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The seventh hundred and seventh chapter!

The light flashes, Lin Yun and Qin Yang are almost at the same time on the dragon platform, each looks up, and the eyesight look at each other.

Among the half-air, the intersection of the two sights, faintly fierce, splashing collision.

In addition to the dragonstat, a watching battle is quite nervous. This battle will not be quite interesting.

It does not mention the grievances between the two, and the two in the seven groups are all winning, winning the nine games.

The respective Yuxi is plundering the quantity of huge amount of mysterious, no matter who lost, will win the end, lose the huge amount of Xuan Huang.

Second, it is the strength of the two.

Qin Yang doesn't have to say more. He is the terrible terrible of the old demon. It is hardly encountered in the seven groups.

All the way, no one can support him ten strokes, and the means is cruel.

Anyone who is almost seriously injured and cannot continue to participate in the competition.

As for Lin Yun, there is no doubt that it is definitely a new star that cannot be ignored.

He is too mysterious, everyone recalls carefully, and some surprised discovery.

Lin Yun's many battles, winning is four flat and steady, and it can be found, but don't spend how much it is.

It's just that the win is not a sensation, I have not attracted the attention of people. When he waited for him, he suddenly found the horror of Lin Yun.

Qinyang double eyes slightly, the face showed a cold and cold, smiled: "Lin Yun, your good luck is here.

I also thought that you can't touch you in the accumulation, and the fate said that it is still in my life.

You are the grievances, it should also be a knot!

Boom!

In the instant of the voice, Qinyang suddenly ignited the flame flame, a horrible flame pressure was pulled.

The light shines on the whole dragon platform, and the endless percentage of the endlessly fell on Lin Yun. He did not seem to hide the strength.

"Strong flame pressure!

"Awakened the enchanting of the flame will, it is different, a little horrible.

"The strongest base card of the sword passengers is the sword, Qin Yang refers to the flame will, and the Xuanyang in cooperation with the town of Xuanyang Temple is enough to be completely afraid of the other's sword.

Looking at Qinyang's four flames, everyone stunned with meat, and his body's thick flame real yuan gave people the feelings such as Wang Yang's sea.

It is obviously the very deep realm of Xuanyang to refine the Xuanyang to refine Xuanyang. Otherwise it is so horrible.

"Lin Yun, you have three times, sin, I have reached the limits for your endurance.

Today, this battle, if you accept it, if you don't admit defeat, I will let you die, like a dog, just asking me to kill you!

Along with the true elevation, Qin Yang double eyes opened, and the cold is in the cold.

Its teeth are cut, and the word is said.

The killing of the discourse, is surging, and the rising dragon platform that is shine is like a lot of cold.

"Strong kill!

"This Qinyang seems to be really angry. He is a bit weird, which is a bit weird, but it is not possible to kill many olders.

"Lin Yun is a little kicking the iron plate, so contrast, this Qinyang is more than too much in the Yaoyu, the purple moon.

The quarterly said that he saw the strong Qinyang, and he was not very good to see Lin Yun, and his connection was afraid to end.

Lin Yunxin is dark, this guy is really endless, I have never I want to pay attention to each other.

Still like a leather sugar, the swing is not going, so, it will always like to put a victim's appearance, disgusting.

"All right.

I know that you are very angry, let me kneel on the ground like a dog.

But say so much, you, you will end it, you will end it.

People will dream, but your dream is slightly different, will wake up.

It's very strange, the other party's screams let Lin Yunxiang have no floods, and they are somewhat terrible.

If it is a year ago, I was afraid that I couldn't stand it at all, I have already moved my heart.

It can be reached at this moment, Lin Yun's heart is high, and it has already been the past.

The two levels have long been different. He is a person who is heart to the big generation. His swordway is going to have a big world in Su Ziyao.

At that person, the people are like dragons, do not ask for a long time to be a big era of dreaming, and they are vigorous and vigorous.

I really don't want to grind the opponent, too nonsense.

"you!

you!

The color of Qin Yang is red, Lin Yun has some impatient tone of ignorance, so that he is angry.

His body is full of enchanting, all the way to win, and why was so looked too much.

He is the top of the enchantment!

"Looking for death!

Qin Yang roared, stepping out step, the flames were surged.

At this moment, the flames of the flames are much fierce than the previous time, which condenses the meaning of the cold killing, so that this flame is more powerful.

Under the fire, the meaning of killing, as if the demon is roaring, impacting Lin Yun's mind.

It seems that Lin Yun standing in front of him is just an ants of anything.

As Qinyang is approaching, the flame of the flame is emitted, and the more firing is like a life like life.

Dare to know me? I will let you pay for it!

kill!

Qin Yang smiled, in the anger, the horrible flames were accompanied by the surging of the truth, and completely boil.

Bang!

Lin Yun, a step-by-step, suddenly rushing through the extremely high body law.

The fire suddenly disappeared, and his whole people disappeared in the vision of everyone. When he once again appeared, the whole platform was violently trembled, "Xuanyang Trien!

Qin Yang showed his ten meters in front of Lin Yun, and his people were in the air, raised his hand and went down.

Time has an endless flame real yuan to gather in his palm, in the blessing of the flame will, that is, such as Wang Yangzhi concentrates more than ten times.

In his palm, it is comparable to the big day, and the glare of the light will not open his eyes, and the breakdown of the empty, and the past is over.

Purple Sword, I am Fanghua!

Promoting to the eleven violet swords, quietly reversed, a pound of the purple broth is slow and slowly rotating after Lin Yun.

Between rotation, his body has a very horrible breath, and raises his hand.

Ten fingers, God swords have a spirit.

Reversing the sword, sacrificed Lin Yun, who made the bombing the sword, and his hands smoothly smooth.

The flash of flexing, the pointer is shining, and the flame real yuan is concentrated in the light of the big day, and it is broken.

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The real yuan exploded, the horrible remaining waves, and Qin Yang's heart was shocked to defend out.

"Damn!

Qin Yang was shocked. Although he had already been expected, this killing could not really hit Lin Yun.

Never thought that the other side of the sword did not come out, and he gave it.

Ploth plot!

The heart is suddenly jumped, a panic color, appearing in the eyes.

The confidence that before before, is slowly collapsed, he needs to be a long scope, do it, otherwise it is likely to defeat.

"Dream should wake up.

At this time, his ear suddenly sounded a cold voice, and the drops were down, and the chicken skin was all got.

what happened? The Qin Yang's pupil is shrinking, and I look at it, Lin Yun, is not moving in front.

not good!

During the quite, Qin Yang felt a fatal threat and his face changed.

"Xuan Dong Shengyang Print!

Double-handed crazy printed, dark golden flame real yuan with a strange speed, in his body, his breath, soared, reaching the point of incoming thinking.

"I see what trick you play ..."

Qinyang is gloomy, this is the end of this card, he is intended in the qualifying battle, but he didn't expect to be used by Lin Yun.

However, in a word, he has not finished. In his vision, Lin Yun's figure suddenly disappeared.

Have a dazzling sword light, keep amplifying in his pupil until it is completely full of fullness in his double-eyed, anything is unable to see.

Hey!

The strange dark golden flame, there is no time to cover the heads of Qinyang, the blood, the sword light, the people of Qin Yang flew out.

A sword, the body is separated.

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The funeral flowers of the blood, under the humming of the sword, clear and cold, just like a flowers in autumn water.

The world disgraces me, bulges me, laughs me, light me, belire me, let me, how to place it? If there is a sword, it will be killed.

When the burial flowers are too cold, you need to drink the blood.