Thunder Martial

The blood of the Taiwanese and Taiwanese, the bright red thorns, just before the words of Wuyuan, blood stained the stage,

But unfortunately, this is not the blood of the purple, but the enchanting Wuyuan.

On the stone platform, everyone was stunned. I didn’t expect the purple scorpion to block the world of the tyrants, and it was unscathed.

"Kill." Wu Yuanyu, angry and dancing, regardless of the injury, rushed to the purple scorpion,

This is an endless battle. Only one side can be completely defeated.

"Peng."

In the purple scorpion, the cold light is more prosperous, and the large pieces of golden light are swayed. This time, after the two sides fought seven or eight strokes, Wuyuan was once again beaten, like a broken rag, flying a few meters away.

The energy collision on the high platform continued to ring, and the battle was almost one-sided. Wuyuan had been hit for the third time, and he coughed blood.

"I don't believe you can't beat you." Wuyuan's clothes were broken, the whole body was bloody, his eyes were red, his hair was scattered, and his madness was extremely extreme. Today's World War I lost his face. Only the blood of the purple blood can wash away all humiliation.

"Broken."

Wuyuan drank, his voice was cold, like a ghost, his endless chill, his breath changed again, full of aggressiveness, devastating, very terrible,

"I want you to die."

Wuyuan is completely crazy. In order to wash away the humiliation of today, he used the unfamiliar combat skills. This is the ultimate ambiguity of destroying the combat skills. The power is not weaker than the tyrants, but it will bring a lot of self before it is completely mastered. Big damage,

How powerful is the power, how bad is the counterattack,

I have been repeatedly humiliated today, and my life is at stake. Even if I lie in bed for half a year in the future, he also recognizes that it is necessary to kill the sable.

"This is the ultimate mystery of the destruction of warfare skills. Wuyuan is to burn all the jade."

"Oh my God, when it is broken, the enemy will not die and die. This is to die and die."

All the monks who know the origins of this move are mad, and they know that the final outcome will be revealed in the next moment.

"Great yang."

The purple cicada feels dangerous, and it is a big drink. The fingerprints appear again. It was extremely yin before. At this moment, it is extremely yang, showing the strongest power, and at the same time ensuring the balance of yin and yang.

"Hey."

A tremble, a large piece of golden light, with a burning scent, turned into a golden lightning, rushed to Wuyuan,

"Broken."

Wu Yuan shouted, the spirit of the fusion, the last blow, after a blow, if the purple is not dead, then he is dead, if the purple death, then he must be weak for a long time, and suffer from unimaginable counterattack ,

The darkness of the light collided with the golden light, like the collision of two poles of energy, bringing destruction,

The world is destroying, the world is destroying, everything is destroying,

The ring is shaking, and the cracks are spreading a few meters. It is like a big crack. Even the Yuan dynasty is bleak and loses energy.

"Booming."

The energy collided, and after a long time, there was a thunderous sound, which was transmitted to the surroundings, and there was a terrible energy that raged around the battle platform.

"Peng."

The energy was raging, a crack appeared on a ten-meter-high battle platform, followed by a blast, stone fragments flying, and smoke and dust covering the sky.

"boom."

Then the second platform was broken, the fragments fluttered, and the energy was instantly dispersed.

After that, the battlefields were smashed and turned into pieces to dissipate. Only the middle, the 20-meter battle platform, blessed the Yuan dynasty, still in the energy raging, insisted on not falling, but also faltering, may burst at any time broken,

Around Shitai, I don’t know how many monks were thrown by energy, and many people fell to the ground.

The confrontation of this blow is really terrible, it is a blow to win and lose.

Everyone was very embarrassed, some were unkempt, their clothes were broken, some were swept away by energy, they accidentally smashed their heads, and blood came out, but they didn’t notice, they all widened their eyes. Looking to the ring,

They want to see the final winner,

The smoke and dust are exhausted, and everyone’s eyes are looking at the ring. They are waiting for the final winner.

Wang Xianer is very anxious, a look of worry,

It’s just the first battle, and I’ve run into such a strong opponent. Zi Yan’s life and death are unknown.

On one side of the crowd, Li Hao and Cang River, looking at the battle platform, are also dignified.

Just in an urgent wait, there was finally a figure on the battle platform. He was stupid and standing still. He just got up and almost fell down.

"Haha." A loud laugh, loud and comfortable,

"It is Wuyuan."

After seeing the standing figure, everyone exclaimed.

It is Wuyuan, it turns out to be Wuyuan.

Wang Xianer’s face changed instantly, his eyes were unbelievable, and there was a wonderful sky. At the moment, it felt incredible. How could it not be purple?

I want to know the performance before Zi Yan, it has always been very strong, blocking the world of Wu Ba, even the injury is not,

The purple dragonfly did not appear, but Wuyuan stood up.

How can this be,

Everyone is showing an incredible expression, feeling that everything is so incredible,

"It’s terrible to break the battle."

"That is the ultimate combat skill. Wuyuan is four grades higher than the purple dragonfly. It is normal for the purple dragonfly to lose."

There was a sigh in the crowd, and a enchanting man fell down like this.

