Tribulation of Myriad Clans

The war is about to break out, the whole space seems to have been solidified, and even the wind is still stationary, surrounded by a dead.

Ye Fan and Yi Qing shadow were even more atmosphere, and now it is not going to go, it is not, it can only be a must-beast that is staring over the twelve.

"call out!"

The long sword danced, and the empty spots had a few swords, and the redness shines, the old man is blasted, and the speed is so disappeared.

The wind sounded, and the long sword is rising, and the left eye of the magic lion with a drill.

The magic lion is clear, the front foot is empty, the front half is suddenly lifted, and the left eye hides this robbery.

The long sword will not be in the forefront of the magic lion, but the sharp sword pointers seem to be a thick leather flesh.

Under the unpartic force, the long sword seems to be bent, and the old man sees that his attack is not working, and it is busy with the long sword.

At this moment, the front half of the magic lion raised the first half of the body, the two strong and powerful front legs took a fierce spirit, it seems to be directly to the old people. Step on it.

The old man seems to be calm, the body moves slightly, the real yuan in the body is running, the whole person flew out, avoiding the look of the magic lion.

Another attack is empty, the magic lion that has been an atmosphere is incapacitated, and it becomes more man.

The huge head rushed toward the old man, and a hundred of blood in the bloody talents saw that heavenly blades, and it was scary.

Four legs, the heavy body actually has no weakness of the old man, the same body is again raging again.

The old man is cold, the left hand is red, and it is heavy, and it is heavy on the forehead.

The old man collided with the huge head of the magic lion, a rushing, the body shape of the magic lion riche, but only the time of stalemate, the old man appeared No, the whole person starts back to back under the powerful power of the magic lion.

After continuous retreats, the old man seems to know that he can't stand the wind, the left hand palm is rising, the violent power is over from the arm, and even he can hear the sound of the bones.

The magic lion hill is also retired after this giant, but the next moment, it increases the strength, the huge head shakes, and he hit the collision.

However, the old man is now no longer more than the hardships, and he wants is the gap that the magic lion retreats.

The whole person is turned into a black line, flying directly out of ten feet.

The long sword in the hand is pulling down, and the space is shaking, and a red sword is pulled out, and the speed will not be a magic lion.

The sword is so long. When the magic lion has been in front of the front, there is a short foot, with a sharp broken voice, squatting on the abdomen of the magic lion, suddenly, a Mars "" Start, but just like a flowery, the last continuation is a breathing, everything has entered a dim.

The sword gas matters disappears, it is obvious that it still does not break the defense of the magic lion, just let the magic lion become more violent.

The huge body is turned, and the teeth have collided back.

The sharp claws smashed in the dim, and it appeared that even the air was torn.

The long sword greets the claws, a boy, a godd iron, a thorn sound. Suddenly, the Mars in the half-air splash, one person is a beast attack, and the speed is almost once.

At first, Ye Fan can still see how they are handed over. Later, they can only see the two black shadows and suddenly change the speed.

The sword is like a mountain, and the whole small world is immersed in the red swordsmanship and the cold and overflowing claws.

It is not a few sections that are treated by the gap of the magic lion, which is a few paragraphs.

For a time, the flying leaves flying.

Ye Fan has to lament the power of Warcraft. For the magic lion in front of you, there is no powerful martial arts, and there is no odd weapon. It is a power of your own physical fleshy to play with one. I don't think it is up and down, and even faintly occupy the wind.

This also confirms that the same Warcraft is always better than human warrior.

Of course, the strength of the old man is unquestionable, can fight with the magic lion that is comparable to the extremely peak, it is estimated that the entire Yuanyang empire can't find a few.

One person and one beast is undoubtedly Ye Fan has seen the most intense battle, but fortunately their battlefield is half-air, if it fights on this ground, it is estimated that the square is in half. Even more widely widened.

The violent battle lasted half an minutes, and one person hung a color, and there was a different number of wounds in the body.

The old man seems to be more serious, and the back is even more wounded by the swim of the magic lion, and the blood can't be taken out.

I don't know whether bloody smell is stimulated to the magic lion, or it is still to end the battle, and the fierce breath will rise again.

Yang Tian's long-awaiting, the bloody is open, and the four feet are flushing, and it seems to swallow the old man.

