Chapter 2517： Three strokes to get the waste

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Jin Hao has never handed over to the Emperor, and the two had only met at the military conference.

Although the "Yin Yin" is an old general of the gods, the military career has been blank for many years because of the disappearance.

Compared with other generals, the military power is much less. If the first marshal is excluded from the public opinion, he is recommended to become the general. He is now just an ordinary general.

Even so, "蚩印" is the most junior of all the generals.

The Emperor did not seem to hear Jin Hao’s words. He turned his head and looked at the night.

"How many strokes?"

At night, the eyebrows are picking up, and some are inexplicable.

"What are the tricks?"

"I asked you, the last time I defeated this waste, how many tricks did I use?"

When the words came out, the entire school field was awkward.

Kim’s face was distorted.

"蚩印, who are you swearing?!"

If the emperor did not hear it, he just stared at the night.

"Ten strokes, but if it is done now, there are at most five strokes."

At night, the corner of the mouth was hooked, and it was very bad to return.

"Three strokes."

The Emperor's eyes are picking up, and the bottom of his eyes is full of evil spirits.

hiss--

Without such insulting people, actually said that three strokes can defeat the generals?

This time the general of the first legion of the sergeant was smashed.

In the presence of a sigh of relief, Jin Hao was so angry that he almost smoked his head.

In the middle of the night, I turned a blind eye, so I was an emperor. I had to compete with him at this time.

Three strokes are three strokes. He actually said that he can defeat Jin Jin in five strokes. It is already a bit exaggerated.

The strength of Jin Xiao’s kid is quite strong in the generals of the Divine Legion. What's more, this kid has heard that this kid has been married for nine nights.

In order to lay a good relationship with the Sixth Army, he gave him a set of war **** soldiers.

War God soldiers, comparable to high-level artifacts, a set of war **** soldiers, enough to make Jin Hao's strength increase by 40%.

That is to say, the gold plaque in front of the eyes has reached the repair of the emptiness, comparable to the strength of the half marshal level.

"The surname is 蚩, who are you who are squandered!"

Kim’s forehead, blue veins, and a flash of light in his eyes.

In his hand, Jin Hao’s hand, a divine power condensed, and a bronze pen appeared.

The bronze pen weighed about five hundred pounds. There was a tiger pattern on the pen. When I looked at it carefully, it was actually made from the bones of the beast.

Look at the pen, a piece of vermilion, needless to say, it is also using human blood red.

This pen is used by the literati to make a pen for painting. In the hands of Kim Min Jong, it is already a murderous murder.

Xuanyuan Tiger Pen!

The night's hustle and bustle slightly shivered, and could not help but secretly.

It seems that this time, nine nights, this is really a bloody, sent a very warrior.

In the realm of the gods, there are not many people who use pens, but Jin Hao uses a pen and a pen to practice as a unique magical power.

It seems that the emperor, this kid, is going to struggle in this time.

The school field boiled again.

In the past seven days of the game, Kim Min Jong was only a melee, and he has not really used the War Gods.

As soon as Xuanyuan’s pen was written, the momentum of Jin’s body suddenly increased by a few.

"I would like to see who is the waste."

Kim’s body method has suddenly increased a few points. The power of the gods is like a murderous murder. It’s like the north wind whistling, and the entire school field has a hurricane.

The public only feels that there is a flower in front of him. Jin Hao has turned into a dawn, falling from the sky, and has already appeared directly above the emperor.

"God is all-around, blood-stained mountains and rivers!"

A drop of blood ink, shot from the Xuanyuan Tiger pen, the blood ink suddenly condensed into blood, like countless blood arrows. Straight down.

Hey!

On the school ground, a number of potholes were blown up on the road, and the stone fragments flew, and the smoke and dust immediately swallowed the figure of the emperor.

But I thought that everyone thought that "printing" must be deeply hurt.

"This is your greatest ability? It seems that I still underestimated you, two strokes, enough."

The emperor's figure is like a ghost, suddenly from the ground to the sky.

He stood in the wind and the sun slanted down. His armor was under the glory, revealing the cold light.

"The Emperor is nine days, the king is coming!"

His thin lips moved.

But seeing his body shape disappear, replaced by a golden sword suspended in midair.

“蚩印?!”

On the school ground, I couldn’t help but riot.

Printing is like disappearing.

On the sword body, Baoguang 璀璨, there is a light and shadow on it, just like the sunset of the sky, the thorns can not open your eyes.

I saw a golden man, crossed the eyes of everyone, and also crossed the body of Kim Min Jong.

Giggle -

A weird voice came in the direction of Kim Min Jong.

In the hands of Kim Min Jong, the one-of-a-kind tiger pen broke down.

Kim’s body trembled, and a **** smell of blood was rolling in his throat.

In his eyes, there was too much emotion.

When the golden light came, he seemed to see the **** of death and opened a giant net to him.

A deadly atmosphere of death, crushed.

puff--

A spurt of blood came from the mouth of Kim Min Jong. He was swaying and his knees were heavy on the floor.

The God of War, the Emperor and the Tiger, broke in the ground.

In midair, the giant sword gradually disappeared, and the emperor once again showed his figure.

He is condescending and squatting down.

"Two...two moves."

The dead silence on the school ground, the next moment, the silence is for a boiling ocean,

In the eyes of all the gods, there is a reverence of color, looking up at the sky, the man who is more dazzling than the setting sun.

In the middle of the night, I licked my lips, and the expression on my face was like a stepping on it.

When he last played against the Emperor, the strength of the other party was not so strong.

Or is it that this kid is letting him?

Let him? !

It’s just that this idea makes the nighttime depression vomiting blood.

"Congratulations to the first marshal, Jiangshan Cup has talents."

The third marshal congratulated the first marshal.

"The first marshal, your people have realized the mystery, how can you be secret?"

The sixth marshal was so angry that his face was red.

"That kid, actually realized the righteousness!"

The first marshal in the stands ignored the manners and jumped up and did not hear the words of the two marshals.

Please, he also knows that the boy was born, and he actually realized the righteousness.

Even he must be concealed as a marshal, and he is too deep to hide this kid. He must be stunned when he returns. He has a long face and a long face!

The other marshals present were also shocked, and at the same time envied the first marshal, and they were able to win this battle. The future of the First Corps must be even more powerful.

With the humanized sword, the sword and the lingering clouds, the seal of the First Legion was actually a realization of the mysterious magical power that is higher than the magical skills of God.

In the face of the righteousness, the war gods will only have to give in.