Chapter 1522

Beilin raised his head silently, and the cruel light flickered in his eyes.

He was beaten again.

Again and again!

He's tired!

More, irritable!

Beilin silently clenched his fists, his eyes twinkled, his hands clenched into fists, and the sound of breathing gradually became more real.

"I said so."

"Don't push an inch!"

"You are the biggest waste!"

"You don't know how sad it is for me to meet such a waste as you!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! Waste! Total waste!"

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Bang

If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

Beilin slapped haometeor in the face one after another, and then kicked him out. Haometeor, the son of the Lord of Haotian Pavilion, fell to the ground like snow in the sky. Because he landed on his face, his face was in intimate contact with the earth at the moment.

Today is destined to be the theme of slapping!

Slap each other, slap to burst!

Haotiange cultivators who are attacking in front are already faced with many difficulties. At this moment, seeing that the two managers behind start fighting each other again, their morale suddenly drops madly.

Here's a chicken feather

They were beaten to death in front and suffered heavy injuries. On the contrary, the two managers were not enterprising and were still fighting against each other

Where does this make them reason? There is even an extreme sense of sadness and helplessness.

it's too hard!

They have to face the unrestricted projectile attack of practitioners with devil weapons

But also accept inexplicable skin ulceration and aging

We also have to fight against all kinds of skeleton soldiers, skeleton dragons and skeleton monsters in front of us

Mentality, really fried!!

"Brothers! Stop fighting! If you continue to rush forward, you will die! Neither the Dharma protector of Beilin nor young master meteor plans to fight well. Why are we working so hard?"

"That's it! Run! We have a hard stubble this time!"

"If the idea sticks, don't run to death!"

"Ha ha... Those masters don't pay attention to our dead war. They are still engaged in civil strife!"

"It's really bad luck to follow such a master for eight lifetimes!"

"What else can you say?"

"Go! Run! Get out!"

……

A wave of flight formed.

The practitioners of Haotian Pavilion who had just rushed up ran towards both sides before the law heavy machine gun Corps launched a comprehensive fire.

The scene was once very pleasant.

This battle should be regarded as the most random battle conducted by Fang fan.

From beginning to end, there was a sense of indifference.

The other side's coach doesn't matter, and the other side's soldiers are even more joking.

Within three minutes of the war, nearly a third of the enemy's soldiers were scattered.

If this momentum continues, it will not take long for it to collapse in an all-round way.

"All legions, press over!"

"Give them a final blow!"

Fang fan stretched out and looked casual and silent.

……

Hao meteorite, the son of the Lord of Haotian Pavilion who was kicked to the ground, silently pulled his head out of the soil, then wiped the soil on his face, and his eyes became cloudy in an instant

Face, lost.

Head can be broken, blood can flow, face can not be lost!

Haometeorite looked at Beilin in the sky with his hands clenched. He vowed... To find a chance to kill him!

Even if you don't hesitate to return to Haotian Pavilion, with the help of your father! Do this, too! We must do it!

If you dare to beat him now, won't you dare to kill him directly in the future?