He Has a Dragon

Although Yinle was full of confidence because of Wang Le's past invincible record, it was inevitable that she was still worried.

After all, Wang Le used his own strength to single out two late-young strong infants and one late-young strong peak.

What is more important is that in the eyes of everyone, the heritage of the Middle-earth continent is extremely deep, far better than East China.

In other words, these three monks from Middle-earth China have no idea how many unscrupulous killers are in their hands.

Masters fight, only between the front lines.

It may not be that Wang Le accidentally hits, but the consequences are not good.

But Wang Le's brain powder like Sui Ruxue is full of confidence in Wang Le.

In the eyes of these brain-remnants, the three Middle-earth monks, headed by monks in red robes, are bound to fail.

The only difference is whether these three guys can survive, and escape from the claws of Wang Le, the murderer!

In the spotlight, when everyone thought that this one-to-three group battle would be difficult to distinguish between the winner and the loser at one and a half, suddenly he saw the white-browed and long-faced monk who fell from the war group directly. Fly out.

At this time, everyone saw that the chest of the late Yuanying monk had been sunken, blood was stained, and blood was constantly pouring out from his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the monks who watched the battle on the Yinxu could not help but exclaim one after another.

"Wo Cao! This is a scuffle of the peak strong level in the late Yuan Ying period. There is no need to decide the winner so soon ?!"

"Last time, the senior king and the killer whale royal family's late peak infantry powerhouse battle ended in a long time. I thought that this time, even if it was not as good as the previous one, they had to fight the next time, but I did not expect it to be so fast. ! "

"The guy Wang Le is so fierce, he was born to fight for logging!"

"In the face of an insane evil like Wang Le, even if the three of them are strong enough, they are destined to become a tragedy!"

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Among the astounding discussions on board, as the party's white-browed and long-faced monk, it was undoubtedly the deepest feeling.

He thought that this young man from Dongsheng Dizhou, although somewhat unpredictable, was filled with mystery by a layer of mist.

However, he did not expect that he was also a strong boy in the late Yuanying period. How could he defeat so fast!

As soon as he couldn't believe it, he thought he was dreaming.

But the pain from the chest told him that this was a cruel reality and everything was true.

At this moment, the white-browed monk looks like gold paper, and his bloodless face is full of suspicion, and his eyes are full of horror and boundless fear that cannot be expressed in words at all!

If it weren't for his own son and companion still fighting in the field, he would like to run away immediately, and the farther away the better!

Because he has never seen such a strong Yuan Yingqiang in the world!

If he hadn't seen this young man named Wang Le, his blood was exuberant and full of youthful activities, and he didn't reveal any decaying spirit. He would really doubt that the other party was an old antique concealing repair and age. !!

Human nature is common.

Regardless of ordinary people or successful strong people, when facing unknown things, they often have fear in their hearts.

The white-browed monk who was hit hard by Wang Le is no exception.

At this moment, the late Yuan Ying strong man was afraid and did not dare to enter the war circle again.

Just when this monk with long white face was lingering, the three men in the battle group had entered a fierce battle.

"what!"

In the fierce screams, the artifact red lance spear that suddenly appeared in Wang Le's hands was shot like a viper, and directly stabbed another unprepared Yuanyuan strong!

If it was not at the point of life and death, the monk in the red robe next to him responded quickly, holding a long sword of his destiny magic weapon and inserting a pole horizontally, and then picked the gun body dangerously, so that the tip of the red cricket spear was distorted and not stabbed The heart of the bit strong infants!

Otherwise, the tall monk became a corpse on the spot!

Although Wang Le's stabbing red pike spear didn't kill the tall and powerful late-born infant strong, he also made a big cut under the ribs of the opponent to reveal the flesh and bones inside!

The monk in the red robe saw that his two servants were injured by Wang Le so quickly, and he couldn't help getting angry and angry!

Because in the process of being injured by the servant, he had no time to rescue, so he could only watch with open eyes.

If the opponent that hurts the servant is the existence of God, even if he is the same as the peak of the late Yuan Ying, he will recognize it.

The point is that this abominable opponent in front of him is nothing but a late-infant powerhouse who is lower than him by one order.

What a pity!

Fortunately, this battle happened on the Black Sea. If it happened on the Middle-earth continent and was seen by other colleagues, Monk Hongpao had no face to go out to see people for a long time after consciously.

Thinking of this, the monk in the red robe who felt humiliated couldn't help but screamed, followed by holding the sword's hilt of the destiny magic weapon with both hands, and screamed with anger: "Asshole! Try my sword Zong Shijian! "

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the monk in red robe completely disappeared into Wang Le's sight, and there were only crimson swords left!

Suddenly, facing the countless crimson swords flying over him, Wang Le was all tight and couldn't help but develop a rare sense of crisis.

This made Wang Le suddenly realize that the Wanhua Guizong Thirteen Swords in Monk's mouth was definitely not simple.

Turning to his heart, Wang Le held his arms tightly with both hands, his wrists were shaking constantly, and purple and gold gun flowers, like lotus in the void, spread in front of Wang Le's portal, resisting the attack of monks in red robes.

In the face of the enemy's unfamiliar attack method, Wang Le did not hesitate to defend first. It was not too late to find out the familiarity before turning to defense.

At the same time, Wang Le's delusional eyes opened with all his strength, trying to find the loopholes and flaws in the thirteen swords of Wanhua Guizong!

Dangdang Dangdang

Bang bang

Ping pong

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The sharp sound peculiar to the metal collision continued endlessly ~ www.readwn.com ~ The crimson sword shadow full of sensational killings was immediately entangled with the purple purple golden gunman.

You attacked me and fell into a deadlocked balance.

Seeing this, the tall fat monk immediately gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain from the ribs, summoned a wide-bladed sword of the natal magic weapon, and then cut directly to Wang Le from the side, trying to open the opponent's vital portal from the side!

Among the flashes of light, Wang Le's eyes were fast, his red lance was suddenly swayed, and the tip of the gun was extremely precise.

At this moment, the fat monk trembled as if receiving an electric shock, and the faces on both sides suddenly flew out of the sickly crimson red!

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