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Immortal golden body, all the sky is the golden fragments, accompanied by golden blood, Xuochen's figure fly out.

Here is a short silence here, and all eyes are sluggish.

As for those disciples of Sheng Snow Mountain, this time is even more light, and the face has become pale.

Xuanchen brothers have lost?

He is the disciple of the main pulse, and he has got a guidance of the goddess. Although only once, it is already great glory.

If it is not enough excellent and stunning, how can I see the goddess?

But it is such a powerful existence, but now it is.

His immortal golden body was broken, and the whole body became broken, and that a powerful flesh did not block the fist of Yezikawa.

Ye Zhou's flesh is obviously more stronger than Xuochen!

And more terrible is his momentum, only my alone, I have invincible, double boxing can push all enemies.

Xuanchen is struggling from the distance, and there is constant blood overflow in the mouth.

He looked at Ye Zhou, he was relieved in his eyes, and there was also a slice: "I lost."

The look of the referee has become complicated.

There is no doubt that as the disciple of Sheng Snow Mountain, he is expecting to Xuochen, I hope he can defeat Ye Zhou, end his myth.

But in the end, it was Ye Zichng, and he continued his myth.

Ye Zhou's battlefield is not much, and now it is 119.

With so many more than two hundred, the top two hundreds of the stone monument can't go.

But there will be no people doubt his strength.

He may become a legend on the stone monument.

"Contracting." Ye Zichuan hugged Xuanchen.

Xuanchen turned over and slowly walked down the ring.

Ye Zichuan spit out a breath and once again looked at the stone monument.

His body also has a blood, he has also hurt in just a battle, although it is not heavy, but the power consumes some.

"Do you want to continue challenge?" Asked the referee.

"Continue, the ninth place!" Ye Zikuan calmly spit out five words.

This sentence is out, many people are surprising, and the sound of the cold air is ringing here.

Ye Zichuan is crazy?

It is not more than before, but he challenges the top ten strong, it can be said that it is the strongest ten in the ground, and any one is no longer enemy.

But he even challenged, not going to rest.

Is he really confident, still too arrogant?

"Good!" The referee watched him and then in the stone monument.

The ninth name is bright, and after ten seconds, a figure came out of the light.

This is a primitive life.

Not a disciple of Sheng Snow Mountain.

This is also a few strong people who can kill the top ten.

Compared to the disciple of Sheng Snow Mountain, their strength is more awesome.

Because the disciples of Sheng Xue Mountain will have the guidance of the heavens, all resources are also given to them.

But the original gain is different, and everything they have come over by killing.

In this case, they have their own achievements. Everything they have now, is the symbol of their own strength.

Such strong people are more worth admire!

Ye Zichuan can feel that this primitive life of the spirit is very strong, and it has experienced countless battle baptism, and their will also tough terrible.

"please!"

Ye Zichuan took a breath and then extended his hand.

He is bright, although the breath is a little ups and downs, but a long gun is nailing in the original place, and the sharp is revealed.

The original life is not sent, but it suddenly shot.

It is a strong killing of the big life, endless war and killing, and the killing is amazing.

Bang!

The void large piece of shatter is completely cleared by the two.

Two figures are directly hit together with a violent posture.

The battle of the shock is once again opened, everyone can see the fans, and the eyes don't dare to blink.

Such fights have not seen it for a long time.

This will also be inspired by them. Through these true power, they can recognize themselves and see their gap with the level limit.

After a few minutes after the battle broke out, a figure flew from the distance and appeared here.

"I rely! I actually missed it?"

Not the Yuan Cang still?

He hated that he had a chest, he only left for a while, and he didn't expect Ye Zichuan to challenge at the stage, and it was like he missed many games.

"This stinky boy is definitely, I don't want to let me see it." Yuan hated some teeth.

But soon, he was attracted by the battle of the two.

He is like a torch, and the amber scorpion falls on the body of Ye Zichuan, like him.

"Good guy, only more than ten years, actually happened such a transformation, it seems that he has been inspired by it."

Through the flesh of Ye Zhou, he saw the secret of the world's destacgence.

"The breath of the sky ... He has been in contact, just something wrong."

"This kid is really unexpected."

"Hongmeng space actually born such an excellent future generation, it is really envious of that guy."

Yuan Yong felt some toothache, the more powerful Ye Zhuan, the more uncomfortable in the future for the sky.

He has now played a tag of the sky in Ye Zichin. In his view, Ye Zichuan entered the sky is a nail, and it doesn't take long.

In this way, the power of Hongmeng space will increase.

Moreover, if Ye Zichuan has touched another area when it enters the heaven, the force will be qualitatively changed.

"Hey, it's really a headache, I seem to be a child, but I can't bear to destroy such a seedlings."

Yuan Cang has never been tangled like now.

Just when he thought about it, the battle on the ring has entered a white thermal stage.

The difficulties of the two wars are difficult, and the light of all destruction is played.

Their figure has also become very blurred, and it has gone rid of the bondage of time and space, and it is difficult to catch up with them.

"The kid won." Yuan Yu murmured.

After the voice, only one minute later, the scene has changed.

Ye Zichuan occupied the above, the flesh broke out the gray, with a large foggy sea, directly drowned the opponent.

That kind of thick and magnificent feeling, like countless history of history, too heavy, almost suffocating.

When the fog is scattered, the figure of the two appears.

The original life of the ninth is lost, lying on the ground, I don't know how to die.