Chapter 1522

Beilin raised his head in silence, and the fierce light in his eyes twinkled.

He was beaten again.

Once, again!

He, tired of it!

More, fidgety!

Beilin clenched his fists in silence, his eyes twinkled, his hands clenched into fists, and his breath gradually became more real.

"I said so."

"Don't push your luck!"

"You are the biggest waste!"

"You don't know how sad I am to meet you such a trash!"

"Go away! Get out of here! Get out of here! waste material! Total waste

Pa

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa

Bang

If it does not break out in silence, it will perish in silence.

Beilin slapped Haoyan ten times in succession, and then kicked him out of the room. Hao's body, like the snow in the sky, fell to the ground. Because he landed on his face, his face was in touch with the earth.

Today is destined to be the theme of slapping!

Slap each other, slap to blow!

The Haotian Pavilion cultivator who is attacking in front of him is already in great difficulty. At the moment, he sees the two commanders in the back fighting each other again, and his morale drops wildly.

It's a chicken feather

They were killed and killed in front of them, and they were seriously injured. However, the two commanders were not eager to make progress and were still fighting each other

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

It's too hard!

They have to face the unrestricted bullet attack of those who hold the devil's weapon

Also accept the inexplicable skin ulceration and aging

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

Mentality, really fried!!

"Brothers! Stop fighting! Go ahead and die! Neither Beilin Dharma protector nor young master meteor intend to fight hard. What are we doing so hard? "

"Yes! Run! This time we have a hard stubble

"If you have a good idea, don't run and die!"

"Ha ha Those masters don't pay attention to our death war, they are still engaged in civil strife

"To follow such a master is really a bloody mildew for eight generations!"

"What else can you say?"

"Go! Run! Get out of here

……

A wave of fleeing formed.

Just rushed up Haotian Pavilion practitioners, before the law heavy machine gun corps to carry out a full range of fire, they ran to both sides.

For a time, the scene seemed very pleasant.

This battle should be regarded as the most casual battle carried out by Fang fan.

From the beginning to the end, there was a feeling of indifference.

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

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

It won't be long before it collapses.

"All the legions, get over it!"

"Give them the last blow!"

Fang fan stretched himself, and his face was free and silent.

……

Hao Chou, the son of Haotian garret master who was kicked to the ground, pulled his head out of the mud, and then wiped the mud on his face. His eyes suddenly became cloudy

Face, lost.

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

Hao meteor maliciously looks at the North Forest in the sky, hands clenched, he swears Look for a chance to kill him!

Even if you go back to Haotian Pavilion, with the help of your father! Do it! It has to be done!

If you dare to beat him now, will you not dare to directly kill him instead?