Chronicles of Heaven

Thirty-six squadrons of the four spirits battled into the sky, forming a large array of hardships against the black streamer that fell in the sky.

In the black light falling down like a meteor, the swords and swords of the **** Tianding force screamed, and each shot fell, and the four spirit warships shook violently, shaking the mouth of the East Palace on the battleship.

Over the palace, the Wanlong Palace has revealed a small half body.

The bronze **** light and the four spirit battleships are united, four dragons, and I am punching! ”

The white pheasant suddenly stood up and looked at Wu Tie with surprise and joy.

Later, there was a sudden whisper of words in the wolf iron ear. Wu Tie stayed, looked at the white scorpion, and then nodded hard: "Twelve stars, a scorpion, thirty-six four spirit warships ... and, enough to make me a baby!"

The two men were very high, only one in ten thousand fingers, they quickly exchanged information about the behemoth.

At this point, Zhu Xi just slammed out three feet.

Bai Hao raised his right hand, gently pressed a palm on the back of Zhu Xi, and easily stunned Zhu Xi.

Wu Ting shouted, and behind the five elements of the gods suddenly burst out, and swept past the iron shovel.

The shovel was shocked and violent, and he snorted. A flag of iron and blood on his head took the sky with a scorpion, and countless sergeants dressed in gold and sculpt were rushed out of the wolf. Wu Tie.

At the same time, in the hands of the shovel, there is a round shield with a serrated edge on the edge of the wolf, and a strange-shaped triangular sword in the right hand!

These three treasures exude a sense of arrogance, and they are all innate treasures!

However, Wu Xing's five elements of the gods are a brush, and the iron screams strangely, whether it is the iron-blooded flag or the round shield, the stabbing sword, all of them are all brushed away by the five elements.

Wu Tie continued his fine style, and the armor on the shovel was completely brushed by a brush, and even a pair of trousers did not give him the rest.

The white body flashed and slammed into the front of the shovel. The white, slender, delicate and crystal-clear palms of the jade carvings were gently patted to the shovel.

The shovel screamed and slammed into the white palm of his hand: "The Great Hall...you!"

A loud noise, a white fist punched the iron arm's right arm and cracked it. The iron sputum vomited blood, and his face flew backwards in disbelief, far away...