"What kind of monks are fighting in this land?" Italy snorted, suspended in the half-body, and the three-color light faded, and the fairy light lingered in the damaged part of the body to blink, and all kinds of wounds were healed for the most part.
Forgetting words is also a left-handed pinch tactic. A gorgeous white light enveloped him. Suddenly, he felt relieved that many meridians were in pain, and qi and blood had been crushed.
It can be seen that the two people’s exercise and healing passed away in an instant, and the eyes of the water messenger were instantly cold several times. It used to be cold and beautiful, and the face was also ferocious. The sharp scream said, "The remnants of the fairy family!"
The mysterious strategist had launched a mysterious blow to pull Lu Li into the whirlpool. At this time, there was a fierce look in his eyes and he shouted coldly, "The remnants of the fairy family should be punished!"
Although the two war slaves had been badly damaged in the struggle between the land and the land, Ling Xuwei still gave off a rush about.
Chapter one hundred and forty-seven Weird chariots
Yi Tian’s expression froze and said, "Shit!"
Forgetting words, looking embarrassed and amazed, "Not good!"
At this time, Lu Yao has already rushed into the fire of Dingtiancheng on the ground. Seeing this scene is also a charming drink "Be careful!" But I don’t know if they can hear you.
Mystery is the commander behind the house, and the thunder messenger is left. After that, the Yuan God was seriously injured, and the vitality of the body was unstable. He quickly retired with the mysterious strategist, and the Yuan God returned to the body to separate the true yuan to suppress the injury and activate the meridians.
There are about a dozen residual monks near the slaves in the two World Wars, and they also rushed to Italy and forgot their words with the messengers of the dead water.
After observing on the ground that the slaves of the three wars were killed by the land, the smell of the slaves of the remaining two wars was already weak to the extreme. They thought that there should be no problem in dealing with these masters, but in the actual World War I, they found that the war slaves were weak and the fire broke out again, and Guanghua was like a real reversal, desperately trying to cull two people.
Five or six monks from different places formed a sword array together to help the three masters besiege Yitian, and suddenly it was very lively!
Half-opened a door, and many monks were seriously injured here, and they receded like the tide without any nostalgia.
Others are covered in bloody wounds, looking at the ground and counting their mutilated bodies. Tears in their eyes flow down their faces and have turned into blood samples before they reach Pakistan.
They retreated in such a mess that even the mysterious strategist’s face was ugly to the extreme. After he appeared, he was still separated and caused such a big killing, which made him almost unacceptable.
Slightly flip the palm of this mysterious strategist is an ancient chariot.
In an instant, this chariot is a simple chariot with a length of more than ten feet and a width of several feet, but its shape is very special. Many chariots in the wasteland are different. Every corner of it is carved with an unknown fierce beast, and the color of the fierce beast is dark red. After the blood dries up, it leaves blood stains. Although it is a dead thing, it is like a spirit. It gives an extremely fierce breath.
The chariot’s hanging beam is hung with a dark red flag, which depicts a picture of the sun and the moon blending, and the background is like a vast expanse of emptiness, and a number of strange eyes emerge, which makes people feel cold.
This flag moves in the wind, and every time it shakes, it screams like an evil wind. When it is in a position of thousands of feet, it can be heard screaming like a ghost crying.
The mysterious military adviser sat in the middle of the chariot and commanded the remnant monks to form a war and retreat continuously.
From time to time, several wild monks rushed out of the red sea of fire in Dingtian City and frantically culled them. These people were all seriously injured, and even if they were healing, they all hoped that they would die. At this moment, they also had no scruples to reverse the true yuan, burn the flesh, and blow themselves up. God all showed a crazy blow and tried to kill a foreign monk before his death.
This war is ridiculous for many wild monks, because they don’t know that this three-world contest has turned into such a killing, and the killing target is not those strange foreign monks and war slaves who have turned into themselves in the end.
Originally, many tianjiao gathered together to meet their enemies, and they all suffered a bitter blow, almost ten to nine hundred people. Together with the master of the six dharma masters who also participated in guarding the slaves, dozens of people were left after this great sadness.
