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Ye Zhou and candlestle have come up with a tragic fight, and the is blooming, like blood fire in burning.

The power of the , the power of the two is impacted and swept.

Candlella makes a variety of powerful war skills, big hands like a monument, constantly shoot, and hard work with Yezikawa.

Ye Zichuan is stronger is his own flesh, is his invincible will and belief.

He started from the thirtieth, all the way to the present, with this will, is invincible, and it is.

The candleur will feel that he is suffering from the impact. Every time the other party has a punch, not only acts in his flesh, but his heart and soul are also shocking.

If it is not a definitely firm belief, facing such an invincible boxing, I am afraid that I have already awkward, there is no heart.

The candlestle is screaming, and behind the back, there is a pair of burning wings, and the essentials are clearly visible.

All blood light is rolled back, and the powerful vitality is filled. His injury is restored by the speed visible to the naked eye, and it stands in the peak state in an instant.

He has a hands-on-hand printed, the body surface has a dense road pattern, intertwined together, constitutes a diagram of comparative and metaphorn.

"Tiandi four squares, sea seal!"

A little, the time and space here is changed.

Ye Zichuan feels that his four sides have produced a dramatic change, there is a terrible force coming from all directions, and he wants to seal him!

This force is too strong, like the strength of the entire original space role in his body, three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends, in ruthless squeezing him.

Leaf Chuanxuan is smog and surging, countless dust is luminous, like being lit.

This is like a mysterious factor, which contains Xuanao Mo Mo's power, and it is in here.

The fog sea is surging, the dust is rising.

What happened, countless dust, it turned into countless stars, dense numbers, not exhausted, and surmped it in all directions.

Looking at it is clearly a dusty dust, but now it seems to be a big star, each contains a powerful force.

Every sharp flower from the fog, with countless stars.

The fog sea flourishing, like a star sea, then raised a lotus wave.

Bang!

The interest of the thorn is bloom here. It is a countless star in the impact, hit the power of the surrounding strength, a big explosion, and the world's energy is in full, so that all the array on the ring is all recovered.

Ye Zichuan is striding, driving the foggy sea, set off the madness and stunning.

boom!

He fists, condensed with the road with his own, and the spirit of the gods, the invincible!

I can't see his figure, only one wirappus is like a big day.

The whole time and space was pushed by this terrible boxing, and there was a change, even the whole platform, it seems to move so little.

Compared to powerful strength, it is more terrible that the idea of ​​condensed in the fist.

They have seen Ye Zichuan countless times, but they will bring them strong shock every time, even if they are watching, they can feel a strong soul impact.

Finally, in a dramatic fried, the power of the town was bombarded, and the fist was smashed by Yezawa.

He took a slight fog, and every spray was turned, it was countless big star.

The candlestle felt the boundless pressure, he took off his hands, behind the wings behind, then a huge godbird appeared here, emitted the sound of gold cracking stone, burned the flame, burn the sea The breath fell into the sea of ​​fog.

Dust rushing, turning countless big star, the huge godbird is crushed in an instant, completely blown.

Ye Zichuan is in a special state, the spirit is highly concentrated, and the whole body is tight. He has some feelings that you can't feel it. It seems that all have become such a dust.

The candlelight is not weak, and the permanent energy is inexhaustible. It seems that there is no end, the big step forward, the dragon row, and rushed to rush to a more powerful gesture.

The battle became more fierce, and the two played dark, and the time and space was broken, and the Qiankun reversed.

This can be said to be the strongest battle so far.

As the third power of the ranks, the strength of the candlelight is undoubted, and it is considered to be the most promising to promote the heavens.

And Ye Zichuan has been a dozen battles, there is no rest, but also to fight so, let everyone look like it.

The time he practice is not long, the old age is already young, but he is more young than the candlestle.

However, the purple gas he refined is much enough, not less than the candle, so there is a power now and the strength of the candle.

One hour has passed, two hours have passed, until half a day, the battle of the two has not been divided.

Every collision means that the vents of pounds, but the two don't know how many times, the power is actually not exhausted, like it is not finished.

And this battle continues, it is more expected by everyone.

Football three days!

After three days, this battle was divided into the winning and losing.

In a bright ray, two figure hit together, then a flock.

The sky is blood, like the flame of the blood color in combustion.

The rays are too strong, and they can't miss anyone.

Someone is in front, but after a few steps, he turned to the ground.

Another person took a few steps, but it stabilized his body and didn't let yourself fall.

"Lost ..."

"It is the leaves of Ye."

"He consumes too much, and it really does not stick to the end."

"After all, it is still defeated."

Some people have a little sorry, some are somewhat.

If Ye Zichuan is able to rest, this battle may win, winning the rate, even more than the candle.

But he is too strong, too fierce, and some arrogant, and finally leads to his failure.

Yuan Cang stands in the distance, touch the black cat inside, with a smile: "This kid ..."

"This little child is true." The sound of the black cat rang in his mind.

Finally, the light was over, and it was able to see the figure of the two.

"That is?"

But when people standing, everyone has grown up, and the eyes are rapid.

"How can it be?"

The people standing are blood, the whole body is broken, and the injury is horrible.

But his face is clear, especially the one of the eyes, it's too sharp, too hobbing.

Not Ye Zichuan still?

A burst of taking the sound of the cold air sounded, and the moment it was in an instant.

Ye covering the sky!