Dragon-Marked War God

"The guy who doesn't know how to live, the eight veins Yinchuan, is not the place where you can scatter wild!"

Xueying was in front of him, stepping on the mountains and rivers and snow, and fighting with Jiang Chen.

Xueying's hand holds the hammer of Lingtian, like the thunder and the ear, the hurricane anger, the giant hammer, and the whistling and falling, like the Taishan fall, the mountains and the sea.

Jiang Chen’s eyes are dignified, holding the Tianlong sword, the sword is flying, the sword is swaying, and the battle with Xueying shocks the nine scorpions, the fierceness of the hammer, the fierceness of the sword, and the numerous collisions. Tianlong swords screamed and roared, laughing and arrogant, dragons and tigers, all directions were shocked.

"A good guy, is this still in the middle of the gods? I am dripping."

"Xueying is afraid of encountering big troubles, but Laochuan has not yet taken the shot, let alone the eight veins of Yinchuan can not only have a master of Xueying."

"It’s really embarrassing. If on the big wedding day, this long-established Shaochuan master was beaten up, isn’t it ridiculous?”

There are always a lot of people watching the bustle, and there will never be a fight that is not exciting enough. Jiang Chen and Xue Ying are constantly staggered, the convergence of hammers and swords, the tremor of light and shadow, two people can be described as fighting for a long time, difficult to win .

Glacier rift, thousands of miles of frost, snow falling, eight pulse tremble.

"It’s a bit of a skill to be the owner of Shaochuan in the Eight Senses Yinchuan."

Jiang Chen smiled lightly and glanced at Yancheng, who was also interested in watching him, but it was just an interest, and there was no love at all.

Jiang Chen doesn't care. Since he chose to start again, it is natural that he can't let himself fall in the face of a woman he likes, and it is not a simple matter for Xue Ying to win him.

"Know it, now I beg for mercy, maybe I will leave you a whole body. Otherwise, you will be smashed by me after a while."

Snow Yingyin judo.

"The strength is flat, and the effort to blow the cowhide is one of the best."

Jiang Chen said quietly.

"Kid, you will die very badly, I promise."

Xueying was not too light by the river, and the two men met again. The Baizhang swordsmanship, the mountains fell, the glaciers shattered, the deafening, the avalanche was hundreds of miles, and the grass was not born.

The snow between the two people danced in the sky, the scene was extremely beautiful, but each sword touched the bottom line of Xueying, letting him tremble again and again, going backwards again and again.

However, Xueying is not to be outdone. The huge giant hammer of the sky is so hammered and fallen, as if the heavens and the earth are trembled, Jiang Chen avoids his edge, and the two men are also fighting.

"It's over, my woman should go home."

Jiang Chen smiled coldly, his eyes became sharper and sharper. Under the dragon's change, his fighting power was once again improved. It was only the strength of the flesh. He had already reached the half-step **** kingdom. Jiang Chen swept the dragon and the sword, and the sword shadow cut through the void. Above Xueying, at this moment, those who watched the battle really understood that Jiang Dian’s strength was so strong. After the dragon changed, the sword swept down Xueying’s crown feathers and the long hair was scattered, which was extremely embarrassing. Xue Ying continued to retreat, and the sword just broke, so that he still has a lingering fear.

"This guy can only be described as metamorphosis."

"Yeah, I know now why he is so arrogant, because people have arrogant capital after all, this little lady, it seems that the head is not small, if it is really the wife of this person, it is with this snow Ying, it’s really not dead.”

"Bamai Yinchuan, but it will not be so easy to admit defeat."

After Jiang Chenlong's transformation, the strength once again reached a step, and forced to take a half-step of the king's kingdom. With the strong sword of the Tianlong sword, Xueying had nothing to do with it. It could only be passively beaten, step by step, backward. And go.

"Is this guy not eating?? How suddenly it has become so powerful."

Xue Ying was pale, and under the fierce attack of Jiang Chen, he completely lost his chance. Even if he was the owner of Shaochuan who was the Eight yin Yinchuan, no one would give him any protection, the battle of life and death, the ambition of the battle, There is no life.

Jiang Chenjian has no match, like the same **** of war, the invincible, Xueying has no power to parry, the title of invincible under the king of God, seems to be at this moment, it is extremely funny and ridiculous.

Winding in the wind, breaking the ice, the sword passed over, the people passed the sound, the Jiang Chen nine swords fell, all fell on the body of Xueying, Xueying avoids inevitable, should not take the sword, completely killed His defense, as the pride of the Eight Pulses Yinchuan, is now being squandered by Jiang Chen, and he is ridiculed by thousands of people.

Xueying's face was more and more haze, blood flowing down, covered with ice and snow, his hands moved slightly, a silver gun appeared in his hand, the horrible shot, like a little cold, so that everyone sucked up. A cold air.

"A terrible gun."

Jiang Chen’s eyes are very small, this silver gun is indeed a good baby, at least it is also a top-quality artifact, completely different from the artifact, and this silver gun seems to be born with a savage and fierce breath, Xueying clenched In the hand, the cold mang, the momentum suddenly climbed.

"I said, Xue Ying will not admit defeat so easily. His killer has not yet come out."

"The silver snowflake gun, this is the **** of the old God of the original, it is no wonder that Xue Ying dare to say that his **** under the king is invincible, now it seems that it is justified, hehe."

"A few thousand years ago, a snowflake gun, but picked all the masters of the Tianzhu Mountains, no one is not sorrowful, the name of the old Chuan, is also completely in the Tianzhu Mountains."

"I just don't know, this silver snowflake gun is not as terrible in the hands of Shaochuan."

The eye-catching silver snowflake gun was attracted to everyone's attention. This silver snowflake gun is the pride of the entire eight-pulse Yinchuan.

The old Laochuan master, invincible, is closely related to this falling silver snowflake gun, and now the inheritance of this silver snowflake gun, in the hands of Xueying, is not knowing whether it can restore the glory of the past.

"A good shot of a good gun."

Jiang Chen said sincerely that if the silver snow retaining wall falls into his own hands, it can be added to the small Shurao sword array. In that case, the size of the Shura sword can also be added. Artifacts, but they are better than the two hammers.

Now Jiang Chen can only refine the artifacts of the peaks. It is not so easy to refine the artifacts. Therefore, the artifacts are extremely precious for Jiang Chen.

"Know it, this gun is called a falling silver snowflake gun, killing you, enough."

Xue Ying once again looked at Jiang Chen, and the meaning of killing was even stronger. Just now Jiang Chen let him eat his hardships, and now he must definitely give him a blow.

"This gun is good, I want it."

Jiang Chen vowed to say that the incomparable determination, as if to eat Xueying.