Invincible Leveling King

The **** of light is determined to hold each other.

This time, he summoned the twelve-winged archangel, but there is the fighting power of the cosmic god. Although it cannot last, the combat power cannot be ignored.

Whoever wants to suppress it can suppress who.

The kid is not dead, the bright **** can not swallow this tone.

Dead, must die!

The twelve-winged archangels almost destroyed most of the Wanshan City. Under the control of the bright gods, they came to the ruins and chilled.

"Come out, come out!"

The bright **** does not think that the other party will die like this.

There is this illusion, and the bright **** believes that he has eaten the other side. In front of himself, the other side has no chance to resist.

"The last time you were cheap, this time we are really a knife, see who is powerful!" said the bright god, "You don't let me be too disappointed!"

On the ruins, a figure rushed out.

"To deal with my family, you are a few old!" It was the black dollar that rushed out, and the expressionless face was full of disdain.

A palm like a knife, a knife and a knife!

The black yuan this palm, the gas field is not very big, but with the palm as a knife, Ling Li.

The knife light is like a thin paper, and it flashes past.

The twelve-winged archangel under the bright god, with a wing in front of him, can stop all attacks.

Tearing!

The knife slanted and cut, and cut the wings, and the knife flew out.

"Hey, this kind of strength is also a good thing to play with my master, it is really not self-sufficient!" Black yuan faint.

...

"No way!"

"That is the **** of light!"

"The one man of the man flew the bright god, and it seems like he is dreaming!"

"I can't see through, I really can't see it!"

...

Everyone's face has changed.

The result is too unexpected.

The bright and bright **** can't stop each other's palm, it seems that the gap is too big!

That person can have this kind of subordinate, does it mean that he is stronger, or that the other party is big? Is it the person from the Star River House?

For a time, everyone was breathing fast.

If it is true, then this person who dares to offend, even if the Temple of Light is estimated to have to avoid the edge, can only silently lick the wound.

The noble person from the Galaxy House, who is offended!

No one dares to offend!

...

The bright **** rushed out of the ruins.

Just a knife, the twelve-winged archangel blocked a large part of the power, but the remaining part of the force still caused him to be hit.

As a result, he is hard to accept.

Lost to the kid is excusable, but now loses to the other side of the team, what is this.

"You are stronger than I thought, but if you want to beat me, you can't!"

The bright **** wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted, "Totem fit!"

The illusory figure of the twelve-winged archangel fell on the bright god, and the two figures quickly overlapped, and a mighty atmosphere rose from the sky.

Hey! ! !

The strongman watching from afar. In the face of this breath, one fell from the sky, and the one fell.

"Cosmic God!"

"The two guys are going to be bad!"

"The God of Light has mastered the 'Totem Fit', which is the top secret of the Temple of Light. Once it fits with the totem, the strength rises!"

"When the universe is out, who is fighting!"

"That person is awesome, and one move out of the bright god, and casts a killer trick!"

....

The cosmic god, that is the faint and invisible legend.

On the continent of the gods, there is very little cosmic god, even if it is a totem fit. Not everyone can do it.

The bright **** can be displayed so quickly, it is conceivable that this is how much determination is needed. After all, this secret method has a lot of sequelae.

"You are very strong, really strong, but unfortunately you shouldn't force me to make a totem fit!" The bright son of the **** is cold, "Now let you see, what is despair!"

After the fit.

The body of the bright **** is a lot bigger, and the twelve wings dance behind him.

"Bright God Boxing!"

Twelve wings were instantly turned into twelve hands, and twelve fists were also appearing in front of the black dollar.

After the combination, whether it is speed or strength, the Light God has stepped into a new level, which is the invincible strength of the world.

In the vicinity of this mountain of the gods, the brightest son of the gods is the innocent.

Twelve fists are enough to easily break anyone into pieces.

This attack by the bright **** of the gods is too superficial in the eyes of the Black Emperor. This is the fighting style that the guy who first entered the universe **** will use, and the least technical content.

"The universe is very strong!" The black dollar is faint, with one hand in front of it, a barrier in front of it, twelve shadows on the barrier, the barrier is slightly sunken, but can not be broken.

From the first time the **** of light, the **** of the universe, was stopped by the other side.

The bright and sacred **** of the face, the whole person is not natural, as if being poured by a cold water, from the beginning to the end.

"The treasure, it must be a treasure!"

The bright **** of the spirit raised his spirit and told himself that as long as he broke this treasure, he would win.

There is a time limit after the totem fits.

"I really underestimated you!" The **** of light did not think of the strength of the universe, and any cosmic **** is a vesting. At the same time, the cosmic **** is not so good.

too difficult!

As a bright god, he can't guarantee that he can be a cosmic god.

The bright **** of the gods shot again, still the bright **** of the temple of light, the storm and the storm, the cover to the black dollar, the people watching from afar are numb.

The power of the cosmic **** is really too thick, straight to the yellow dragon.

Looking at the person behind him, under the impact of the power of the cosmic god, it has long become a Jedi. The former ruins have also turned into powder. If it is not the leftover left in the distance, who can believe that this is Wanshan City.

"How is it still not broken!"

The bright gods and fists have been applied for several times, and they can't break the thin layer of defense barrier, every time it seems to be on cotton.

This feeling is very bad.

"You are too weak!" Black dollar shook his head, "Light God fist!"

The black dollar is not moving, one shot, the same light of the gods.

A holy light appears!

Everyone closed their eyes subconsciously.

The bright **** of the whole person flew out, while flying and spurting blood, the totem fit state also failed.

A punch, the light of the gods back to the prototype.

"The light **** is caught!"

"No way!"

"Impossible!"

"Look carefully, who is not the brightest son of the man!"

Everyone looked and saw the powerful and incredible guy. He was carrying a vomiting person on his left. The man was the bright god, and it seemed to be in a coma.