The God of Destruction

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Grust Nanxiro faced this ball, before the front of the way, but he was hit by a huge force, and the body launched the old far away, the tennis fell again on the ground again.

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There is no slightest stop, the two people have once again launched again, Pan Chen has passed the ball in the past, and the black dragon is fighting with the warrior, and the more Nanxiro began to force the tennis, just Every one picks up.

He is all shocking. The power of the other party has shocked his body again and again. He felt that his hands were numb, and a horrible vibration explosion power is like black dragon, and he hits it.

Tennis rackets are also difficult to support, and a crusty sound.

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Suddenly, tennis rose broken through the blockade of tennis rackets, and slammed the Nansiela.

The more the junction of the south of the south, but the spin was stopped, but his mouth has been overflowed.

"I didn't expect that you can fully suppleel my warrior." He is already very light, and there is no way to continue to maintain a warrior.

"Is it still coming?" Pan Chen said that there was a bit of asthma, and he was the same. The chest. The mouth is dramatically undulating, this is his first time I feel tired.

Since obtaining the system, after the increasing physical properties, his endurance recovery has been far more than ordinary people, and this continuous complete effort, it actually made him feel exhausted.

Both people restore physical strength and don't do it again.

"It's amazing, it's a big generation, huh, huh ..." The more Nan Xi Lang still laughed, "Unfortunately, I didn't have you in that era, otherwise it is a feast, but it is not too late ..."

Chapter 011 World First

The more the Samurai in the moment, the warrior in this moment has completely disappeared. His momentum has become even more different. He gradually condenses the white field, weird is, it is very different from the previous field, giving people a soft and calm feeling. However, it is not a form.

"Before I disappointed." The calm of his face gradually became awe-asking. "Your power is far more than your technology, you can call it a well-deserved destruction! This is a complete pure power, I am still I encountered the genius like you. "

"Don't say more, come back." Pan Chen's momentum has skyrocketed, and he only showed ordinary black dragon via, the real oysters have not yet been displayed.

However, I didn't expect to just crack the Democratic Warrior of the front of the Nanxiao.

"Say it too." The more south of the south, the slightly smile, "said" "Ancient and Moduo"! "

He once again bloomed a dazzling golden light, and each hit was the same as the strength of the previous martialist.

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Pan Chen also waved tennis shots again.

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The two people constantly attack, counterattack, no avoidance, every time, it is real, tennis rackets and tennis hits actually issued a steel impact.

"Samurai!" In the ancient and modern southern Sanglang, the Dynasty, Nanxiao, once again showed the division of the warrior, and a moment of power was actually triple, and the tennis speed suddenly increased.

The samurai shadow in the back came from going to Pan Chen.

The air suddenly passed the harsh scream, and the tennis rear in the rear of the Internet, there was a white gas wave, just like two white ribbed attacks to Pan Chen.

That is the airflow that is too fast!

The closing the south of the south, the eyes flashed, and the ancient and modern is unparalleled. His strength is almost invincible, and the division of the warrior, once unmanned.

With his current strength, it is three times that this horrible speed has far exceeds the human limit, reaching the point of non-human ... It is not his killer.

"Let me see, how do you deal with it?" The closing the South Lang just stared at Pan Chen.

The two are not far away, and the tennis fell in the ground almost a moment, bounced in front of Pan Chen, and the two white gas waves took the screams to make Pan Chen's ear.

He spoke, so as not to prevent the eyeballs in the eye.

With his experience, you can naturally see the power of this hit. In an instant, countless ways flow through the heart, but the body can put a gesture and meet each other.

Roar! ! !

The violent bloody dragon is condensed from him, and the sky is roaring, positively hits the warrior from the top.

clang! !

I hope, tennis fell in tennis, Pan Chen's face flourished, the huge horror shock of the violent power, let him retreat back, but he has slammed the tennis. "Evil Dragon!"

This is his strongest kill in the world of sisters, which was integrated into tennis.

In the face of such counterattacks, the Samurai once again returned to the blood dragon.

Tennis fell to the ground of the front Nanxila, he was once in a disadvantage.

The closing the south of the sorrow, "You can't, it is really no, it seems that it doesn't use the trick."

Although it is in a disadvantage, his tone still shows extremely strong confidence, which is an absolute confidence in the world.

Pan Chen did not reply, he is to see the tricks of Nanxiao.

"Different Samurai." At the front of the south, the tennis rash is shaking, and the samnoth differentiated by the warrior, the powerful field seems to have interfered to reality, so that the surrounding air is somewhat distorted.

"Evil Dragon soars!"

Hey, an evil dragon appeared again, from Pan Chen behind him.

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The evil dragon has blocked dozens of warriors with a huge body hard.

"Ancient and modern unparalleled!"

The more the south of the south, the eyes of the eyes, and the fields around the whole person suddenly rotated, stirred up the air, under huge air pressure, actually took a whistling.

kill! ! !

As if it is the soul of the battlefield, countless breath comes, like the real must, Zuo.

"Samurai's soul!"

The closing the Nansiela did not stop the action, and then condensed a samurai soul. When I was in the battlefield, I watched the martial arts, all shouted the sound, flocked from all directions to Panchen, forming a spiritual oppression.

"Whenever you want !!"

In the last hit, all the martial artificial shadows pulled out the long knife, fiercely rushed to Pan Chen, with the stronger of the Nanxiao, the stronger of the Nanxiao, the tennis , the power is horrible to have an unparalleled degree.

In just a short time, the more Sanglang has made three strong levels in a second, forming a horror attack.