A World Worth Protecting

Wang Baole and the early Zhou Dao’s war, inciting all directions, all the people watching the war, all the hearts and minds trembled, especially in the battle of the two, the early predictions of the early Zhou Dynasty, and Wang Baole’s repeated temptations were enough to shock everyone.

Especially at the last minute, the savage deaths of the three sneak attackers, whether it is the miserable death mode or the speed of death, indicate that Wang Baole... has stood at the peak of the knot, enough to crush the same territory!

The most important thing is Wang Baole today, just in the middle of the knot! !

This scene, let the people around the battlefield, no longer dare to approach, but also can not afford the slightest sneak attack, but also let the outside square, see the warlord disciples of this battle, the heart is shocking, but also Yu Guang could not help but sweep the federal hundred on the square.

After this war, who dares to say... the federal arrogance! !

This feeling also made the federal centuries on the square, each one emotionally inspiring. It is really that they came to the bronze ancient sword, and after entering the Cangwu Daogong, they did not say that they were trapped in the tail, and they were almost the same.

The contempt from the disciples of the Daogong, from the indifference and disdain of the surrounding, made them extremely depressed, cautious, and even some people, all of them have shaken and a courteous attitude towards the disciples of the Taoist palace.

But at this moment, these mentalities are gone. Instead, they are a kind of pride and excitement. At this moment, the federal hundred sons, under the efforts of Wang Baole, proved themselves!

Tianjiao, although it seems that only Wang Baole is one person, but in this world, not afraid of the gap between one and two, I am afraid... the gap between zero and one!

This principle, knows a lot of people, so the disciples of Daogong are complicated inside. When they look at the federal hundred, no matter how deep or inner, they are less scornful than before, and a little more dignified, especially looking at Wang Baole. When the picture is revealed, their eyes are already respected and awe.

But in their hearts, there are still some that can’t be accepted, and fortunately... Before this first transmission, it’s not only Wang Baole, but also...

The same battle between Du Gulin and Xu Ming was as earth-shattering and inciting all the people, making the disciples on the square equally inspiring, and because both of them were Taoist people themselves, they gave them more excitement, even This will resolve the discomfort caused by the rise of Wang Baole to them!

Du Gulin is indeed powerful, although Xu Ming is also a pro-disciple disciple, although it can also be rampant in the knot, can be compared to Du Gu Lin, or worse than a star and a half! !

At this moment, the place where the two men fought was a plain. There were many places in the earth. Xu Ming’s shackles became the main theme here. His body was directly blown off the ground from time to time, every time he climbed. When he rushes out, it will be like this!

Standing in midair, there was no discourse from beginning to end, and the expressionless Duolun Lin, in Xu Ming’s opinion, seemed like an invincible fate, letting him work hard, letting himself blew his own magic weapon and launched himself. The killer, even using the secret law to overdraw, is still still ... all in vain!

All efforts, in front of the other party, from beginning to end, are all ... punch!

Completely crushed, there is no suspense at all. From the arrival, to the moment, Xu Ming has been filled with blood, his hair is scattered, his inner despair and unwillingness have turned into torture, making him seem like crazy.

"Duo Gulin!! Your opponent is me!" After being bombarded from the sky again, Xu Ming spit out the visceral blood clots, struggling to stand up, blood falling into his eyes from the forehead, turning the world into a **** color. It makes him whole, more awkward, but his voice, but not too much madness, and some are just bitter and struggling.

Because... From the second fist, I didn’t say that I’m not alone in the air, I didn’t look down on Xu Ming’s body. His eyes always looked up and landed on the night sky map. Wang Baole and Zhou Zhoudao’s battle s position.

Even if I can't see the picture of the battle, I can see the desire and expectation in the eyes of the alone. As for Xu Ming... There are only four words in his heart.

Native chicken!

This kind of disregard is the most bitter thing for Xu Ming. He is also a pro-disciple. Before that, he was full of confidence, but after this battle, he realized that... Compared with the one alone, he was nothing.

The feeling of powerlessness made Xu Ming bitter, but still unwilling, so in this rapid breathing, Xu Ming re-ignited the war, and was about to rush again, even if it failed, still fight!

But at this time... Du Gulin spoke up.

"You are too weak."

"My next punch, you will die, and I am too lazy to kill you, so hand over your key." Du Gulin took back the look of the sky, looked down at Xu Ming, calmed his mouth, and had no emotion on his face. Fluctuation, cold and indifferent.

