Thunder Martial

“You're talking about that place, I did go today. ”

Purple glanced up at the castle in the sky, at a time when many god generals had gathered in the distance, they naturally came to see the lively, nobody dared to meddle in the affairs of the natives.

“Without having to meddle in front of us, we've already investigated that you colluded with St. Lentoine, went to the core trading ground, redeemed a large number of Divine Spirits, Defensive Armor and many ancient monuments from a long time ago! ”

It was a young man who spoke, and the realm was only three classes, but his attitude towards purple was very rude.

All the other gods around were amazed by what they heard.

The core trading place, which they all dream about, is said to be very resourceful and extremely inexpensive.

“I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Violently said, naturally he would not admit it, and he did not believe that St. Lentoine would admit it.

“Don't try to get past me, now hand over the stuff, I can blame you for the past!” The other said coldly.

Purple looked at Wang San Pin and said: "You are just a district three pin. Where did you get the courage to talk to me like that? ”

His eyes swept around, followed by some three or four pieces, and naturally he would not see the realm.

St. Lento was injured and did not say a word at this moment.

“You want to die! ”

This king's eyes flash with a cold light.

The other natives around were scattered and surrounded by purple.

Purple frowned at each other and said, “Do you really want to die? ”

“You're the one who's gonna die! ”

When Wang San Pin's voice fell, he rushed toward the purple ray. The light of energy poured on him and his eyes collapsed to kill the machine.

A sharp blade, cut off towards the purple head.

All the divine clans were surprised when shouting arose again, and the other party really dared to do it.

Plus, it's three to four.

Zi Zhen Strike.

Golden light poured forward.

In the eyes of Wang San Ping, there was panic, the weapon in his hand was horizontal, a loud shock, the weapon was broken, and this Wang San Ping coughed blood upside down.

“Do it in the city, you'll die! ”

This flying Wang San Pin shouted out loud.

At the same time, the natives who had previously besieged the purple pearls were only three or four products, and instead of making a move, they all retreated to the rear.

Retreat until you exit the battlefield.

In the distance, the gods were staring at each other and wondering what the Native people were up to.

At this moment, a cold voice rang out, "Do it in the city and die! ”

A man flew from afar, and he had a five-pint aura, holding a long knife in his hand and chopping it in front of him.

The knife flashes from the tip of the knife, drawing an arc and chopping it into purple.

Purple snorted coldly, his right hand held his fist and struck, gleaming golden light shining over his fist, as if holding a round of golden sun.

Boom!

Energetic tremors, swordsmashing, powerful fluctuations scattered.

This is the first time the battle has attracted the attention of many divine clans and dared to strike in the city.

A fist shattered the knife, the purple body rushed to the sky, then rushed to the five pints.

Five pints of eyes flash with a cold light, one knife and then chop.

The knife was cut off, but only a remnant was destroyed.

The next moment, a tremendous force fell on him and shot him straight out.

Zizheng is the realm of Wang Sipin. In the centuries of the lower level, not only did he understand the knife to the level of four products, but he also understood the speed to the same height.

This five-pint body flies backwards, revealing fear in Mori's cold eyes.

Shuā

At this time, the light in the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Purple had returned to his side.

“What a fast speed! ”

His color changed and his body was forced to hold steady, then the blade turned in his hand and he sliced across towards the purple.

The knife was cut, the voices of the broken sky sounded, and the shadow was still broken.

“Here!”

Ziqian reaches the back of the fifth grade and punches out.

Energy roaring, five pints coughing blood out.

Those gods in the distance, shocked to look ahead, a four-point district, could deal with a five-pin so easily.

Puff

Puff

The sound of energy oscillation kept ringing, and the five pints kept screaming and being punched away by purple.

St. Lentoine's look at the scene was equally shocking.

Guess purple power is one thing, and real seeing is another.

“What are you still staring for, come out and kill people? ”

Even the five pints that were knocked off shouted angrily.

Elsewhere, there are five more scents.

The five-pint man who had been crushed by purple, at this moment he laughed coldly, and he felt that this would suppress purple, unknowingly, such a move led him to death.

Originally, Zixuan was still considering whether to kill or not. He was still hesitant in his heart. Now seeing others, he made up his mind.

The last punch came out and the lights of Thunderbolt burst into this five-item body.

Five pints coughed up blood and never stood up again.

Dead.

The distant shouting and the murder of a five-pin, then naturally this cannot end well.

The purple desert stood, and the natives appeared around them. I wonder if it was agreed or not, they all came in five grades.

Four out of five.

Looking at these four nearby Aboriginal people, Purple's face is getting a little colder, "Now that you're actively looking for death, don't blame me for being impolite. ”

A long knife appeared in his hand and a powerful breath erupted from his body.

Four pints killed five pints, just like the first pint killed two pints, even easier than then.

Because he awakened strength, and when the power of the anti-heavenly rule was available, he was only a higher opponent, and he did not see it.

Forward flush, vanish, flash, knife out.

Whistle!

Void tremor, a sharp knife that stretches far away.

A five-grade body separated before his eyes as the purple body was indifferent and empty.

Four five-pints, one instantly killed.

The other three five grades, all of them tremble.

“It's you who want to die! ”

Purple sounds are cold and killing machines are raging on you.

Everyone felt a complete chill and couldn't help but beat a cold tremor.

Golden glitter, purple forward stroke, again against other opponents.

“Stop! ”

A loud shout came from afar, a stronger aura emerged, six pints.

This six-point purple dude doesn't know each other, so naturally he is the enemy.

He did not pause, and his killing machine grew stronger and stronger, like a transient movement, instantly appeared in front of a fifth grade.

Blade light continues to cut.

The lights of thunder shine in the heavenly dome, and a powerful aura emerges.

The light flashed three times in a row.

Blood spilled in the middle of the sky, like a rain of blood, three quintessential natives died successively.

To date, five quintessential Native Americans have been killed and are extremely relaxed.