The God of Destruction

I saw a pistol and long knife suddenly became one of the most violent shells, hitting many mountain group team members.

Bang! Hey!

boom!

Many members of this Yamagou group worse. Some of these people have collapsed and exposed to their hearts. Some brains are like a rotten watermelon, and some have been cut off.

This time, there are more than 40 members in the Yamaguchi group, all die.

These team members practiced their own kids and swords on a working day. On weekdays, they can play seven or eight games in Han Guodong, but in front of Pan Chen, they are as fragile with local chicken.

"Here? Is he devil?"

Everyone stayed there like a wooden chicken, forgot the attack, and even forgot to escape.

The sound of the entire audience seems to be absorbed by the sponge that is invisible, leaving only a still picture.

"The owner is really good, just like a fairy."

In the distance, Li Jinzhu's eyes are intoxicated, eager to climb to Pan Chen, worship.

"Oh, Master Pan is really great, this time you can reverse the trend, the provincial sandallion!"

Li Jianxi's body slightly shakes, and the clenched fist is tight.

In the eyes, worship, shock, ecstasy, excitement, and look forward. Many complex emotions flashed one by one.

"It turns out that there is such a power in this world!"

Yuan Ning revealed a seam on his finger and saw this shocking scene, which made people dizziness.

What she saw today is the most incredible thing she saw in her past years, completely subverting her worldview.

"What do you make more money?"

It is half an hour ago.

Chen Jiafu also felt that Pan Chen's words were nonsense, but now Chen Jiafu discovered that Pan Chen's words were not exaggerated.

With such a force, like the gods, hundreds of millions of wealth, it is not easy to get!

"Waiting for you to come back, the old man will kill this Liao!"

Drink a cup, a person holding a samurak knife jumped out of the cave on the cliff, like a big bird, walked to the hall of Pan Chen.

Many hill group members look back and showed the color of respect and ecstasy, exclaimed.

"Mr. Palace!"

"Mr. Palace is doing!"

"Well, this person must not be an opponent!"

They suddenly became confident, and one took a place to retreat, gave the battlefield to the famous Master Dongyang Jianhai.

Chapter 2363 Kendo Master!

Dongyang, the school is in many schools, and is known as the top ten swords.

Pan Chen's first-class is the most popular school, the most disciples, and the Palace Benbuo is located in two days, and is the most powerful one of the Dongyang Sword.

This school's sword is difficult to practice, but once it is practiced, its killing is amazing.

Although there are not many disciples, everyone is talented and powerful.

The Miyamoto Wuha has been forty years old, but he is already the master of the sword.

In the world of Dongyang Kendo, he can rank the top ten, 1,000 Pan Zhengxiong, who kill before Pan Chen, did not know how many times.

Miyoten, on the top of this overlapping temple, like a Falcon, jumping in a few hundred meters high, flying into the bottom of Panchen Hall, standing on a copper tripod.

This bronze tripod is an antique with a hundred years of history. It is made with bronze, very heavy. It is used by the pulse of sandalwood and worshipers, just like a big water box filled with 3,000 pounds.

"Who dares to kill a team member of our Dongyang Mouth?"

I saw him wearing a black and blue sword, stepped on wooden shoes, holding a long wars in the waist.

His sword eyebrows fly, the eagle nose, the eyes flashed, giving a fierce feeling.

He is straight, just like a sharp sword, from the sheath, kill the whole body of the sky.

"For you, I am not qualified to know my name!"

Pan Chen cold sun, smiled disdainfully: "I killed the Japanese devil, just like killing chicken and chopping dog!"

"Delicious mad!"

The Palace of Wudu is angry and shocked at his feet.

This bronze tripod that weighs more than a thousand pounds rushed to the air, like an angry cannon shooting in Panchen.

"Your sister, a few thousand pounds of bronze tripod."

Immediately, Chen Jiafu and Yuan Ning rushed into his mouth, shaking them, and his eyes stared at his eyes.

Just encountered Pan Chen's power, they already know that Pan Chen is absolutely not an ordinary person.

And in front of this Dongyang sword apparently not an ordinary person, Pan Chen also belongs to the same kind.

They began to worry again.

This person should have strength and Pan Chen competition, and even likely to kill Pan Chen.

"It is said that Mr. Palace is the territory of the Justice Master, which can be compared with the martial arts of the Tianchao!"

Many swordsman, ninja, Yamaguchi group of cold and ruthless people, all look at the figure of the Palace Wukuo, his strength, is far more than people's imagination, too powerful.

Bronze tripod, like a shell, rose in the air like a huge meteorite, make a harsh roar.

"Oh, just this! Today, let you see the power of the Tianchao strong!"

Panchen smiled calmly, pointed to mount and emptiness.

A sharp finger suddenly issued a click, and the copper tripod is broken like a paper paste.

Like Yang Tree Oil, countless bronze fragments like a shrapnel, flying, cutting the snow.

More than a dozen oriers who watched the war were immediately exposed to seedlings, they were pierced by fragments, fell as blood gaps.