Douluo, please call me the dean

The illusory and beautiful figure appeared behind Wang Jian's body, her body shape is unique with Yingying's golden light, and the delicate and beautiful face with shallow smiles, like a kind mother.

She has been in the body of Wang Jian, and her hands are slightly careless.

The invisible wind has begun to bring together her actions, only form a wind wall in front of Wang Jian.

Among the big winds, Feisha peers began to fight.

The strong wind torn the front space of the Wang Sword, and saw the space in front of him, broken into a strip, turned into an irregular pattern.

Golden light is almost a moment of penetrating the peripheral flying sandstone, the horror high temperature will melt the gravel encountered along the way, and the red glutinous liquid dripped by a group of rock pulp.

laugh!

Gold light hits on the wind wall, such as fireworks.

The thick light scattered into a dozen branch to refraction to the four-sided eight parties, and there was a close to the ground to melt into a magma pit. He has a distant skyline, and some fell to the far battlefield. It's a change ...

There are also several light passing through the wind wall, scattered to the quarter.

That moment, Wang Jian suddenly had a silver light to fly, it is like a sip of the silver fairy sword to rise, straight to the enemy's leading level.

"Hey!"

For the result, Wang Jian is no time.

There is a golden light to pierce his abdomen, and the bowl of the bowl is directly cavened, and it has formed a transparent big hole.

Among them, the flesh and blood is blurred, and the edges of the high temperature burns are black as carbon.

pain! Dramatic pain makes Wang Jian's face distorted.

His grandmother's legs is hurt!

Wang Jian biting his teeth and gladly on the title.

The title of Kao Luo first was ecstatic, he hit!

Wang Jianxin is secretly swearing ... Laozi is waiting for you to play out!

"Time!"

Wang Jian bite his teeth and launched the talent skills accompanied by the bones, and the mysterious light came out from his back.

That is a kind of colorful fog, which seems to hide the manifest between the world, hidden the most mysterious time in the world, and the time is rippled by him.

From nothing, or there is no.

However, it is possible to play the future.

He himself started back and returned to the state before he was hit by the golden light.

The ecstatic happiness of the title of the Zhuyang God is just hanging, and the blink of an eye is stiff. The whole expression is fun as a picture of the most funny comic.

That is short when it is said.

Almost in the moment of Wang Jian's back, the silver soul guilty has the angel imaginary on the sky.

More prepared is a thousand streams among the imaginary shadows, fry on him.

At a moment of the soul of the soul, he was noticeable, but the distance between thousands of meters was almost just hidden between the soul guns.

He also finally understood why the night would use the kind of trick of the enemy's self-loss, all of this is different from him, and the real kill is not from the enemy in front of him, but from the enemy. Below below.

In an angry, he almost consciously uses all his soul to open the soul shroud.

The high of about 100 meters is standing in the hands of the sacred sword, only a pair of empty golden faces have no expression, and the pair of white wings behind her are burst, and they will be given thousands of roads. among them.

The golden soul shroud has flowed, and the surface has a mysterious god circle.

The stabble silver and golden light hit together.

Silent, silent.

The World of Douro seems to be stagnant at this moment, and even the light and the sound disappeared.

Then, a circle is scattered from the top, and there is a hundred kilometers away from the top of the blink, and there are countless clouds above the sky. The smoke is disappeared under this circle.

The wind is in the anger, and the spatial space reflects the sun, so that the sky is in that moment, it is like the morning evening.

At this moment, it is on behalf of it!

The distant mysterious world, many people spread to Douro mainland.

call! !

call! ! !

Almost everyone on the ground is caught on the ground, and the trees around the slice are scratched, collapse in the mad wind.

The bite of the fear in their hearts suffers from the terrible wind pressure. This moment is like the end of the end, and the whole world is about to be destroyed, so that countless people rise. Desperate.

......

Tiandu City.

Ningfeng caused the Southern San Robu and others overlooking the south, and it was unexpected to see a look.

......

Xingluo City.

A Tiantian, who is fighting against the Wuhun Temple, and seeing the energy of the sky in the sky, can't help but take a breath.

......

Wasteland.

A burly figure looks up, and the red red is full of killing, like what is attractive to the direction of energy.

......

Overseas is living, Haichen Island.

Posxi took back to those little guys, if they feel the direction of the continent, "this is ... Qianxiang?"

Chapter 573 doesn't win the winner!

The nine-level soul cannon, the target is the title of the title!

The top ten soul cannons, the target is super Douro and the demonstration level!

