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Xiangzhuang's eyes narrowed, and he looked coldly towards the front.

But he saw a man with a thin figure and an indifferent gaze as he approached.

Towards that battle, the sharp sword, so murderous, made people shudder.

It is Lin Jian from the Haiyue Empire! Seeing Lin Jian playing, Xiangzhuang suddenly shrank his pupils, revealing a dignified look.

He has a hunch that this person will surely be a rival.

"Who will come!"

"Commonly known to die!"

The long sword in Xiangzhuang's hand swung, and suddenly the sword surrounded him, cutting the air.

A sharp breath, like substance, rushed straight into Lin Jian's face.

However, Lin Jian didn't even move, and the sword gas was still a foot away from Lin Jian, so it burst into pieces.

Uh! Putting the sword in his hand, Lin Jian's eyes were cold, and he pointed at Xiangzhuang, indifferently.

"Lin Jian!"

"I'll take you first!"

After talking, Lin Jian's whole person suddenly became blurred.

Subsequently, a fierce sword spirit, with a monstrous murderous opportunity, appeared between heaven and earth.

suck! The void was broken, Lin Jian turned into a black shadow, and blazed out, killing like a wave, sweeping Xiangzhuang.

Xiang Zhuang raised his eyebrows and picked up the sword flower. The whole person was shrouded in sword light, and the light was gorgeous.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, Xiang Zhuang's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a fierce sword spirit, flying all over the sky.

Ding Ding Ding Ding! A sharp collision sounded, and everyone saw Jianguang sharp and his figure flashing.

Lin Jian and Xiangzhuang, like two peerless weapons, collided fiercely in the void.

Suddenly, the gusty wind, the sword shadow sky, the void was cut into countless cracks, the storm call sign, like a weeping cry.

All the people on both sides held their breaths and looked at both sides in shock with a shocked expression, terrified! The fight between Lin Jian and Xiang Zhuang is very different from the regular fight.

Conventional fighting methods, whether it is Taoism or magic, still have traces to follow.

However, the two men fought as if they were two spiritual swords colliding with each other.

Not only in the end, I am afraid that no one can see who has the upper hand.

Seeing Lin Jian and Xiangzhuang fighting for a long time, Jin Yaojun couldn't help being anxious.

Sitting down, the black horse cried, and Jin Yaojun carried the king gun, and rushed to the front.

"Oh, who will fight me!"

Jin Yaojun's coming out shocked Zhong Limei, who was fighting Huang Tianhua.

"King, don't go back quickly!"

However, Jin Yaojun was belligerent, would he listen to Zhong Limei's words?

Haha laughed loudly, with a fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes, said loudly.

"No problem!"

"Well, who will fight me!"

"I will meet you here!"

At this moment, the side of the army was convened, and some people broke off.

Afterwards, a figure flashed like lightning and rushed to Jin Yaojun.

Jin Yaojun looked down, but he saw a step forward, a bright bald head, extremely eye-catching.

"Who are you, the unnamed generation will not die under this king's gun!"

"Huh, I am the head of the Eight Saints of Haiyue, and my bald head is strong!"

"Nonsense!"

The bald-headed voice just fell, and an angry voice of abusiveness sounded.

Then, a little old man ran over.

"What are you talking about!"

"The head of the Eight Saints of Haiyue, obviously it is me!"

Du Chun jumped his feet and shouted with a frown.

The bald head glared and was unhappy.

"Hey, old man Du, brother and I are fighting, can you stop chaos and go cool!"

Du Chun put his hands on his back suddenly, pretending to look majestic, and said with a chin in his chin.

"Indiscriminate, how do you talk to the master!"

"Old man Du, you dare to argue with me, is it right?

"hit me?

Do you have that ability, come on, I am afraid you will not succeed! "

"Oh, I can't cure you!

"The two men roll their arms and pull their sleeves, so they have to start.

He embarrassed everyone else at Haiyue Basheng, covering their faces one after another, and quickly clearing the relationship with the two.

"Who are these two?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

"Well, it's not the Eight Saints of Haiyue anyway."

Lin Hai also had a black line in his face, Nima, who was fighting for his brother before the battle, was too shameful! Jin Yaojun was dumbfounded when he looked at the bald head and Du Chun's blushing and thick neck dispute.

Nima, are you here to fight?

"Hey, after the quarrel is over, come over and die to death!"

Jin Yaojun shouted towards the two.

Bald Strong and Du Chun suddenly turned their heads and shouted towards Jin Yaojun.

