Supreme Martial Dao

? In an instant, the power of this sword is felt, and everyone’s eyes are showing a blank look. "".

"Wang Chen is finished!"

"Hey... this sword is even a middle-class imperial warrior who can't resist easily!"

"Twenty years old, only twenty years old is so powerful!"

"If he is in the Northern Territory, the top five of the Tigers will definitely have him a place!"

"Why is the top five, I don't think the top three are big problems!"

"The body of Vientiane, um, too, the power of Vientiane can not be seen!"

"Twenty years old, another ten years, the younger generation of the Northern Xinjiang, who can compare with him!"

"This is just one of the talents of Wanjia, how many strong people are in the mainland!"

"Wang Chen, a pity!"

After seeing this sword, everyone on the sidelines was awkward! In the eyes of these people, Wang Chen has no ability to resist this sword.

"The kid..." was trapped in the death of the Wanjia Zongwu. The elders and the two elders saw this scene with amazement and shouted loudly.

"He... can you resist it?" Within the crowd, Han Yuqi was next to his little mouth, his face full of awkward expression, full of worry.

Can he resist? It is death to resist it!

Thinking of this, Han Yuxi will plunder, but it is pulled tightly by Prince Lu: "It’s too late!"

At the moment, there is also a martial artist in front of them who wants to pass the martial arts block, they do not have that ability.

Even if there is no martial arts block, it is also far from the water to save the fire. It is difficult to save Wang Chen.

"Kids!" Above the high platform, the Oriental Niu Hao looked like a handle, and suddenly plunged forward, intending to save Wang Chen.

"Hey, where to go!" And just in the moment when the Eastern Niu Hao plucked, the third martial artist of Wanjia took a step and was blocked in front of the Oriental Niu Hao.

Hang...

Under the palm of the hand, the waves swelled and the whole battlefield was shaking, and the Eastern Niu Hao and the men each stepped out of the dozen steps.

The two are under one palm, no matter what.

Suddenly, the Eastern Niu Hao was also trapped by death.

"Wanjia, this time really came a lot of good hands!" Above the high platform, Xian Yu ancestors look dignified.

This time, a dozen people from Wanjia who came to northern Xinjiang, there are already seven strengths at the moment! Three four emperors, such a lineup is enough to sweep the northern Xinjiang.

Looking at Wang Chen, Xian Yu’s father frowned and just wanted to take a step forward, but he felt the lock of that breath.

The face is cold and cold!

From the beginning to the present, he has been fighting with that atmosphere. This master of the breath is the old man, the white-haired old man who came by the crane.

This kind of breath lock makes Xian Yu's ancest very clear, as long as he moves, the old man must move too!

At the same time, everyone who follows will be dispatched.

Maybe, the old man will not be afraid of himself, but what about the rest? Who can resist in the northern Xinjiang? At the moment, who can resist within the venue?

All the strengths of the fire sects, they can withstand two martial arts at most, and the rest will launch a massacre in northern Xinjiang, which is the concern of Xian Yu's ancestors.

Calling...

Booming...

嗷...

The wind is screaming, the Vientiane is rushing, the roaring, the mega-power, the four sides thunder, the big earthquake, the world is moving. The majesty of ancient giant elephants is inviolable.

Feeling the arrogance of this overbearing, already in the eyes of Wang Chen, who was injured under a stroke, flashed a dignified look, showing some despair.

A million giants, the ancient power, the real power of the Emperor Wu...

The power of all this makes Wang Chen’s heart weak at the moment, and such an opponent is not able to resist him today.

Maybe, Wang Chen can still resist the ranks of the 9th-order king warrior. Today, he does not have this ability.

Looking at the hundreds of ancient giant elephants that came from the rush, Wang Chen’s eyes showed a certain decisiveness.

The blood in the body boils, tumbling, and the blood of the gods seems to be unwilling to be suppressed by the ancient giant elephants.

"Stacked waves!"

A roaring Wang Chen with a decisive look to resist, he will not sit still, will not wait to die.

Under this palm, Wang Chen played an unprecedented power, and the dragon of the real body of the whole body came out, and the power of the beast and the power of lightning were even more tyrannical.

嗷嗷嗷...

In an instant, Wang Chen is a dragon that covers thousands of real yuan on both palms, and makes a scream of screaming, and the momentum is moving.

Under the superposition of the eight-door armor and the blood talent and the wave of the palm, this moment, the power of Wang Chen is also the extent of the display of seven or eight hundred thousand pounds!

"The temper of the beasts? Hey, I didn't expect your indigenous luck to be good, and the arm is not self-sufficient!" The air of the beast that Wang Chen exudes, Wan Long’s face reveals a strange look, then Yin Said awkwardly!

"Boom..."

The two majestic energies intersect. The ancient giant elephant and the dragon of the real yuan were intertwined in the air.

嗷嗷嗷嗷...

Angnan...

The sound of the giant elephant, the sound of the roar of the dragon, suddenly endless.

In an instant, the dust was soaring, causing a horrible tornado, roaring and raging.

At this moment, the lightning contained in the dragon of Wang Chenzheng has shown a powerful role, constantly eroding and engulfing the power of Vientiane.

In this case, Wang Chen was able to barely stalemate!

Finally, in the bite and swallow, two energy comes to the limit.

Booming...

