The pet king of the city

From Chen Lie's body, the masked assassin feels an invisible pressure. This pressure is not a surging type that comes from the face, but a sharp pressure like a sword like a sword, as if a sword is hanging in his own. On your heart, let yourself feel extreme uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

The iron hand knows that he has lost his best time, but Chen Lie's situation is mysterious and seems to have a breakthrough. Where can I miss such an advantage? The iron hand is crazy and runs crazy, and I do n’t know how many weeks of the cycle. The arrows generally fly over.

Broken thousands!

Chen Lie would have this trick.

The broken army is the starting type of killing law. The most important power, but the original overbearing attack has become a high degree of condensing under the interpretation of the iron hand, and thousands of winds are attributed to a penetrating attack of a sword. It is simple and clear, but the confrontation between life and death has an inexplicable effect.

The masked assassin is like a pool of dead water on the surface, but he has felt a great challenge in his heart. This is a feeling of a frog by a poisonous snake.

Chen Lie's experience cooperates with the talents of iron hands, and may be used to describe such a partner with "impeccable".

The ruthless sword of the iron hand is not connected, not to the other.

The masked assassin's body turns into a shadow, which condenses the most peak skills and stabbing the ruthless sword. Although through the long sword invading, the blue sword gas penetrated through the long sword can form an unable to breathe. The pressure, but the masked assassin wants to break the simplest attack of the enemy in the simplest way, and the fastest speed to defeat the talented enemy of the iron hand.

when!

The deafening metal impact sounded the three people's eardrums.

A bright flushing appeared on the iron hand face, and there was no movement in place; the masked assassin retreated three steps in a row, and his face was pale.

As a result of both defeats, it is definitely the most unwilling to see with a masked assassin, but for the iron hand, this is the last chance.

A passing Jin Mang rushed.

There is still more time to think about the masked assassins, and forcibly retracted the swords that attacked out, retired from advanced, and condensed his life's skills to the top of the golden mango for the second time. Lie's life changes.

Ding!

The weird thing is that the masked assassin was shocked that all the forces that condensed at the tip of the spear was like the abyss. All the true gas was sucking clean by the strange Jin Mang in that scene. The power of swallowing and pulling the sword was eaten by his sword, and the sword routine was abolished in disguise.

In the end, the double palms were killed in the unpredictable golden light, and the left and right hearts of the masked assassin were blasted directly. The masked assassin sprayed blood and throwing it.

After all, the masked assassin is a rare sword -level figure. The blood that was sprayed was filled with the true qi. An inspiration, countless blood sprayed like a hidden weapon.

Although such an attack could not cause fatal damage to Chen Lie, the fragile eyes simply resisted such a sneak attack. In desperation, Chen Lie could only reverse the true gas and force it.

That is, this buffer, the masked assassin quickly disappeared into the long night through the three vertical jumps.

The change just now is too fast, and it is incredible to even iron hands. However, the escape of the masked assassin was a matter of nailing on the board, and it was not nonsense. The iron hand picked up Chen Lie who wanted to collapse and turned into another direction.

Chen Lie's life is dangerous. Even if there is an iron hand, the mysterious Baodan hangs his life, but in the outbreak of the super -level just now, the real Yuan consumes damage and affects the root of the body.

It can be said that Chen Lie has stepped into Huangquan Road today.

"Support live!"

The tone of the iron hand is full of anxiety, and the body is getting faster and faster, like a gust of wind.

Chen Lie's consciousness has been blurred, but it still requires: "Iron hand, so go on this way, let alone escape the hematopoietic Moon Desert, I'm afraid you can leave the law. There is a way to deal with your own business. "

"Do not talk nonsense!"

The iron hand directly gave Chen Lie a cold language.

At this time, the cold desert cold wind was covered with a dull horseshoe and broken sound. Even if the sound was very weak, it was full of negative emotions such as tension, urgency, anger, etc., making the iron hand tighten.

At such a subtle moment, the sound of this horseshoe and the empty sound of the empty emptiness suddenly saw the oasis with a thirsty fascinating person in the desert; it was like a green head boy touched his girlfriend's two reunion and plump for the first time. The congestion of the big meat group.

The iron hand's face became cloudy and uncertain, I don't know how to choose.

Between the contradictions, the iron hand suddenly stopped, gently put down Chen Lie's body, the ruthless sword out of the sheath, and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

After the wind and sand, I do n’t know how many historical and bloody bloody desert hidden in the desert of the desert. A high -style and tall man who walked towards the wind came to the iron hand.

As if this wind, this sand is the rendering of this person's coming, and there is only such a scene left in the world.

"Snow Palace Messenger!"

Rao is the iron hand and no longer dare to be arrogant in front of this person, because this person's identity is likely to be the messenger of the Snow Palace of the top ten doors of the sword world. Waiting for the existence of the guest.

"Snow Palace Royal Charity Murong has seen a fellow!"

Murong Po finally settled, and released deep eyes for the iron hand and Chen Liezhan.

This is a pair of persuasive eyes, deep and wise are synonymous.

The sharp face of the sword is under the contrast of these eyes, and it is a suffocating breath.

Murong Po obviously did not leak the slightest killing intention, and even had no intention of doing it. Murongpo, who was bathing in the wind and sand, could give people such a horrible feeling.

This person may be the most severe challenge for the iron hand in his life.

"Huh! It's naive, thinking that you have the heritage of God's will, you can only be ..."