Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen’s weak breath completely out of their imagination, even Yan Yancheng did not think.

"are you OK?"

Yan Qingcheng asked quite a bit of worry.

Jiang Chen knees on one knee and stands on the side of the sword. He slowly stands up and smiles at the corner of his mouth, but the appearance of the old folds makes Yan Yan’s heart so sad.

"Cough, I thought that my injury is already very heavy. Now it seems that he has played this sword array and seems to be worse than us. Haha."

The old four sneered and said that Jiang Chen is now vulnerable, even a gust of wind can seem to blow him down, the weakness is the ultimate.

"A good half-step **** king, you are the strongest half-step **** king I have ever seen. Even in the ancient times, these talents are also excellent."

The prisoner whispered, with a touch of surprise in his eyes, but Jiang Chen still lost, how could the top ten sages be able to suppress Jiang Chen with his own power?

"I have not lost!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes are full of unshakable looks. If there is no trembling of the final world view, the entire Warrior’s door seems to be violently trembled, causing loopholes in the formation. Even if Jiang Chen is dead, Can drag them ten to accompany.

Jiang Chen can be said that although he was defeated, he still lost. In the end, he still lost. Now he is empty and completely loses all the elements. Even his potential is infinitely separated. To describe it, it is to kill the wood.

"It is indeed the posture of the great emperor, but unfortunately, you still have to die, block the dragons of the dragons, kill innocent!"

敖古月沈气.

"Give me to die!"

At this moment, the flame mad dragon rises to the sky, and the dragon is in the sky, and it is forced to Jiang Dust.

"Take me this first."

Yan Dingcheng did not hesitate to stop in front of Jiang Chen, Yan Dangcheng was swept away by the flame dragon, and finally fell to Jiang Chen's side. At that moment, Jiang Chen felt that the vitality of Yancheng was constantly flowing. .

"Bastard! Give me a roll!"

The prisoner hits the palm of the hand, and the thunderous mountain river, the flame dragon is forced to retreat. If it is not the old moon, he has already screamed.

"Prisoner! What are you doing!"

The old five shouted.

"What am I doing? His attack almost ruined this woman. What do you say I want to do? If she died, my Ice Princess would have no hope. At that time, I want all of you to be buried. Even It’s the soul, you have to fight, you’re gone, you can’t live forever.”

The anger of the prisoner ran through the heavens and the earth, making the ancient moon and other people suddenly speechless, and the flame mad dragon was originally shot against Jiang Chen. Who ever thought that the woman at the moment did not know how to stop the river? In front of the dust.

Jiang Chen’s hand trembled and his eyes were covered with blood. The vitality of Yan’s city was dying. Although he did not die, he did not know how long she could hold on.

"How are you so stupid? Why do you want to stop this blow for me? Why!"

Jiang Chen’s heartbreaking, but in any case, it’s hard to make a sound.

"Because I don't want to owe others."

Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly, but the smile on his lips was already somewhat far-fetched. The pale face was still pouring into the country, but like a flower that gradually faded, he gradually lost his vitality.

Jiang Chen’s eyes are moist, his heart has become rock-solid, why, I can’t even protect my favorite woman.

"Give me the person, I will let her live."

The prisoner said in a deep voice, his eyes narrowed and gathered in the body of Yan.

"Kid, hand over the Luoshen map, otherwise you will die more ugly than her."

The third child sneered and said.

Jiang Chen smirked and swayed Yan’s city into his arms, feeling the glimmer of vitality, even his wood spirit, it’s hard to have any effect on Yan’s city, and he’s already given it to Yan’s city. Despair.

"She only has one possibility to live now. This is your only chance."

The prisoner looks at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen slowly raised his head and looked at the prisoner and looked at the elders of Kowloon. At that moment, his eyes were like devils, full of death-like killings, which was daunting, no one could think of them, all ten of them were It is a person who has the soul of the emperor, and there will be a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

"I want this day, change for me, I want this place, collapse for me!"

Jiang Chen’s words, one word and one sentence, whispered softly, but let ten people, the sadness in their hearts, even the prisoner, some very uncomfortable, this look, he seems to have seen once, it was before Taikoo, too It’s too far away, and even for a long time he has forgotten where he has seen it.

Jiang Chen slowly stood up, like the same undead god, a pair of eyes, invincible, this moment, he seems to no longer be him.

"Brothers, quickly killing this cockroach, and willing to change."

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At this time, Jiang Chen, a white hair in his forehead, his face covered with wrinkles, his eyes are like the ghost of the ancient times, it is chilling.

"Give me death!"

At the moment, Jiang Chen was attacked by the Ten Greats, and he flew away, but surprisingly, he suffered a fatal blow from the Ten Greats. Jiang Chen was slowly together. Stand up.

"On the poor, the blue falls, I want all of you to be buried with her!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes are cold as a knife, without a trace of feelings, above the blood red, with a terrified anger.

"Tower is coming!"

At this moment, Jiang Chen has no other way in his heart. His heart only has the ancestral tower, because only the ancestral tower has hope to suppress the top ten sages. But the ancestral tower, but I don't know where I am, Jiang Chen has no way, what he wants in his heart, the only ancestral dragon tower.

A tower comes, through thousands of miles, the sound is nine clouds, and the poor blue falls on the yellow spring!

"Because of the mystery, even so, you must die! Dead, it will be a hundred."

The old moon sneered.

Tens of miles away, on the back of a desolate Cangshan Mountain, a black man with a sturdy iron rod suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like a torch, his eyes were shining, and he was wearing a void.

Because at this moment, the ancestral tower in his arms began to tremble.

The man in black is more and more hot, his eyes are shining, but his heart is shaking.

The man in black holds the ancestral tower, but the power of terror is the existence that he simply cannot control.

In the next second, the Zulong Tower went through the void and flew to the clouds!

"Wang Ba Gu... Little dust, I know, you must be alive!"

The man in black said with a gnashing of his teeth. In the eyes, he was already foggy, and he, not the dragon thirteen, who would be?

Above the void of the North Liangzhou, a golden light has become the fog of the hearts of all the strong.

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