In the sound of a bombing, the two energies broke out completely.

The air is like a substance, forming an energy wave that dissipates around. When it passes, everything is completely shattered.

The Quartet is even more exposed, and quickly resist!

Rage is such that many low-powered warriors are still being thrown out.

Fighting...

The blood is mad, and Wang Chen is like a broken kite. After flying dozens of meters, he is on the ground at the edge of the battlefield!

Wanlong, with a slight shape, he walked back to the rear for three or four steps and stabilized his figure.

Under a trick, Wang Chen still suffered a big loss.

The body of Vientiane, the second-order imperial warrior, is really strong against the sky!

"Hey...has he resisted?"

"Hey... This Wang Chen is really a murderer, and it really is a man of anti-sky!"

"No, this strength... really strong!"

"Hey, how about? How can he still die this time?"

The crowd around the crowd saw this scene and saw Wang Chen once again resisting a move, and his voice was connected.

There are fears and gloating.

Of course, those who have been gloating in disasters are already under the majesty of Wanjia, like the dogs who lost their families and generally retreat to the people on the edge of the battlefield.

"Well? There is such a character in the northern Xinjiang? The fifth-order Wang Wu, this power... really good! The temper of the beasts? I didn’t expect these indigenous peoples to actually refine their blood, it’s really not Long-eyed! However, after this time, he will be turned into dust, and the smoke will disappear!" Seeing that Wang Chen once again resisted a move, Wanjia’s overbearing middle-aged martial artist’s brow furrows reveal a strange, cold Ramp.

"No, how do I still feel the blood of the blood, very familiar feeling? The blood of the blood? Six bloods? How can it appear in the barbaric land of northern Xinjiang, it seems that I think more "Then, the man seems to feel something, his face with a shocked look, muttering to himself!

However, he quickly revealed a disdainful smile and denied his thoughts.

This is so, watching Wang Chen’s eyes is even more cold.

"Wanlong, killing this person within one stroke, don't waste time!" Thinking of this, the man yelled at Wanlong.

"Death!" When I heard the man's words, Wanlong's eyes flashed a hint of coldness and continued to delay. He had a face and how to improve his status in the family. Therefore, this move must kill Wang Chen.

Under this trick, the ancient giant elephant that emerged at this moment has doubled more than before. Watching Wang Chenwan’s face murder is stunned: "See how you resist, the ant colony. Go to hell!"

"Dead, this next Wang Chen is really going to die!"

"No counter-attack!"

"He has been seriously injured and has no chance or hope of resistance."

"No, no... no one can save him!"

"The people outside the magic gate, it will die, just to save our efforts!"

"Yes, Ziyan Temple and Beiming College have fierce fires. They are really full of nothing to do, help the Stars to do what?"

This time, watching Wang Chen, who is mortal, there are many arguments on the sidelines, everyone’s face is disdainful, cold words, and the inferior roots of human nature are fully revealed.

"Kid..."

External, the exclamation of the elders of the stars, but it is useless, the martial arts are in front of them, like an insurmountable mountain, they are helpless.

The Oriental Niu Hao was entangled by the Zongwu, and the ancestors of Xianyu were also held back!

At this moment, there is really no one in the field who can help Wang Chen.

Lying on the ground, spit out a blood again, Wang Chen slightly moved, and the whole body was like a shift, and it was sprayed with a blood, which was difficult to move.

Looking at the long sword coming from the distance, watching the ancient giant statue that was unstoppable and rushing toward him, Wang Chen’s face showed a hint of sorrow and resentment. This is definitely the most dangerous thing Wang Chen has ever encountered. The crisis, the crisis of inability to resist!

This crisis has only happened once, that is, the city of sin encounters the middle-ranked imperial warrior! Now, I have met again! At that time, it was a shadow, and saved him. Now? Who else can save him now?

No one! Even the Eastern Niu Hao is blocked, who else can save him in the Northern Xinjiang?

"Is it really dying?" Thinking of this, Wang Chen’s sad smile.

After then, his eyes became sharp and shouted loudly: "Wan, if I am Wang Chen, I will not die today, and in the future, I will surely let you return to your home!"

"Hey, kid, dead to the end, still dare to speak out. See me killing you!" When he got up and reached Wang Chen, Wan Long heard Wang Chen's words and sneered again and again.

"Dead!" A roar, the long sword fell with a rushing ancient giant elephant straight into the chest of Wang Chen, Wan Long mouth has revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Wang Chen will die, no one can save!

"Kid..."

Seeing the situation where Wang Chen is dying, the elders and other people in the field are going crazy, and their eyes are showing a desperate look.

They are really desperate. They don’t want to go to Wang Chen in general, or even ignore the attack of the martial arts. They just want to save, Wang Chen, but there is no such opportunity!

噗噗噗...

The dull voice came, and the two elders were shot and flew out in succession, and the blood was floating. The Zongwu people were not able to resist them.

"He, is it dying...!" Within the crowd, Han Yuqi squinted at his mouth, tears in his eyes, and said that he was lost.

The long sword fell, and Wang Chen was infinitely close, and the next second would penetrate Wang Chen’s chest.

No one thinks that Wang Chen has a chance! In the eyes of everyone, Wang Chen is already a corpse.

"Who dares to kill him! Give me a roll!" And in this case, just when everyone has decided that Wang Chen will die.

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