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"No wonder you are so confident."

"It turns out that he has such a power of blood."

"It seems that the power of your blood is different from what I have seen."

Chonglou looks at Yanmo, a face surprised to say.

"Have you ever seen the power of the blood of my Yan family?"

Hear the words of Chonglou, Yan Mo is also a little surprised.

"Yes."

"But my friend killed me."

"Strength, that's it."

Chonglou has a face that can't be looked at.

The heavy building this facial expression, but is lets the Yan Mo to be angry.

"You are looking for death to kill my Yan family."

Yan Mo is an angry face.

The competition arena is covered with ice.

The temperature of the surroundings also drops in an instant.

"It's just the blood power of Bingjia holy bird. Even if it's a little stronger, it's just the blood of the inferior holy bird."

"If you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's still not enough with your strength."

Chonglou shook his head and said.

Although Yan Mo's bingjiashengniao blood is much stronger than Yan Feixun's.

However, the power of shengpin's blood can't be compared with the chance of Chonglou.

Let's not say that the Deming holy body of the Deming God King, even the barbaric holy body and the half hanging Deming holy body of the Chonglou, can kill Yanmo.

Chonglou cultivates many scriptures, and has gained the chance of God King level for many times.

Ordinary physical strength alone can resist the holy body.

"Arrogance."

"The power of my blood is the blood of the holy king."

"It's not the common blood of the inferior saint."

"Let's show you the power of the holy King's blood."

Yan Mo is more intense urge the power of blood in the body.

"Ah."

"I've made it very clear that you, the power of the blood of the iceberg holy bird, really can't do it."

"If you wake up to the power of the real holy king, maybe I will feel a little bit hard."

"Of course, even if it's the power of the real holy king, I'm just having a hard time."

"Not to mention that the power of your so-called holy King's blood is only half hanging, not even half hanging."

Chonglou spoke again and commented.

For the evaluation of Chonglou, Yan Mo's face turns white.

His eyes were full of anger.

The anger in his eyes, want to burn the tower.

"Insult my Yan Family's bingjiashengniao blood power, give me to die."

"Bingjiasheng Xuanyi."

Yan Mo roars.

The terrible force of the ice condensed the wings of the ice carvings.

That pair of wings, incomparably sharp, as if like a sword blade in general.

Cut the tower straight.

A stamp at the foot of the tower.

Dense obsidian, like a hill, stands in front of the tower.

"Boom."

The wing of bingjiasheng hits the Obsidian like a stone array.

Only half of the Obsidian was cut open, and all the power was consumed.

Yan Mo this roar of a blow, the power is also general.

"It seems."

"You don't have the power of the holy King's blood. It seems that's really the way it is."

Chonglou shook his head and said again.

"Chonglou, what are you arrogant about?"

"This is just a test of your strength."

"Now, that's when I really do it."

"Get ready to die."

"With this blow, you will die."

"Bingjia Shengyi chop!"

The shadow of the ice gargoyles reappears.

Just this time.

The virtual shadow of bingjiashengniao is just like the real one. It appears in front of Chonglou in a beautiful way.

Such a beautiful bird is full of danger.