But such a gaze, such a discourse, fell into the eyes of Xu Ming and his ears, his body suddenly trembled, his instincts told himself that Du Gulin said it was true!

If you continue to rush out, then the body flies into the air, and the moment you fly to the side is when you really fall...

Is war, or not fighting!

In the silence, Xu Ming’s heart became more bitter and bitter, and the warfare in his eyes slowly dissipated. He understood that if he rushed out, if he could not die, he would change, but he still did not want to die.

In the smirk, Xu Ming threw out more than twenty keys in his arms. As the key left, it seemed that his body lost all his strength and could not support it. He fell directly on the ground and looked at the night sky. Not alone, but on the night sky map, another battlefield.

"Is it Wang Baole?" Xu Ming murmured, Du Gulin regained his gaze. This time, instead of going to the night sky map, he looked at the southeast side of Wang Baole and Zhou Chudao.

Xu Ming lost his war, the moment of defeat, the southeast, Wang Baole and Zhou Chudao's battle, has come to an end, with the inspiration of the beginning of the week, as he quickly manipulated the cone shield, Wang Baole in his eyes On the right hand that has been raised, a large number of **** meridians have appeared.

This vein spreads, and in other places of Wang Baole's body, there are also **** meridians, and the blink of an eye, just outside his body, forms a huge human figure!

The suffocating suffocation of the sky, the **** incomparable, at the same time, more domineering, so that Wang Baole's momentum at this moment, suddenly broke out, with its own resonance, making this moment of him, like a demon god! !

"End!" In the faint opening, Wang Baole's emotions were obviously affected. In the indifferent voice, while the cruelty was revealed, his body moved, and he stepped into the air! !

This punch, beyond the limit of the knot, hit the void, a crack in the road suddenly appeared, a momentum that swayed the sky, crouched in the wind, in this boxing, rises! !

Looking far away, Wang Baole's figure is like a **** storm. In the diffuse thunder and lightning, it is like a group of magical dances, sweeping the sky, toward the beginning of the week, and then go! !

This is the real fifth punch!

Twenty percent of the resonance blessing! !

The candle is the first heavy, three times burst! ! !

During the roaring, the **** storm directly fell on the cone shield that was controlled between the early days of the week. At the moment of touching, the cone shield trembled violently, and the sound of the slamming was broken. In the blink of an eye, the sweep of the **** storm Next, the direct crash burst!

There was no pause, and the **** storm was shocking, and in the twinkling of an eye, it was in front of the early Zhou Dynasty. At the critical moment, the early morning of the road spewed out the tongue blood, and took out seven or eight pieces of protective magic weapons to fully block and block.

Under the **** storm, these magic weapons are extremely fragile, and the buzzing sounds are next to the explosion. At the same time, the **** storm sweeps through the clouds, and as the eyes approach, the early Zhou Dynasty is completely mad, and both hands are violently waved to do the final Rebel, manipulate the virtual shadow behind the body to stop the body, go to block!

Can still be... useless!

During the roaring, his imaginary shadows were touched by the **** storm, and they burst into pieces. After the collapse, the **** storm suddenly stopped at the tip of the tip of the desperate week.

The storm dissipated and turned into the fist of Wang Baole!

As the hair was blown at the beginning of the week, he looked at the fists with violent and suffocating fists in front of him. In his heart, he heard the cold voice of Wang Baole.

"you lose."

At the beginning of the week, the road closed his eyes, and when the bitterness of his heart became stronger, he suddenly sighed. After opening his eyes, his face was helpless and re-established the temperament of the old farmer. He shook his head and took out more than 20 keys from his arms. Directly thrown aside, got up and walked toward the distance, and sighed in the mouth.

"Don't let the mother-in-law leave, why is this hard to come..."

Did not go to see the keys on the ground that were thrown out by the beginning of the week. Wang Baole stood there, feeling in the middle of the road, looking sideways to the northwest...where, on the map of the night sky, where Duolino is!

When he looked at it, Du Gulin was also looking at the place. Because the distance was too far away, the two actually could not see each other, but they did not affect the outbreak of war, nor did they affect this kind of similarity... !

All of this was seen by disciples on the outside square. In their eyes, Du Gulin and Wang Baole, in different scenes, looked at each other and let their hearts shake, as if they had become eternal, branded in their minds, unable to Scattered.

The entire square, a silence, until I do not know who, whispered softly, became the only voice in this place.

"Ten pride!"