"To shut up!"

Jin Yaojun yelled arrogantly, "Two teasers, this king killed you!"

suck! The words fell to the ground, Jin Yaojun swayed the tyrant gun in his hand, and stabbed towards the bald head.

I wipe! The bald head was surprised, only felt a ray of light, flashing in front of his eyes.

Then, the gunman actually reached his chest, really fast and ruthless! "Master!"

The bald head and strong heart shock immediately knew that this Jin Yaojun was so powerful that he should not be underestimated.

Seeing a shot stabbing, the bald-headed body jumped sharply, avoiding the shot.

Subsequently, Qisha Qixing's legs kicked towards Jin Yaojun's head.

After a short time, the sky is full of legs, with a **** gas, and there is the potential of the Big Dipper seven stars, which will instantly increase the power of this leg to the extreme.

"kill!"

Jin Yaojun saw that the bald head kicked in one leg, without panic and hesitation, and the tyrant gun in his hand swept violently.

boom! The bald head kicked the gun directly.

Humph! The bald head groaned loudly, only to feel that a great force struck him, so that he stumbled to the ground, so that it did not fall down.

"Amazing!"

The bald head was powerful and shocked, but before he had time to stand firm, the overlord gun roared and instantly reached the bald strong choking voice.

The bald-headed pupil suddenly shrank, and it was no hurry to hide again.

"Hurt my brother!"

At this moment, a roar sounded, and then the golden needles flew all over the sky and shot toward Jin Yaojun's whole body, blasting.

Jin Yaojun's pupil shrank, and he leaned back, avoiding the attack of the gold needle.

However, a strong piercing shot of the bald head also fell through, and instead swept across, taking Du Chun straight! "Ouch!"

Du Chun rescued Baldhead and didn't want Jin Yaojun to be so good. While defending, he could still launch a deadly attack on him.

If you want to hide again, it's too late! "Don't hurt my second brother!"

At this moment, the bald head swept across with a strong foot, slammed, and kicked on the barrel of the gun.

Jin Yaojun shook his head, but his strong bald head staggered a dozen steps before he stood firm.

Fortunately, Du Chun took the opportunity to retreat to a distance, out of danger.

Baldhead and Du Chun stood side by side, looking at Jin Yaojun, all looking dignified.

The two men no longer had the laughter and scolding they had before.

As soon as the expert shoots, he will know whether there is! They did not expect that Jin Yaojun was so powerful.

The brothers and sisters joined forces, and they were completely suppressed, without any trace of fighting back.

It seems that this battle has almost no chance! Soon, the two glanced at each other, their eyes showing decisiveness.

They are apprentices of Emperor Lin Hai, and they must not be embarrassed for Master.

Even if it is dead, let Jin Yaojun lose his skin.

Thinking of this, bald headed towards Du Chun, grinning.

"Old Du, let's compare the two for so much money."

"Who died first, who is the uncle, how?"

Du Chun froze, then laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, okay, I am older than you, and I must die before you, my brother, I am set!"

The bald head is a sharp lip, disdainful.

"With me, you want to die, it's not that easy!"

Du Chun stared at him provocatively.

"As long as I have a breath, you don't want to die!"

The two people seemed to be arguing, but the other six people in Haiyue Eight Saints were stunned and their eyes were instantly wet.

Others do not understand, but they are too clear.

Although Baldhead and Du Chun pinched each other when they met, the feelings of the two were very deep.

Those words just now know that Zhan Jin Yaojun has no chance of winning, and he will definitely die.

But both of them showed their attitude resolutely.

As long as you are alive, you will never let another person die! They are using this special way to express their brotherhood for many years.

"Two brothers!"

Suddenly, Li Lingtao smiled heartily, with a cynical look, lazily.

"Which of you is a great brother, I am afraid there will be no results today!"

"Because, brothers and sisters, you will not let anyone die!"

Uh! As soon as Li Lingtao finished his speech, the rest of the Haiyue Eight Saints flickered, and they instantly reached the side of Jun Qiang and Du Chun, in unison.

"The Eight Saints of Haiyue, the same life and death, advance and retreat together!"

Guan Qiang and Du Chun froze, then laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, well, all are good brothers!

"" That's the case, today, I am the Eight Saints of Haiyue, the brothers are united, and meet Jin Yaojun! "

Uh! As soon as the key words came to an end, the eight saints of Haiyue suddenly took their positions and surrounded Jin Yaojun in the center.