Lord Ye Lang, like falling in the ice cellar, he didn't want to understand, why is the indigenous ordinary javelin, which is so terrible in these two indigenous people?

Such a rapid shot, even if he encountered it, I am afraid that he could only resist it, and the Fa avoided it?

And can the defensive spiritual soldiers resist how many javelin guns?

Originally, Lord Ye Lang thought that His Holiness Dragon asked himself to kill the strong men of the two indigenous peoples.

Many, compared with yourself, that's the goodbye.

But now, when you see these two people, Lord Ye Lang discovered that he has always been short -sighted. The monk who just shot just now, may not be under himself ... [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[

what to do?

Dodge?

Well, although this idea is a bit aggrieved, for the monk, keeping life is the most critical. As long as you keep your life, your men die, and you can solicit it again, but once you fall, you will fall.

Do you remember you?

Okay, then save strength!

His Holiness Ye Lang suddenly thought about how to do it. Otherwise, if he was defeated with these two people, his right to speak in the Zongmen was weak.

Things, dragging over ...

His Holiness Yelang, who made up his mind, suddenly watched his nose and nose, sitting quietly and cultivating quietly. If it was not because the aura here was very weird, I don’t know if they would get any disadvantages.

I have to start cultivation ...

The eyes of Wang Dong's perspective saw the situation of His Holiness Ye Lang, and the corner of his mouth suddenly floated a touch of sorrow. This dignified man in the middle of the god really cultivated the dog and actually felt that his strength was not under him.

After that, did you retreat? How can the monks who come out like this, do you go against the sky and cultivate the avenue?

His Holiness the Yelang was quite a turtle, but Wang Dong was not obedient to him. He ignored the other monks who fled around all over. Let Xiao Yin intercepted it alone.

In the small house, the javelin in the hand blooms red light ...

"Dragon blood fighting is the light of fighting qi ..."

I do n’t know which indigenous people. The first one shouted such a sentence. Suddenly, the attention of all indigenous people transferred from the hatred of those monks to Wang Dong’s hand.

superior……

Fighting Qi, this is a fighting spirit. It is the most amazing spirit of the Dragon people. As long as you have the spirit of fighting, your strength can go to the next level.

The two wearing a mask, dragon blood fighting, so, Wang Dong and Xiao Yin's identity came out ...

"Long live the dragon god!"

I do n’t know which indigenous people shouted first. In the whole city, all kinds of long lives are rolling and undulating. The whole city must boil.

Wang Dong's expression on his face was very proud of his heart. Thanks to the ghost boy, he thanked the ghost boy. He was indeed a good thing. It was indeed a good thing.

Mowing

This so -called dragon blood fighting is naturally from Wang Dong Opy. He also knows it when he knows it. It was learned when he encountered a war -level king -level indigenous person.

The combat power is enhanced, but the monk who still kills the magic period has been more than the law.

However, in Wang Dong’s hand, this dragon blood fighting is becoming more and more translucent. This is a kind of red that almost seeps.

It can bring people with great deterrent power.

In the hut His Holiness, the mouse was suddenly like a mouse stared at by the poisonous snake. The whole person was creepy. He could already be determined that the killing god outside had condensed his eyes on himself, but why?

The breath has been converged. Even if the monks in the later period of God have come, Fa must not be aware of themselves!

As a former killer hidden in the dark, Lord Ye Lang has this confidence! [

However, the fact was given a slap to him fiercely. His Holiness Ye Lang was puzzled. He could only doubt it. Perhaps, the exotic people have unique methods of investigating their opponents. For example, through the smell?

His Holiness Ye Lang found by Wang Dong was beyond escaping. He stood up, and there was a fire burning war in his eyes. It seems inevitable today.

Then, the monk's mouth was loosened, wouldn't he have a face?

Want to fight!

His Holiness Ye Lang, who was holding this idea, became taller and taller, and he shook his shape.

The sword shakes like a poisonous snake, turning into black light and disappearing in the air.

This is a bit interesting!

Wang Dong secretly said, the javelin full of red light suddenly shot, and he ignored the disappeared short sword at all, but took the heart of the Lord of the Night Lang!

The corner of the Yelan His Holiness jumped. This indigenous person is indeed indigenous. He does not flash. In the first trick, he made such a two defeat.

Well!

When the benchmark was sent first, it actually stabbed the body of the night, and then the fighting suddenly burst out. In this way, even if the lover was 100 meters tall at this time, I am afraid that the heart was stabbed, and I had to be severely damaged.

"

However, Wang Dong felt that this labeling gun did not hit the flesh. I wanted to come to this night of the 100 -meter -high physical body, but it was just an eye -catching method.

Disappearing ...

brush!

At the same time as the javelin shot in the middle of the night, a breath of death was stabbed from the void. The timing of this sword grasped well, and the angle was extremely tricky.

The void stabs, most of them are still in the void.

This is also the masterpiece of His Holiness Ye Lang. After a hundred years of silence, he finally bloomed again on Wang Dong's body ...

His Holiness Yelan hidden in the dark laughed. It seems that the more you have cultivated, the more timid. This indigenous person is indigenous.

Mowing

Under a sword stabbing, the face of the Ye Lang's face suddenly changed suddenly. The power of this sword knows that even the ordinary spirit soldiers will be worn under this sword, but he only feels that his wrist is shocked, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is it, but it is, but it is, but it is, but it is, but it is it.

The stabbing hard matter must not enter ...

How is it possible?

Even the spiritual soldiers of Zhongpin are like a thin paper for their own night swords. Most of them rely on this night sword, but today, I met the star ...

If a hit is not done, this reason is naturally known to the bone marrow, but he just wanted to leave, but he uploaded a huge force from the night sword. The mask did not cover the eyes of the surging killing intention.

Then, then

"Give me!"

With a loud drink, the Lang Lang was like a big fish that night, and was dragged out of the void through the intermediary of the night lame sword, and then fell to the ground fiercely ...

His Holiness Ye Lang was too late to react. The next moment, the more humiliated scene happened. I saw this indigenous person, and actually took off his shoes directly, patted his head on his face, and patted his head ...

Two times, three times ... [
Chapter completed!