The Secret of the Seal

The first thousand and thirty-six chapters kill!

"Revenge?" Qin Dong looks cold, the palm of the hand draws a semi-circular trajectory, a piece of gold and white color to form the power of chaos, the fan-like surface of the time, whistling out.

More than a dozen black tiger gate masters, more than a dozen or more level three monks, but even Qin Dong's body could not be approached, they were instantly hit by the chaotic force of this gold and silver. The blood is swaying, the sky is over, and a dozen good hands have not left a living mouth.

Wan Li’s shocked Zhang’s mouth was wide, and he wanted to scream loudly. The scorpion seemed to be blocked by something, and the slightest sound could not be heard.

The seven martial arts masters gathered here are all scattered by the ghost-like means of Qin Dong. They are all stunned, and the two are shuddering like electric shocks. It is no exaggeration to say that even standing still It became a difficult thing. [

Those scattered repairs are also shocked, and you look at me one by one. I can't believe what is happening in front of you.

"Qin Daxia, Feng Daxia, he..." Long Quan is no strange at this time, looking at Qin Dong with anxious eyes.

Qin Dong looked around for a week, and the voice was cold and cold. "Reassured! If my older brother has three long and two short, I want all the seven sects to be buried with him!"

"Where is your lord..."

Wan Li is trying to ask Qin Dong's identity, but before he finished speaking, Qin Dong suddenly slaps a slap in the face and overturned Wan Li to the ground. Wan Li even spit out a few mouthfuls of blood with broken teeth, and struggled for a long while before he stood up.

"Take me to see you!"

"Yes...Yes!" Where did Wan Li dare to speak a lot of words, and he nodded his head, and the busy voice should be.

Qin Dong was about to move forward. When he turned back, he went to the disciples of the seven major sects. He still stopped in front of a lot of scattered repairs and did not want to let it go. Qin Dong was even lazy to say that he directly shot a palm, a dozen or so seven martial arts masters, even the chances of reaction were not, they were directly bombarded on the sky, turned into a **** rain.

The rest of the people reacted to this, and even the side of the belt to avoid the road to make a pass for the scattered door.

When Wan Li saw it, his heart was so bitter. The repair of Qin Dong is not only scary, but the key is that the heart is not the general embarrassment. In the dozen or so good hands that have been killed, half of them belong to the Seven Stars. This time, the Seven Stars were lost.

At the same time, at the execution site, Wen Xingfan, Mu Bai, and Yan corrected anxiously waiting for news.

"It's a waste! I have been to so many people, and there is no news yet!" Yan Xiu's patience was the worst, and he couldn't help but scream at the moment.

Mu Bai was comforted by the side. "My brother is relieved! The masters of the seven major sects gather together. Can you still deal with a group of districts?"

"I hope so!" Yan Xiuqiang suppressed the anxiety and anxiety of his heart, and frowned.

At this time, Feng Lang, who was tied to the high platform, was also full of anxiety and worry. The squadrons have encountered the masters of the seven sects. Once the two sides fight, there is no doubt that the loss will be a part of the squad. From time to time, the roar and screams of screams from both sides of the battle came from the ear, which made the heart of Feng Lang even more difficult.

"Where is the surname, how are you going to disperse those?" Feng Lang asked with a sigh.

Wen Xingfan snorted and refused to ask "What do you say?"