Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Calm and indifferent voice, like the sound of God, resounded in everyone's ear.

At this moment, the situation of the entire melee is rare, and time is justified at this moment.

Whether it is a golden corner, a silver corner, or a pole palace, everyone's face is a unprecedented shock!

This sword is my monarch, which is going to Xuan Tianzong!

Xuan Tianzong and others, the brain is a shock, like billion thunder, and the whole person is some of them.

Then, it is endless surprise!

Mun family!

Is the people of the monarch come!

At this moment, all the Xuan Tianzong monks have a feeling like dreaming.

Their hearts of their hearts have come?

In the distance, a long figure that is shrouded, it is going.

He is a white dress, holding a bad year with an ancient sword that is filled.

one person……

A sword ...

Feminine is peerless!

"Doing three heavy snow, the world with white ..." A Xuan Tianzong Xiao Shi, which is directly like idiot, muttering.

She has never seen before, so translucent people.

Compared with Xuan Tianzong's surprise.

The golden corner and the silver corner are horrified, and the heart is uneasy.

It is the big king of the golden corner of the monarch. At this moment, it is also swallowed a spit.

As for the opposite side of the Palace, a group of people is scared to face.

Fang Jun Xiaoyao, a sword, is swept away from the polar star.

After a sword, most people are directly turned into dust, swing between the heavens and the earth.

Why is this horror, a scalp, sweating!

Even if you are lucky, some virtual gods, really strong, facing this sword, is also a sense of danger.

"Horror, it's too horrible. Who is this person?" Mo Fan's face was pale.

Folder, he has a feeling that I walked away.

Mo Fan is almost annihilated in this sword.

If it is not finally, the stars in his body released a group of stars and protect his flesh.

Mo Fan at this moment is afraid that it has already been turned into a dust.

Looking around, Jun Xiaoyao is indifferent: "This God is under the lower bound, it is for the town to kill ten crimes, you are ready to go to Huangquan?"

The words of Jun Xiaoyao, the Golden Fighter, the Military Master, are all difficult, and the eyes are also fierce.

Just prepare the opening of the Golden Fighier, say that Jun is not self-tier.

Dong Xuan's old ancestors and other personalities appear.

Two saints, a quadrant!

This lineup, does not say invincible in the lower bound, at least can sweep the quarter.

For the lower bound, even if it is just a quaint, it may be around the battle, let alone two saints, a quadrant.

"Too good ..." Xuan Tianzong and deputy arguments and others, excited ground color.

The heart of the two major criminals is completely sinking.

Like their mood, there is a pole palace.

Mo Fan's face is hard to see the extreme.

More than this year, he has risen completely, and it is true, it is really a bit floating.

Don't say that the next world is arrogant, even if you are some fairyland Tianjiao, Mo Fan is not too placed in the eyes.

But Jun Xiaoyao, just a sword, let Mo Fan have a fear of death.

He feels that even if he has a stars, it is estimated that it is not an opponent of Jun.

"Golden corner, silver corner, there is no Neighbor Palace, one will not stay!" Jun Xiaoyao is plain indifference, but it is a meaning of a iron blood.

For these criminals, Jun Xiaoyao is not a compassion.

Kill kill!

Without the pole palace, helping to be abuse, but also the push of this cataugue, Jun Xiaoyao will not let go.

"Yes, I will follow the life of God!"

Dong Xuan's ancestors are all shot.

Two saints, a quasi-holy, enough to turn over the battle.

"The disciples of Xuan Tianzong, with the primary monarch, completely kill the crime!" Xuan Tianzong slammed high.

"Yes!" The Xuan Tianzong monk, morale excited, started to counterattack.

Jun Xiaoyao is also a hand, holding the emperor, the strength of a strong years is filled.

Don't say the same number of monks, it is a good shape, Nirvana, Tongtian, and even a fire master. In the face of Jun Xiaoyao, it will have a fear.

,,,,

Nirvana master, it will be easily killed.

I am afraid that Tong Tianjing, Shenhuo master, will also hit hard.

Jun is like an unmanned environment, and it is killed.

Yan Yu and Su Ziqiong were also shot, and the means were.

At this time, the unclear palace was panicked and has begun to retreat.

They are actually not necessary to help, but when they lose their lives, they are not too late.

I didn't expect the Needle Palace, and the wild ancient monarch in the fairy is so fast.

When Mo Fan is ready to retreat, his eyes are light, and suddenly I saw a familiar figure.

"Liu Qianqian ... she, how is this?" Mo Fan brain a shock.

Doesn't he get Liu Qianqian?

Liu Qianqian is more miserable, and he is more hurt.

But now?

Liu Qianqian is not only good, but it seems to be higher than before.

And she also combined with Jun Xiaoyao, looking to the eyes of Jun Xiaoyao, with a strong worship, obsessed, and the color.

"Damn, it is the monarch show, must be that he saved Liu Qianqian, hate!" Mo Fan's sun grouse beats, and looks.

Liu Qianqian can be described as his obsession.

The worse, the more of Mo Fan's thought.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao saved Liu Qianqian, which is undoubtedly thoroughly sharing Mo Fan's anger.

"If there is an opportunity, I must let the monarch show, regret saved Liu Qianqian." Mo Fan is coldly thought of, he also begins to retreat.

Mo Fan is not stupid, he knows now, it is impossible to win Jun Xiaoyao at all.

Unless he can get the treasure palace in memory.

At this time, Liu Qianqian also noticed Mo Fan who wants to leave, she is beautiful, and she sends an angry and drink: "Mo Fan, you are running!"

"Well?" Jun Xiaoyou turned and turned, it saw Mo Fan.

Mo Fan saw, but also worshiping a paper paper, sticked to the body, then he is a silver mood.

"Is him?" Jun Xiaoyao is ready to shoot.

At this time, a group of masters of the Needle Palace surrounded.

Mo Fan is the core of the non-pointed star, can't be lost.

" is the car." Jun Xiaoyao held the emperor of the emperor, Jian Feng shock, a noble star palace master, is a dust.

"Yu Yu, grabbing him." Jun Xiaoyao passed.

"Yes!" Yu Yu took the back and retired, and the body burned the sun's real fire, turned into a hot flame, chasing that Mo Fan.