Dragon-Marked War God

"There is no time, go quickly, otherwise we will all die."

Luo Ping said with a gnashing of his teeth. He couldn't bear it. He didn't want to see Luo Ninger being defiled in the hands of these two people. He would rather die. These two guys are obviously the beauty of Suining.

"Even if you die, you have to die with you!"

Luo Ninger glared at Luo Ping's arm tightly, his eyes were firm and he was very persistent.

"How can you not understand it? Hehe..."

Luo Ping smiled bitterly, but the two have no retreat.

"A good pair of people are bitter, it really makes people love and hate. But I have a characteristic of this person, I like to be a good fight, hehe."

The old man in black said coldly, his eyes were cloudy.

"I am Luoping today, even if I am dead, I have to pull you back."

Luo Ping roared and rushed, and Luo Ninger was not willing to show weakness. She would not leave, and she would be with the brother Luo Ping.

"The body of a hundred wars, break out!"

In Luo Ping’s eyes, there is only war, this is the strongest means of his war, and he is the killer prepared for this nine-world war, but now he has to use it in advance, can save his life, look at these two Guys, can you kill yourself?

Luo Ping holds a silver gun and endures the severe pain on his arm. His defense is extremely powerful. He is the first in the battle, tempered his body, and after a hundred battles, he practiced a copper iron. Bone, his strongest is melee. He has the confidence to resist the offensive of the two. As for how long it can last, it is not known.

"Black-haired eagle, the first battle of the hundred wars, is still somewhat capable. It seems that we can't underestimate our opponents."

Fei Zi said with a smile.

"I know, I have had a fight with the War Zong thousands of years ago. Can you not know? I was almost killed in the hands of Luo’s hero."

The black-haired eagle gnawed his teeth and said that it was obviously a sorrow for the things that had been lost in the hands of Luo’s heroes. Now that he has captured the people of the war, he can be merciful.

"That's good, we both attacked and defended, see how he coped."

Fei Zi is confident and calm, his defense is completely empty, three people become tigers, and they immediately become a group. With one enemy two, Luo Ping’s strength is completely insufficient, and it is instantly falling into the wind. This is anyone. Unexpectedly, Luo Ning thought that the brothers could at least hold a few rounds, but Luo Ping had only the power of parry and did not return his skills.

"Sister! Ninger helps you."

Luo Ninger did not neglect, quickly shot, and successively exerted a strong offensive against the two men. It was also a silver hand, but it seemed to be inferior to Luo Ping. In the early days of the kingdom, it was not strong, but it was black. Mao Yingying, some of them are stretched. Even if Luo Ninger joins the war group, they can only barely block some of the black-haired hawks offensive. The two men are losing ground and the first battle is invincible. Proud hard work, but in front of the two, there is no power to fight.

I have to say that Luo Ping and Luo Ninger have tried their best, but their two opponents are too strong, and the king of the kingdom is in the middle of the world, and they still live for a few years, no matter how strong or experienced. They must be even worse, and they are quite familiar with the two war lords. They know each other and know each other, and in this situation of occupying the world, Luo Ping and Luo Ninger are already in a place of life and death.

"Come on, Ninger, I will stop them when I die!"

Luo Ping roared, but then faced with the black-haired eagle's chain claws, he was completely unable to stand up. When he was shot, it was swayed by the black-haired eagle. The offensive was like a thunderstorm in nine days. They are all perfect, without any superfluous means, striving for perfection, and attacking the strongest. Although Luo Ping has displayed the body of a hundred wars, he is still in a cup of water. In the face of the offensive of the two people, he has already lost his strength.

"I am Luo Ninger, who is born to Ping Ge, and death is the ghost of Ping Ge. I will never regret this life."

Luo Ninger bite the red lips, smiles miserable, beautiful and unparalleled, Luo Ping screams like a thunder, shatters the sky, a burst of anger in his heart, no matter how unwilling he is, but he is powerless, watching his beloved He was shackled, but he did not have any means.

"I will not let you go to Luo Ping."

Luo Ping is desperate to charge, not afraid of life and death, and his fighting power is amazing, but it is still the combination of the black-haired eagle and the fat boy.

"Kid, fight hard, you are still a worm, not a dragon, hahaha."

The black-haired eagle fell to Luo Ping, and his smile was full of arrogance.

The successive attacks by the two men finally caused a great blow to Luo Ping.

"puff--"

Luo Ping spurted out the blood, and the power of the gods in the body was almost exhausted, and the oil was dry.

"If you talk about single-handedly fighting, I am afraid that you and I will not have 50% chance of winning."

Fei Zi whispered, but the two together, regardless of experience strength or time and place, have an absolute advantage, he is unlikely to have any chance to turn over.

The black-haired eagle nodded, but it was already here. Luo Ping was already at the end of the strong, and there was no trace of strength. Luo Ninger was forced to retreat by them. His face was pale and his strength was not enough.

"The guy who is not self-sufficient, Laozi will give you a urine in your face today, take care of yourself, hehe."

Suddenly, the fat boy changed his face, his eyes were tied together, and he stared at Luo Ping.

"Shishi can kill, can't be humiliated!"

Luo Ping held the silver gun, clenched his teeth, looked at Luo Ning, and took a deep breath.

"Ping brother, don't!"

Luo Ning's face changed dramatically, the flower was eclipsed, and Luo Ping was hugged tightly.

"Ha ha ha, interesting, interesting, laughing baby."

Fat boy laughed and laughed, and his eyes were full of depravity and ridicule.

Luo Ping smiled bitterly, even if he died, he would never be allowed to*.

"The killing is just the beginning. It’s really two disgusting guys."

A sigh of voice rang, fat boy and black eagle eyes cold, suddenly turned and looked, a young man in a green shirt, carrying a long sword, hands clasped his chest, staring at them indifferently.

"Kid, can't you find death?"

"Heaven has a road, you don't go, and you meet a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky. I don't think the food for Tonight will be bad."

Both of them were sneer, staring at the young green shirts in front of them.

"Jiang... Jiang Chen? Really you!"

Luo Ping stared at Jiang Chen incredulously, his pupils tightened, and his heart rekindled a blazing flame.

Luo Ping remembered the scene in which Jiang Chen had swept the world in the tomb of the gods for a long time. The man, although he had never had an intersection, but he opened a door to the realm of God, otherwise they feared it. Has become a lonely ghost in the curtain of the gods.

Therefore, Luo Ping has always been mourning the great grace of Jiang Chen. In that year, he relied on his position in the first battle of the hundred wars. When Jiang Chen was in danger, he would rather confront the elders of Zongmen and also go to the riverside to save the river. In the fire and water, that is the great grace he must repay!