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Chapter 1312, Sao Year, your head 峥嵘
A group of Nether Martial Artists in the rear reveals a different color, and feels that this Zhan Tian Mainland's 贱- slave is a bit interesting, but it is only a strange color.
"The letter is a bit of a big idea. Now that you have shown a battle strength, you can definitely break this 贱- slave."
The Nether Martial Artists shook their heads and felt that the letter was previously underestimated.
Now show a battle strength, the opposite 贱- slave is definitely not an opponent. How can a sin-slave of a mighty 1st-Layer Heaven be a rival to the letter.
You must know that the letter has reached the 5th-Layer Heaven, and the strength of the battle is extraordinary.
In the eyes of the Nether Martial Artist, the descendants of the losers of that year were simply unable to withstand a blow. Otherwise, the world of warlike worlds would not be extremely prosperous and almost extinct.
Even if there are still some melons and leaves, it is not enough.
"The group of losers was almost killed in the past, and the elite of the descendants of the losers were almost killed. Then a big world of jealousy, known as the center of the world, was destroyed by our ancestors, and it is impossible for the rest of these losers to turn over. ”
There is a ghost of Martial Artist mentioning the old things of the year, and I don’t see a glance at Jiang Yun.
A low-lying race is not worth a look.
“This Young Master is a strong player, letting you know what the gap is. My ancestors can destroy your ancestors, and this Young Master can easily kill you – "You are cold and indifferent."
"Hong!"
The palm of the hand took Death evil, condensed black and gray brilliance, and slaped it toward Jiang Yun’s chest.
A group of Nether Martial Artists all have a scornful color, and it seems that Jiang Yun has been beaten torn.
They showed a mocking color and looked down at Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun heard the old things of the Nether Martial Artist mentioning the battlefield era, and his heart was very uncomfortable. So many ancient ancestors were slaughtered, and this hatred must be reported.
The blood left by the ancient ancestors needs to be returned with the blood of the Nether Martial Artist.
With blood and blood, you can do it!
Jiang Yun sneered and glanced at the soft letter, faintly said: "Blow your mother's atmosphere, but also the strength, 10% strength is just that-"
"The descendants of the loser, you are looking for death–" The letter is cold and indifferent, and the slap is almost on the chest of Jiang Yun.
A group of Nether Martial Artists laughed and felt that the descendants of this loser would only pretend.
Embroidered pillows!
Boom–
Jiang Yun shot, the fistprint was shrouded by the golden flame, whistling out, like the hidden dragon leaps out of the deep pool, facing the letter is a punch.
Puff
The punches and the palm prints slammed together, and the letter was immediately blasted out.
swipe
Jiang Yun moved quickly, came to the front of the letter, facing the head of the letter is a slap in the face.
Boom–
"Ah–that slave–" Yuxin screamed, flew out and reached for his forehead.
He felt like he was kicked by a donkey, and a big bag swollen on his forehead, like a single-horn, very scary.
Jiang Yun put away his hoe and held his hand, pointing to the letter: "ha ha – juvenile, I have already said that your head is awkward, and in the future it must be the master of the Nether."
"Wo Wo – really, this cargo has a single-horn -" The End of the World lion fangs, and the claws pointed at the big bag on the forehead of the letter.
Allure has a double-faced smile, said: "The old legend, the first corner, must be genius. I have only heard Legend, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, but now I’ve seen it, let’s not say that this horned genius is different – hehe—”
The Tianya Magic Lion stepped back in a subconscious way. When Ms. Allure smiled, it was more dangerous than the face.
This childhood is very belligerent, he is often jealous with Nine Heavens Immortal Phoenix.
Although the unparalleled beauty of the city is very beautiful, but no one dares to provoke her, Family's old people are joking, I feel that the city can't marry, because it is too violent, no man can stand it.
"You – you 贱 – slave – looking for death -" screaming.
The whole face was red, and today it was too shameful. Not only was the descendant of this loser in public, but he slapped a few slaps and was stumped.
A large bag was swollen on the forehead, and the rune flashed, which was difficult to recover in a short time.
Go to the head of your uncle!
I am fascinated by the moment, I want to marry my mother, the damn head screaming, obviously was a big bag by a girl, but was satirized by the descendants of the loser.
Just now the goods were still there, and he said that he was in the head.
In a blink of an eye, I was really told by the goods. I stumbled over him and shot a big bag on his forehead like a single-horn.
This is not the head horn, there is a big bag on the head.
"ha ha – the letter, you really have a head slap -"
"You can't do it, you can't do it, give us a long, sullen face. I haven't been able to win a descendant of four Minor Realm's losers."
"Is it really bad, usually the strength is used on women?"
A group of Nethered Martial Artists ridiculed and blamed them for their humiliation.
Among them, Yuxin is the least powerful, but also cultivation to the 5th-Layer Heaven. According to their concept, even if the descendants of the 5th-Layer Heaven are not the opponents of the letter, they will be easily Repression.
It seems different now.
This descendant of the loser does not seem to be simple, but what about it? Their ancestors were killed and the loser will still be broken.
"Sui slave, this Young Master will display 50% of the strength of the battle, and die -" The screaming roar, the imposing manner skyrocketed, raising his hand and slaping toward Jiang Yunfan.
His face is still hot, and at this moment, a slap in the face is like trying to cure his own person with his own way.
He wants to let this loser pay back a hundred times, and he is not as good as death.
Jiang Yun looks cold and indifferent, "Idiot -"
"What? You are alive and tired of his mother–"The letter is roaring, as the Martial Artist, he has a sense of superiority.
I feel that the creatures of the World of War are mole crickets and ants, and it is up to him to trample.
Now the mole crickets and ants in his eyes dared to marry him. It was Sun coming out from the west, and this is a slave.
Pa
Another slap in the face, people were dumbfounded, and the letter was once again flying out.
"Ah – impossible -"
Yuxin screams and reaches for his face. He wides his eyes and uses 50% of his strength. The descendants of this loser can still make a first come.
Jiang Yun’s look is calm, there is no trace of happiness at all, as if doing a very ordinary thing, faintly said: “The frog at the bottom of the well—”
"Oh, next door – I want to kill you -" Yu Xin roared.
This time he used ten percent strength, surrounded by Death evil. He was like a god of death, stepping forward, holding a skull of death and cutting it toward Jiang Yun’s head.
Rubbing –
Void was smashed by the death sickle, and the death sickle exudes frightening.
The superstition is like the demon that comes back from hell. It emits a sultry aura, and the corner of his mouth reveals a disdainful color. He is killed by Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun looked calm and stood there quietly.
"The loser was scared -"
"The letter of faith shows ten percent strength, I am very difficult to defeat him, not to mention the descendants of the loser."
"The descendants of the losers must die, let alone Realm is lower than the quiet letter, even if the rank ranks a battle, the letter can easily hack him."
A group of Nether Martial Artists judged and announced the end of Jiang Yun.
choke–
"Hua~"
Puff
At this time, when the death sickle was about to be cut to Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun finally had an action.
Pull the sword, swing the sword, pierce!
The simple and direct action is completed in a coherent manner. Just by taking a moment, the letter is full of confidence, winning the prize and being picked up by a sword.
(End of this chapter)
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