Mystical Supreme Martial Soul

The real dragon roared furiously, the eight Qi roared wildly, and the fierceness was like a catharsis of the Tianhe, and the scene was extremely amazing.

"The group battle skills are quite powerful. Maybe I should also look for such tasks to do. The ten martial arts form an array, and their power will be unimaginable."

Chu Feng thought about it.

The Dragon Department led by Zhao Long really gave him a big surprise.

Relying on combat skills, he resisted Yaki's offensive

Judging from the relaxed appearance of the Dragon Division players, there should be some spare energy left.

"kill"

Okamoto and Yamao also shot

Both of them are half-step cultivators.

Ninjutsu

Both of them are masters of Kaga Ninja, and their methods are very strange.

"Clearly"

Gang itself is tall, but not dexterous, and the disappearing figure suddenly appeared.

Holding a two-handed sword, he came to the front of the Dragon Department's battle formation.

shhhhhh

Shanxiong has a white face and no beard, and his figure is disillusioned in the void. Every time he appears, there are pieces of Kuwu tearing the sky and flying over.

Kunai is pitch black as ink, flickering with dim light

Shanxiong's body is so strange that it is difficult to judge the direction.

"Humph"

Yan Qinghan and Yu Linglong looked at each other and rushed out at the same time.

"Zhentian Xinghe Sword"

clank clank

Yan Qinghan waved the long sword in his hand, and between the stars, the sword energy was like a river of stars, and it came out vertically and horizontally.

Dangdang

The sword glow that Okamoto burst out was easily broken by the sword glow.

Yu Linglong is even more mad

The Divine Fist of Destruction is released, and the fist marks are flying all over the sky. No matter how tricky you are, it is difficult to break through her defense.

"kill"

Zhao Long, who had just retreated, shot out again.

He sat down with Bi Fang Changming and took him directly into the cultivators of Fusang Kingdom.

In ancient times, there was Zhao Zilong, who entered the army seven times and went out seven times.

Today, there is Zhao Long. Among the Fusang players, he is galloping horizontally and horizontally, and no one can resist his edge.

"Damn"

Seeing this, Baqi's expression changed greatly. He used Baqi's big snake martial spirit to resist the roar of the black dragon, and then waved his fist to face Zhao Long.

Zhao Long waved the silver bullet and the silver spear in his hand.

The mysterious shooting, only three shots, is to pick Yaqi away

"Chance"

The eyes of the players in the Dragon Department suddenly lit up at this time. As their hand tricks changed, the power of the black dragon's roar was driven to the extreme.

Chilla

In the roar, the black dragon slaughtered out, its sharp claws slapped on a head of Yaqi, and the snake head exploded suddenly.

"puff"

Wuhun was injured, and Yaqi was attacked. He immediately coughed up blood, and his breath was sluggish.

"kill"

Seeing this, Zhao Long's eyes became even colder.

He urged Bi Fang to charge at extreme speed, with the spear in his hand, stabbing it in the chest of Yaqi without any pretense.

Text Chapter [-]: The King of Chinese Soldiers, the Spirit of Sniper Rifle!

boom

Zhao Long stabbed with a spear, and Long Yin moved for nine days

Longwei vibrated, like a volcano erupting.

The sky is full of spears, and if the volcano spews, the endless spiritual energy is intertwined, drowning the Yaqi