Dragon-Marked War God

"Jiang Chen, today you will die, the smog is big, it is not that you can break open."

The mouth of the door is sneer and sneered, he is completely a fox, and there is no such thing as his father’s mouth. He is impossible to have such a power. Even this smog is controlled by his father’s mouth. He has no such ability at all.

"Listen to my order, the smog changes, attack!"

The mouth of the big song and a big drink, the eight hundred gods almost completely covered Jiang Chen, with the smog of gas, Jiang Chen is difficult to walk, surrounded by smog, poisonous gas, and reach out, Wu Chen heart Shen, quickly, Yan Yancheng and Wu Ningzhu were all included in the Zulong Tower. Otherwise, with the strength of both of them, they could not escape this smog.

In the smog, the offensive of the eight hundred gods and kings is also sublimated by quality. It is far more powerful than the king of the gods. It has even been infinitely close to the gods, and everything is because of this smog.

Eight hundred gods form a smog, even if it is a big song, can not say that it can be ignored, this smog is his life-saving means of Penglai Xiandao, if it is not at a critical juncture, the mouth of Daqu will not be used of.

Eight hundred gods and kings are twisted into a rope, how terrible it is, it goes without saying that the ordinary gods, in the smog array, have almost been crushed and destroyed.

The attack of ghosts and ghosts continued to fall on Jiang Chen's side. Jiang Chen struggled and retreated. He was in a step-by-step crisis and was quite nervous.

"The poisonous gas in this smog is so terrible, but my body of maternality is already inviolable. Let you also try the poison of the blue-and-white buds to see who can laugh at the end. ""

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of haze in his mouth, how about the Eight Gods? See if you can survive under the poison of the blue and white buds.

In the smog of the river, Jiang Chen constantly released the poisonous spirit of the blue-and-white buds. The terrible poison gas and the poisonous gas in the smog mixed into one, eventually invading the body of the master of the eight hundred gods, Jiang Dust can clearly feel that those endless attacks have begun to gradually become less, and a breath of breath has gradually disappeared, indicating that the toxicity of blue-and-white buds has already worked.

"It seems that these gods are simply vulnerable."

Jiang Chen’s heart sneered, the eight hundred gods in the time of less than a fragrant incense, all were created by the poisonous poison of the blue-and-white buds in the river dust, and everyone is already back to heaven, 800 people, all In the smog, the eight hundred gods and kings in the smog did not play a decisive role. Instead, they were attacked by Jiang Chen with poison, all obliterated. At this moment, the entire Penglai world became quiet, the initial earthquake The earth-moving offensive has gradually subsided.

"How could this be?"

The mouth of Daqu’s heart is puzzled. The breath of the gods and kings is constantly disappearing. At the moment when it finally disappears, he realizes that there is a slight flaw, the master of the eight hundred gods, even if he is standing there to let Jiang Chen Killing, I am afraid that it will not be able to kill in a moment, but at this moment, he is aware of a more intense crisis.

"How could this be the case, father, can't you be the guy who used the method to defeat the smog of the eight hundred gods kings?"

The mouth of the door was tightly locked, and asked in a low voice. The heart was also extremely puzzled. Fifteen buckets were fetched, seven up and down.

"There is a tricky, no, you, take it as soon as possible!"

The face of Daqu’s face is changing, and he feels that Jiang Chen will never be a generation of people waiting for him. Now, in this smog, the calmer and calmer, his heart is becoming more and more unsettled.

"Do you want to shoot now? I am afraid it is already a little late."

Jiang Chen’s sword swayed for thousands of miles, and the smog was exhausted. The eight hundred gods were completely killed, and the vitality was exhausted. A dead breath, let everyone breathe a stagnation, and in a flash, the master of the eight hundred gods, Did you die like this? Even the Daqu can't believe how Jiang Chen did it. Even so quickly, it was killing them. The eight hundred gods were in his hands and could not stand a blow.

"You, you, you...had you killed my eight hundred gods?"

The mouth of the big song is trembling, the eight hundred gods, above the status, even not weaker than the forty gods, because this is the mainstay of his Penglai world, the eight hundred gods, is to protect his safety in Penglai The cost, but in the hands of Jiang Chen, a trick to make enemies, killing thousands of people, this shocking heartbreaking, let the mouth of the big heart tremble, as if in the blood, keep an eye on Jiang Chen, the anger of the heart, has burned Going to the cloud for nine days.

"The next one to kill someone is you."

Jiang Chen smiled calmly, attacked in the sky, stepped into the sky, and the eight hundred gods were burned by him, turned into ashes, the teeth of the mouth of Daqu, almost crushed, the fists clenched, the soul of the hands locked, his pinch Loud, eight hundred gods have gone, it is equal to the broken Penglai world, for the mouth of Daqu, it is unbearable!

"I am also discouraged, and all the gods and esteemed masters listen to this order. As I kill this cockroach, it is necessary to smash it up and revenge for my eight hundred gods."

The mouth of the big hand is holding the soul lock, and it is played again and again, traversing the void, and Jiang Chen has no fear, no sword, and has launched the most terrible killing.

More than forty of the gods respected the strong, Jiang Chen with a thousand, this domineering cloud of domineering, admirable, but his life, at this moment, faced a life and death choice, the mouth of Daqu and more than forty The attack of the strong deities of the gods is destined to let Jiang Chen die without a place of burial.

"Hey, eight hundred gods, it’s a pity. This time, our Penglai world is going to be badly hurt."

"Yeah, but the death of the Eight Hundred Gods and the demise of the God of the Eyes has completely ignited the anger of the old world. It seems that this battle will surely hit the sky."

"But there is no suspense now. More than forty of the gods are strong and still not worth one. It is a joke."

"This guy, **** it, come to our Penglai world, can you let him leave in good condition? This tone, even I can't swallow."

The people of Penglai are silently sorrowful. The shock caused by the death of the Eight Hundred Gods is overflowing with words and expressions. The Penglai world is a big thing. It requires a lot of people to manage. The Eight Hundred Gods are the mainstay. Now the mainstay is killed. The mouth of the Daqu will be painful if it breaks its arms. How can it not put Jiang Chen to death?

"I have no patience to play with you. Today, let me subvert your Penglai world."

Jiang Chen’s sword, constantly humming, the sword of the Tianlong sword, is already out of the body, the atmosphere of overbearing, traversing the sky, the soul of the dragon, like a wild horse, the sky, the arrogance day!