"Damn it, it seems that today is also a great test for you and me. Let’s kill several foreign monks in such a strong way. You and I can’t fall behind!"
Italian day eyes flush figure bronze, bronze epee handle together out of his whole body figure is still can hold two epee handle is fierce, a few minutes in the eyes of the divine light yi yi towards the messenger of the dead water culled.
Although the two war slaves can also be regarded as ling virtual war slaves, the exquisite fighting experience is naturally no better than that of the dead messenger, and their injuries are also extremely heavy. It is speculated that these two war slaves also used some secret method to exert their potential to the limit, even at the cost of their lives to launch this final attack.
He smiled at Yitian, then turned serious and said to the two war slaves, "Come on, let me learn one or two tricks!"
When I was alone, I attacked two war slaves and tried to stop forgetting words and trying to fight for heaven.
At this time, there was a tremor in the sky, and suddenly a crack broke in the virtual space. A palm seemed to lean out and accompanied by landing. He shouted angrily, "I will kill you when I meet you next time!"
But the moment of the sound is to dilute the palm of your hand, and it seems that it has not been leaned out in the end, or it has been completely swept away by the whirlpool.
Everyone knows that this speech is directed at the mysterious strategist. It seems that there will be a fierce battle when they meet again and again.
"Humble is dead! The remnants of the immortals must be wiped out and the rest will return to the camp with me! "
The mysterious strategist’s accent once again went out very far, and the aftermath of dozens of miles in Fiona Fang could be heard hundreds of miles away.
Meaning day for the mysterious strategist show nonsense disdain way "hum is some kind of hermetic lock sent to the rest of the land from the repair to be so easy to die? Even if he is lost in the virtual, I believe he has a way to return. "
It is quite bad to deal with the siege of six or seven celestial beings, the messenger of the dead water, while speaking out.
Forgetting the words, the slaves who fought the two wars alone here also screamed at the same time. At this time, he suddenly said, "I don’t know if you and I used to have the right temper when we were children. Even now, we are competing with each other. Do you think that if it is hundreds or thousands of years after today’s war, will we join hands with each other to fight again?"
Italian day smell speech laugh imposing manner such as rainbow sword meaning impressive avenue "what you said is good, naturally so! Jian Feng refers to me! "
Forgetting words and smelling words is also a smiling figure. The shadow of the palm is changeable, and the fairy meaning is uncertain. "Forget the dust and worry about Xanadu. This is why I pursue the fairy road. Haha-"
The two looked extremely relaxed, but they both knew that this was a life-and-death battle, and everything was their own choice.
Chapter one hundred and forty Force to resist
"What? Brother Lu, he-"Fang Yunhan, the other side of Tiandu City, heard that the mystery was behind the words, and then he laughed out such words. He would never believe it. Instead, he made a bold move and rushed to the sky to destroy all the boats!
On the other side of the moon, the ice mark has always been a cold color on the ancient well wave surface. She practiced the unfeeling swordsmanship and walked the road of being unfeeling, affectionate and forgetful. At first, she cut off all the feelings of the dust, and then she achieved the goal of being too forgetful and finally achieved the true self. Qiang Jian was refined, but the membrane in her heart seemed to be broken. This time, when she heard that Lu Li was dead, there was an unusual wave in her heart.
Even the original heartless sword meaning has changed, even if it is known for its quickness, cruelty and accuracy, the mind is disturbed by the ice marks on the eyes and the moon, and it contains a trace of fierceness and spelling, which makes the change of its sword tactic even more unpredictable, fierce and fierce, and suddenly it is killed in a foreign country and greatly retreats. At one time, it is savage and bloody to the extreme.
The mysterious strategist’s words sound very clever and unusual. On the one hand, it tells the story that the land is dead, on the other hand, it kills the remnants of the fairy clan. The rest of them return to the camp. This kind of words is divided into the meaning of evacuation after winning. Of course, in the ears of different camps, the meaning is completely different.
The siege of Tianducheng, the capital of Xingtian, was a great boost to the morale of foreign monks. On the contrary, although the arrogant people in the wild didn’t believe that Tianducheng had been broken, most people still felt a little gloomy in their hearts.
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