"Ha." Wu Yuan laughed loudly, it was very mad, but the laughter was abruptly stopped in the next moment, like being caught by a human life, the hard-skinned stuck behind the laughter.

Above the battle platform, there are many cracks. Many cracks are one or two meters wide and several meters long. At this moment, Wu Yuan’s eyes widened and he looked incredulously in front of him. The wolf figure crawling out of the crack,

It’s purple, his clothes have cracks at the moment, his hair has become unkempt, his face is somewhat white, and the previous blow has caused him to suffer.

"I haven't died yet." Seeing the purple scorpion in front of him, Wu Yuan saw the ghosts, and the voices began to tremble. I don't know if it was scared, or it was caused by a serious injury.

"Not dead, the purple scorpion did not die."

"It’s terrible, such a blow, it’s not dead.”

"It is a enchanting singer, with unparalleled combat power, and Wuyuan’s means of damaging the enemy by one hundred thousand is not killing the sable."

When I saw the purple cicada appearing, the crowd exclaimed. This time, many scattered exercises were issued, and then everyone began to cheer.

The sable is not dead, and the gas is still quite full. He represents the repair and wins a enchanting.

His nephew is still cold, looking at Wuyuan, like watching a dead person, "I said, you are just a cannon fodder, they let you first appear, that is, let you die, and now send you on the road."

The words are calm, but there is endless chill, and the purple eyes flash in the eyes, striding forward.

"No, I don't believe it." Wuyuan growled, his face was terrible, he danced wildly, mobilized all the real elements in the body, ready to fight again.

"Hey."

The purple scorpion is full of gas, and the speed is very fast. It is like a golden lightning. It instantly reaches the front of Wuyuan. The **** are combined with the sword. As the light flashes between the fingers, a golden sword is drawn from the neck of Wuyuan.

"puff."

Jinguang passed, a human head flew up and landed on the side of the battle platform. The bones rolled a few laps, and then they stood there, like being hung up, the eyes rolling round, with stunned ,

Wuyuan has not fallen down, and there is no head on the body. The blood is mad, and it is two meters high. It is like a **** rain, and it falls on the platform.

喋 喋 喋 喋 喋 喋 喋 喋 喋 喋 喋

Around, the birds were silent, the heavens and the earth fell into silence, and the squares that accommodated thousands of people were quiet, and even the breath could not be heard.

died,

A enchanting man is so dead,

And he was blinded and his blood was on the ring. It was his former shouting.

At this moment, no one is talking, even those enchanting, at this moment is no longer calm, the difference between the four heavens of Wuyuan, the battle of Ziyan, when it is unparalleled,

If the two sides are at the same level, they suspect that Wuyuan will not be slaughtered by a single trick.

"cough."

Suddenly, a light cough broke the silence of the square. The cicada light coughed and coughed out a blood. It was only the headless body that spurted blood with Wuyuan. The blood of the purple cicada is really nothing.

At this moment, everyone reacted one by one, the silent square, and the roar of the moment, causing a scream.

The waves are like waves, and they are constantly passing.

"Wuyuan is dead, and Zihuang has a enchanting."

"The real yuan is two heavens, and even the enchanting of six heavens, the unparalleled combat power, this is the real unparalleled combat power."

Everyone was very excited, and they were exclaimed again and again. Some of them were roaring in the sky, as if they were killing Wuyuan.

"Great, great." Wang Xianer jumped up happily, and Ziyan was still alive, and married Wuyuan.

"Don't be too happy, but there are still two." Wang Shi's timely pouring of cold water, which attracted Wang Xianer's dissatisfaction,

"Awful, it’s terrible."

The other enchanting on the stone platform, the eyes are constantly flashing, I do not know what to think about,

"Damn, he actually killed Wuyuan."

Li Hao and the fierce, both were furious, almost slammed the stone platform underneath.

The people of the big forces, the face is very ugly, but on the high platform, Wu Zong's strong, his face is also not good-looking, he was not vocal, confident, full of words, Wu Yan, a dozen strokes can smash the purple,

But the two sides have made hundreds of moves, but they won't win or lose.

Also, Wuyuan uses the tyrants of the world ~www.ltnovel.com~ can kill the sable, everything must end,

However, as a result, Wu Yuan used a trick of annihilation. This kind of warfare technique, which suffered great reversal, did not smash the purple scorpion, but was also slaughtered by others.

Blood and blood,

"Oh, the little guy is good, it is worthy of being called the unparalleled combat power, among the same level, who can match." Yongjia Liu Jiazhi smiled, looking at the purple eyes full of appreciation,

"It is somewhat unexpected." Wang Zhenwei is also a chuckle.

"Well, there is great potential." The only woman in the field, the strongman of the Guangyue Pavilion, is also a rare compliment.

Compared with the praised purple scorpion, the dead Wuyuan became a dead person. If he died, he would have been insulted by several people who had been optimistic about him.

I was optimistic about several emptiness of Wuyuan. I didn’t say a word, and my face was ugly.

Wu Zongqiang was in a hurry, suddenly stood up, and the cold eyes fell on the purple scorpion.