King of Eschatology

Now it's just a game. If anyone dares to kill, Lu Fan will definitely kill the killer with a slap.

Of course, there is Lu Fan sitting here, it is impossible to kill.

Lu Fan is a middle-ranked second-order powerhouse. He has already surpassed everyone and wanted to kill people under his eyelids.

The reason why Lu Fan asked to fight in groups is to ensure the lives of soldiers.

The sword has no eyes. In case anyone misses, Lu Fan can rescue in the first time.

If everyone fights at the same time, Lu Fan, even a middle-level second-tier powerhouse, will have no time to take care of everyone. If he is really in danger, Lu Fan will definitely have no time to rescue.

Above the ring, Zhang Xianling saw that Huang Yongsheng had lost his mind, and immediately rejoiced in his heart, so he shot without hesitation.

Zhang Xianling's white fingers were on her eyebrows, and the horrifying strengthening power burst out suddenly. With her body as the center, a blizzard suddenly blew around, and countless ice swelled in the sky.

"Icebound!"

Zhang Xianling sang, and the other palm slammed the ground. Suddenly, the fierce killing gas burst out suddenly, and numerous ice spikes rushed out, instantly encircling Huang Yongsheng.

"Ok?"

Huang Yongsheng was suddenly shocked. Grandma's special, she had a special effort of God, the other party had already shot.

"Don't you all bow to each other before you go? How about this little girl film, you don't understand any politeness!"

Huang Yongsheng snorted, and the body's strengthening began instantly, and a golden flame burst out into a flame mask, wrapping him up.

At this moment, Huang Yongsheng's hair stood upright, and the golden flame rendered his hair golden, and the powerful energy continued to erupt, making his breath constantly rise.

"boom!"

Huang Yongsheng's legs swept away, and a circle of golden flames exploded instantly, kicking the ice rushing from the ground into pieces.

Zhang Xianling took the lead. At this time, he continued to shoot. Countless ice cones, ice hockeys, and ice thorns appeared constantly. Each hit had the power of hitting the eighth-tier strong.

However, Huang Yongsheng's strength was even more sturdy. A pair of iron fists kept waving, and numerous golden punches exploded. They collided with Zhang Xianling's ice hockey and burst apart.

"Icy Roar!"

Seeing Huang Yongsheng getting closer and closer to himself, Zhang Xianling was so anxious that he finally used the recently learned killing tricks and frantic roar.

Suddenly, the clouds rolled in the sky, as if it were a huge mushroom, smashing from the sky.

The power of terror erupted instantly, and the whole sky was turbulent, as if unable to bear the pressure of this cloud and mist, and wanted to collapse.

At this moment, Huang Yongsheng suddenly looked up, showing infinite dignity in his eyes.

"Humph!"

Huang Yongsheng snorted. His feet slammed on the ground, his body shaped like a golden arrow burst out, attacked through layers of ice, and the target pointed at Zhang Xianling.

"boom!"

A violent impact sounded, and the air exploded. Zhang Xianling's thin figure, like a kite with a broken line, fell directly below the platform.

Huang Yongsheng did not launch an attack, and based on his own momentum, he flew Zhang Xianling out.

Although Zhang Xianling is also an eighth-order intensifier, her physical strength is weak. After being physically close by Huang Yongsheng, her ending is doomed.

At the same time, a violent explosion came, and a huge cloud of mushrooms fell from the sky to the ground. The whole smashing platform was shocked and shocking.

In the center of Yantai, an iceberg appeared suddenly. When Huang Yongsheng saw this scene, he could not help but change his face, and his heart was shocked.

"Fortunately, I avoided it. If I were hit, I would be frozen into an ice sculpture!"

Below the platform, Ye still lightly touched his toes, his body flew up, and Zhang Zhangling, who had fallen off the platform, picked it down.

"Sorry, I lost."

Zhang Xianling's voice choked and her tears rolled down like a cannonball.

"It's okay. You've done your best. No one will blame you."

Ye still comforted, and took her back to the army of Lu Jiajun.

Hearing Ye's consolation, Zhang Xianling became even more guilty. The opponent did not even use a weapon. He still lost. Is he useless?

So Zhang Xianling burst into tears.

In the distance, everyone saw the pitiful Zhang Xianling, all muttered in a low voice: "Huang Yongsheng is really a beast, and he is so heavy on his sister."

"Yeah, if I am Huang Yongsheng, I will definitely be merciless when I see Xi Lingling being so pitiful. If you look at him, there is no awareness of a man."

At this time, many female fighters in the Lu Family Army also began to blame Zhang Xianling, giving Huang Yongsheng a bad review.

"What does he know, a stinky man with no sense of style, what else can you expect from him?"

"That is, brother Ling Ce is better. Brother Ling Ce not only looks handsome, but also understands romance. If I was Captain Ye, he would have promised him."

"Shhhh, hurry up and be heard by Captain Ye, you're miserable."

"..."

On the ring, Huang Yongsheng, who managed to win, did not have time to be happy, and heard the whispering whisper below.

He is an eighth-order powerhouse. He has a keen sense of hearing. Although the people below deliberately lowered his voice, he was still heard by him.

"Nima!"

Huang Yong jumped with enthusiasm. Isn't that the winner should get flowers and applause? How does it feel that something is wrong?

Also, you just say that Lao Tzu doesn't understand the customs, and even say that Ling Ce is handsome and blinded your dog's eyes.

Huang Yongsheng hurriedly walked to the side of the platform, and he pulled out the golden sword.

"Specially, I would have known that Lao Tzu would split the sword and end the fight, and for a long time, he became a negative character!"

Huang Yongsheng murmured, and returned to the God of Squad camp.

Ling Ze patted Huang Yongsheng's shoulder heavily, and said, "It's beautiful, and it's a good start for the God-Slayer team."

"Roll down, don't let Lao Tzu get your handsome!"

Huang Yongsheng said angrily.

Ling Ce laughed, holding Huang Yongsheng in a hug, and said proudly, "Come, let the handsomeness of my son pass on to you, and guarantee that you will be loved."

"Fuck, get out of here, I don't like men!"

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At this moment, Chen Dapeng, a reader of UU, read www.uukanshu.com, stood on the platform and announced to the crowd loudly: "The first game, the victory of the God of War!

"In the second round, the Tianmang team Chuxiong played against the Demon Hunting Team."

The words did not fall, Chu Xiong and Mo Ran were on the high platform at the same time, a battle of dragons and tigers was about to be staged.

At the same time, on the distant African continent, an old man with deep eye sockets was sitting on the throne symbolizing the tribal chief's identity, and frowned.

He wears a feather crown and holds a cannibal stick that has been passed down from generation to generation.

"You mean, the Pharaoh Corpses in the north began to attack human survivor bases, trying to **** food from us?"

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