Far far, the old man has already felt the strong smell from the magic lion mouth, the eyebrows, the right hand of the sword is not tight, and the eyes have a strong perseverance.

A shake, the long sword of the hands and swords, and rolling the magic lions.

For the poor lion of the skin, the old red swords are fundamentally impractically harmful to themselves, but most of them are delaying their own attacks.

The hard-top-hord-gardens, the magic body shape is close to the old man step by step, as long as it is approaching, the magic lion has confidence to give the old man heavy blow.

The old man retreats to the sword, one by one is in the half-air, the old man is finally stopped.

The sword is no longer swaying, and the whole person is soaring, and the face is cold, it seems to be prepared.

The magic lion did not consider too much. Now there is no interference of the sword, and the speed of the body is not allowed to speed up a bit.

The distance of dozens of feet, for the four-level World of Warcraft, but a few breathing things, sharp claws of the sharp edges are already in the cold, and there is still silk blood, which is terrible.

At this moment, the old man was one horizontally, and the long sword pen in his hand took the hand in the chest, then released the hand directly, and the strange thing was that the long sword was floating in the air, and there seems to have a mysterious power to support a general.

Then, the old man quickly joined several handprints, and the truth in the body was run in accordance with a certain route.

However, a breathing time, the old sword of the old man is rising, and there is a lot of long, illuminated half a day.

Under the manipulation of the old man, the long sword began to tremble and sent a burst. A shares are more than a few times before it has a heavy breath.

The magic lion saw this scene, and it seems that what the expression is more likely, and the body cannot be accelerated.

Looking at the magic boiling speed, the old man did not panic, holding the sword handle, drinking a low, pulling the long sword in his hand, and gherring the magic lion.

The red maiden of the week looks more dazzling, and the power of violent makes the space have distorted.

Redness is not biased, just hit the forehead of the magic lion, and suddenly a scream sounded, the magic lion was so weak under the sword of the old man.

Red mounts are easy to cut the magic leather flesh, a large fragrant blood strike, the body shape of the magic is also changed in the old man, and the body is planted, directly from the air fall.

The residual gas of the Red Mang is scattered by the magic lion.

The round dozens of arms seems to have set off a hurricane, and the endless leaves have dropped, and some little and elongated small trees are broken in the "gure" sound.

Unlike the branches of the flying landing, the magic lion fliculates in the process of falling, and the body is stabilizing the body shape when he is insufficient to the ground, which is suddenly jumped, returning to the old air.

However, the footsteps appeared, it seems to be seriously injured.

The opposite old people seem to have dominant, but at this moment, he is pale, a big sweat, even the handsome tremble.

The magic lion is also an amazing, but it seems to think about something after a moment.

I smiled: "It turned out to be your old mistress. It's really helping me."

It seems to verify the magic, the old face has become more difficult to look more, and one can no longer stand, and the empty is half a bit, and a blood sprayed.

Struggling straight, the old man wiped the blood of the mouth, hardship: "Even if I have a good time, there is a battle force."

"Don't worry, or give it to me, then you will die again." The magic lion smiled.

"Anyway, I can't get a few years, I will not give up."

The old man flashed in the eyes, fierce the real yuan, the long sword in his hand again, release the long sword, I only see it slowly rising, and I have stopped to the top of the old man, followed by starting Slowly rotate.

A shadow is like a sturdy breath, which is like destroying the earth.

"Betting, you are a madman, I don't want to be with you." The magic lion saw the old man, and it seems to think of what terrible things.

I couldn't help but a sentence, and I got out of my eyes and helplessly, turned and ran with injuries.

Looking at the gods gradually far away, the old man is self-sucking, knowing that the crisis is temporarily lifted, this is true, the long sword does not have the real yuan, the red light is convincing, and it is directly in the body, at the same time, The breath of the shares will dissipate the breath.

Then the old man is a blood spit out, and his face is already a wax.

However, he did not stop even more than a breath, and the foot tipped in a certain direction, and several breathing have been turned into a black spot in the sky, completely disappearing in the dark.

After the old people left, the time of the five interest, the black shadow in the half is flying from the distance, and it is the magic lion that is just just.

Looking at the horizontal sky, I can't find the half-point trail of the old man.

I can't help but low: "Betting, I will never let you go."

After the squat, drag the pangar body of the body to turn around again.