The eleventh level soul cannon can theoretically destroy the strongness of the half-god level.

When the silver soul mannepon exploded, the sky appeared on the sky, a huge fireball in a diameter, the fireball, the flames, the red fire, the fire spread in the smoke.

Seeing that I am domineering to be thrown.

Wang Jian's face is dignified in the group of fireballs, because the reason why the arrogant energy storm, the spread of the past, and there are signs of being torn, and the exploration has become broken, and all coverage cannot be covered. .

The huge fireball did not know how many dead spatial cracks were produced, so that exploration became very difficult.

"Cough ..."

In the fireball, there is a difficult cough, with a weakness.

Wang Jian's face has changed, and it almost broke up.

What kind of garbage donation given is, don't you say that you can kill the half-god-level strong? !

Thousands of road, still alive!

After smoke dissipates, there are thousands of wolves in the sight of everyone.

The original neat and clean clothes have been torn into a broken cloth. The top is covered with the fire after the fire burns, even the original neatly combined long hair has become fascinating, and the appearance of the original fairy style bone is completely It is the other of the ancestors.

At this moment, he is not as if it is even.

However, after the attack of the soul cannon, it is not good, and his body can see another spot, these spots are unbambed, like picking golden sunlight, filling in a thousand stream on.

Shoulder, chest, arms, cheeks, thighs ...

The upper and lower places of the limbs are Yingying's spot, and the area where these spots is in fact, it is already empty.

Thousands of streams now have a broken straw, just being repaired by those bright, and the east a piece of western, as if they have been tempered and constantly repairing the ocean.

Yang Doll, Wang Jian admits that this statement may be a little play, but he can't find other words to describe the state of thousands of streams at this moment.

The miserable scenario is much more miserable than him.

However, you can live with his expectation.

Bright, sky, purification, sun ...

This is a few of the most powerful Incenses of the angels, and now it seems that the thousands of streams of the half-level power seem to have come into contact with the power of the light.

His body is already possible.

However, it is impossible to make the gods, so you just have some fur.

If he really has completely mastered the power of the light, he can make a light to avoid it when he fell.

It can be, so that the talent of a thousand streams is also very amazing, and it is worth admiring with the body of the mortal.

It can be said that he has a peerless name of the old age.

Enjoy the appreciation, people ... still have to kill!

Wang Jianyan blooms in the eyes, although the stream is lucky from the attack of the soul, but his status at this moment is obviously very bad.

The light came to see the high-spirited feedback, and he found that his soul has almost exhausted. He can say that there is no resistance to the moment!

"Night!"

Wang Jian's voice has not yet fallen, and the night will drill from the void to a thousand way to kill.

At this time, I don't have to say that she also knows what to do.

Nowadays, now her body is equally scarred, and there is a scarlet wound rolling the blurred flesh and blood, crystal clear, like a gem-like dragon blood drops down.

Although she is not in the center of the explosion, even no longer outside.

It is not only the world of the horrible explosion, but also a turbulence is also constant. Even if she has been abolished, she has survived from the chaotic void.

Thousands of roads are looked at the night, showing some helplessness.

Do you want to die?

At this moment, his heart is very calm, but it is only a little unwilling.

He couldn't help but think about it, after he left, can the Wushu Temple still survived under the threat of a half-level strong?

There is also snow, can you complete the wish of thousands of years?

Maybe there is no chance ... After all, the one will not let the threat continue to grow.

He bowed his head to Wang Jianwang, can't help but sigh.

After the birth, who can think of such a battle will end in his hand ...

The huge incomparable false dragon claws fall towards a thousand way, and he almost lifted the body function at this moment, and there is no way to attack the night's attack.

He seems to die, but someone doesn't want him to die!

"call out!"

A black figure rushed to the sky, the face is indifferent to the illusory horror giant claw.

"boom!"

Welcome countless people's sluggish eyes, Bibi directly destroyed the darkness of the night's attack.

The storm is again swept again, and the power is still powerful.

It can be seen in someone who is used to the big wind and big waves on the spot.

They are just a bit of a bit of death, looking at the energy storm to fall into a sluggish.

why is that? !

Dragon King is broken, but the cold voice of the eastern part is spread throughout the battlefield!

"The Wushu Hall is here, ready to be self-explosion!"

The storm spread, and the figure of the Bi Dong has been in a thousand streams. Her face is somewhat pale, the ninth soul ring is also flashing.

Wang Jianlun understood, the death of the ninth soul technology - not dead.