is not in the five lines, belongs to the scripture, once the body is boring, almost unable to extinguish, the mage is dangerous, this magic is the most Dharma!"

"This is a vicious poison, it seems that it is unhappy, in fact, it has already taken the killing, and the mage will not know if it can be supported."

"Three years ago, on the France Conference, Watanabe has won a lot of friends with this hand, but the last time did not participate, but he should have heard this head!"

Han Zirong is a little funny by these conversations.

"What is the prison magic, that is clear that the grievances have not been extinguished, plus the stimulation of the darkness, which makes the grievance, flying to the soul, and choose people!"

"This Fate side must have a problem, it is a mage, but it is an evil method!"

But at the next moment, Han Zi Rong lived.

Falling Master did not flash this hit.

The magic fire touched the migratory magic flame of the falling corner, and the whole wrapped the whole paroxacist.

"It's finished, this woman looks very beautiful, how is the head will not turn!" Fang Lei also sighed on one side: "This is not the first two rounds of competition, how to bring the flame to himself!"

However, Fang Lei has not shed a sentence, the black fire flames flies out of the lotus, gentle halo, running in the lotus, like fairy.

"Watanabe brother is so humble, the ridicit is here! Please ask the brother to pick me up!"

On top of the lotus table, the falling of a blue handset, and the latter half-air halo is closed, and a buckled lotus is rushing.

In addition to the square of the square, there is no feeling, but the garrogabate of the Watanabe has hunting on the drum, obviously the lotus suggestion.

I have passed over the eyes of the Fate Border, and the faint shadow is flashing, and a knife appears in his hand.

The cross is just a slight bucket, the scabling is slippery, a handle is three feet six inch, and the blance of the blade is short in the middle of the blade.

The long handle is used, and the ferry legs are separated, which is actually a set of large opening.

The air buckled lottery was waved by the knife of the knife. The previous tensioned suction has been dispersed, but there is no relaxation in the ferry in the hands of the ferry, and the forehead has been seen.

"Wow, this thing!" Fang Lei looked up before his eyes, wrapped around Han Zi Rong:

"The people who are not compassionate, how can there be a bar stick, and this knife looks so strange!"

"Because this is not the weapon of Hua Guo, leaving the ocean, Japan's knife!"

Han Zirong was broken.