Dragon-Marked War God

Everyone took a breath of cold air. It seems that they all smashed the female doll. Her appearance gave everyone a lesson. It’s not a good thing to be a woman.

"Well, the red moon is dead, will not be us next?"

"What do you think? We are now at the end of the strong, and people even disdain to control our lives and deaths."

"I hope so, her goal seems to be Jiang Chen and the reincarnation of the living Buddha."

Xue Qiang stepped toward Jiang Chen step by step.

"Hand over the Tianlong sword, the ancestral tower, the mother of all things."

Xue Qian greeted Jiang Chen with cold eyes. At that moment, Jiang Chen’s heart was also slightly shocked. How could it be? Lian Xue Qian Ying does not know what his ancestral tower and all things are. What is she? Or who is behind the people, how is it so well to him?

"who are you?"

Jiang Chen frowned and asked in a low voice.

"If you don't pay, there is only one dead road."

Snow thousand welcomes the cold road.

"My Jiang Chen is a hob meat. I really don't want to give this to you. If you have the ability, you can come and collect it yourself."

Jiang Chen circled his chest and smiled lightly. The indifference and dignity of his mouth were intertwined, which made him extremely confused. Who is it, can he have such a big skill? There are very few people who know their own ancestral towers. They know that all of them are like a rare person. Only the most dear ones know, but she is like a family.

"Okay, then I will fulfill you!"

Snow Qian Ying stepped out in one step, the sword front turned to the stars, and pointed to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen retreated, and Tianlongjian trembled. At this moment, he still had to fight once and set aside his life.

"This guy, is there any power to fight again? It’s incredible."

"Yeah, this guy has been hit hard for several times. It is really incredible to be able to fight this woman now."

"The only thing that can be explained is that his ability to recover must be very overbearing. Otherwise, it would not be possible in such a short period of time to be able to fight one after another, and it would be like an undead war."

Everyone has a feeling of awe in Jiang Chen. This guy is like a **** of war. At this time, at the last moment, he stood up again.

Even the monk monk can't believe it, but he knows his brother, and he is destined not to let him down.

"Good, little dust."

The tyrant's monk screamed and cheered for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen knows that this embarrassment is very difficult to fight, and whether or not he can overcome the snow thousand welcoming, even if it is better than defeated, Jiang Chen will kill her, but it is also decided not to go, but if it is not, it is very Maybe the result will face the trial of death.

"I hope, you can wake up!"

Jiang Chen looked at the snow and greeted him, muttering, and Xue Qiang wrinkled his brows. At that moment, there was only one belief in her heart, that is, killing Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen holds the Tianlong sword, and his sword is eight hundred feet wide. He is intertwined with Xue Qianying. During this time, his strength has recovered to about 60%, at least with the snow, and it does not need to be so difficult.

"Sword thirteen!"

"Sword Fourteen!"

"Sword fifteen!"

Jiang Chen's sword is amazing, the momentum swallows the sky, the snow is welcoming the long dragon, the jade sword star peak, the force of Huashan, the swordsman bursts into shock! Intertwined with Jiang Chen's swordsmanship, the two people turned out to be equally divided in autumn. This scene made everyone repressed again. The least people they watched were Jiang Chen. If they dragged to this moment, perhaps Jiang Chenzhen The ability to reverse the situation, this guy's sword, like the death of the gods, life is more heart-wrenching!

No one dares to smash Jiang Chen again. The battle between the two people is constantly sublimating. Not only the impact, Jiang Chen’s swordsmanship has become stronger, but strong and strong, has always been the best play of Jiang Chen. This time, naturally, it will not fall behind. The offensive with Xue Qianying is almost completely equal. For a time, no one can help anyone. Jiang Chen’s sword fifteen is repeatedly repelling the snow, but Xue Qianying It is not easy to be with her generation. Her swordsmanship is subtle and unimaginable.

"There is such a sword in the world, which can match my sword of no borders. It really opened my eyes."

Jiang Chen thought of it, but the battle with Xue Qianying did not fall at all.

"It's time to let you know who is the real hegemon."

The corner of Jiang Chen’s mouth was slightly tilted, and the battle between the two people entered the stage of white heat. At that moment, Jiang Chen was ready to display the real means and hit the snow. Under the condition that both of them are highly concentrated, Jiang Chen’s savage gods will surely be able to display miraculous effects. Even if they can’t kill Xue Qian Ying, they will certainly be able to hit her.

However, there are some drums in Jiang Chen’s heart. He doesn’t know if Xue Qianying still has a soul. From her eyes, she should be able to see that she should not die yet, that is to say she is not a jealousy, not a jealousy. If you have your own soul, then there will be room for display.

"Death kills!"

Jiang Chen suddenly broke out with a horrible soul, and swept the snow thousand welcoming moments. At that moment, Xue Qianying’s eyebrows were wrinkled, his face changed greatly, his blood was pale, and he was directly hit by Jiang Chen’s savage god. When you fly backwards, the soul of the whole person is severely damaged, and it must be extremely difficult to recover within a short period of time.

"Puff puff--"

Two consecutive blood spurts, and the face of Xue Qianying is also gloomy to the extreme. Jiang Chen’s body has become extremely weak. He is now a bitter and hard because he has to deal with it. People and the realm of the soul are also extremely strong. If there is no absolute certainty, Jiang Chen will not shoot. Otherwise, it may be that the person who steals the chicken is not eclipsed, and the person who regrets it is himself.

"Is it finally defeating you?"

Jiang Chen mouth with a bitter smile, do not know whether it is happy or distressed, Xue Qianying was deeply hurt, temporarily lost the fighting power, but Jiang Chen felt that this battle did not seem to end.

"It’s really a big boy."

Beyond the Lingbi Cave in Daxue Mountain, a monk wearing a blood-colored ribbon, his mouth slightly creeping and indifferent. No one knows that his existence, no one knows, there is a person outside the snowy mountain cave, which seems to dominate everything here.

When he slowly raised his head and his eyes, it was an incomparable hollow. He is a nephew, a monk with a blind eye, and his Taoist and breath seems to have surpassed the world.

"If violence is not for killing, it will be meaningless."