Chapter 1202： Kill him

If you kill your heart, you can't hold it anymore!

The negative mountain became the first person to die under the soul of the square war, and it became the first sacrifice in the battle between this court and Tianyuan. When the bull's head was degraded, the blood that had collapsed awakened everyone. After a slight glimpse, the fire in the heart rose with it. Whether it was a small court or a martial arts, it was almost at the same time. Together, their respective forces have been pushed to the extreme. It seems that until this time, they realized that this battle is still far from the end!

Bang!

The field dominated the killing, naturally it was the most fierce and empty, and the two of them joined forces, screaming at the plan of the night gods and the horror of the repairs, killing the negative mountains with a knife. Then they immediately joined hands to the Frost and Tujia chiefs, but the frosty Turtles who were scared only trembled and shouted loudly, and then the body shook, and turned into a snow-white carnivorous appearance. Covered with a layer of white flowers and frost, no tails, no feet, no need, but the speed is terrible, shrinking in the air, and then suddenly stretched out, even like a bow and arrow, they flew out to the sky .

The speed, the speed is amazing, and between the bullets, it almost turned into a light spot.

"I want to escape under my hand, is it so simple? People of different races, **** it!"

Song Yizen, who was in the black robe, spoke openly, and snorted with a low cold, and then his hands instantly formed a French seal.

"Hundreds of soldiers..."

With the formation of his imprint, a mana was soaring, and suddenly it went up against the void.

Rumble!

The truth of the frosty patriarchs has not escaped a dozen miles, and suddenly it was a big disaster. It was like a heavy rain from the air. The weapons of one piece fell from the sky, and the swords and swords were endless. The trivial piece of the void, with the sacred magic, one by one squatting on it, even if it turned into a natural body outside his body has condensed a thick layer of frost, the sword is hard to hurt, but Under this huge force, he was beaten and stunned, and his body fell straight.

"Little bandits, then!"

The fierce air rushed up early, and the iron bar in the palm of the hand swayed, becoming more than a hundred feet long, and slammed over.

"嘭", the face of the frosty patriarch was beaten by the frost, but it was not injured, but the figure could not stop flying in the direction of the square, just like lightning, and the line He also rushed up against him, and the squadron of the war was turned into a fire-pointing gun that burned three real fires. The purple flame spiraled and went straight forward.

"not good!"

In the surrounding, ancient cranes, murderous roads, and even nectarists, etc., can not care for others, but at the same time they must rush to save.

Even if there is not much friendship between them, but after all, they are the same camp, they naturally can not see him so easily killed.

But how can Xiao Xue, Lu Fengxian, and Wang Qiong stand by and watch, even the Shenxiu struggles to shoot, a wooden fish knocked on the back of the ancient crane, forcibly leaving these people in place, only to watch Everything happens...

"Roar……"

The frosty patriarch seems to know a lot, inside the obese body, a sigh of sorrow came out, actually shaken the void, and then began to have a blue flame ignited, wrapped it into a huge fireball, just the temperature of the fireball But it was so low that it was terrible. The void was quickly covered with frost. It formed a hundred-foot-sized ice hockey in the blink of an eye, and it was solidly protected inside, and the ice hockey was still not over time. Stopping grow bigger, no one knows how long it will grow!

"You have a **** mind, I have a fairy way!"

At this time, Fang Xing was also violently screaming, screaming and screaming at the spurs of the three fires.

The bang of the "嘭", the flaming of the purple flame, shattered all the frost wrapped around the frosty earth, and then collided with the blue flame that ignited on it, and even shook it out in the void. A little bit of fireworks, shredded flames, ice crystals, sparks intertwined, it looks beautiful, and in this strange and beautiful background, the gun has been stabbed to the body of the frosty patriarch, the three fires The blue flame and the two kinds of forces are intertwined, creaking, and the fog rises and rises...

"call……"

There was a strong wind blowing, and all the fog was scraped off. The scene that appeared in the field was horrifying.

The shot of Fang Xing directly penetrated the body of the Frosty patriarch, and he was forced to pick him up in the air. The blue blood flowed down the gun, and then it radiated cold and cold, as if it were a long gun. It is covered with a silver-colored shell...

"Hey!"

The long line of guns shook, the frost fragments broke open, and the frosty patriarchs had only one layer of skin left, and I didn’t know where to throw them.

God's little Saint, and then fold one person!

The head of a family of people, the owner of the frosty earth above a large star outside the domain, was actually killed here!

Other gods and small priests, Fengtian League, or all of them, at this time, the mind has become somewhat uncontrollable...

"happy!"

The fiercely empty children, Li Ying and Daofang and others, at the same time, screamed and shivered.

Even Song returned to Zen, but also raised his head at this time, full of magical eyes, shot two Jingjing bright eyes.

"This little bandit is so powerful that it doesn't seem to use me to help him fight..."

Da Jinwu is also very excited, and sighs again and again... It still doesn't know how much he has helped the party inadvertently!

"Hey..."

The Fengtian League all the excitement is full of excitement. The opposite is the Yi people's nectar and other people who are resentful and sorrowful. There are a few stars in the void, and hundreds of terrible fierce bees are straight. They rushed to the side, and each had the power of tyrannical power. It was a mountain and could be easily penetrated by them. If the patriarchs of the Dai came, they would be the strongest and even have the best. It is a terrible race to directly penetrate the power of one big star!

It was only at this time that she was obviously not really looking for a way to fight!

A group of fierce bees were sent to the side, but more, it was directly scattered into a piece, rushing to all directions.

She was directly frightened and daring to escape the road!

After all, she is divided into thousands of people, and only one of them can escape, so they can stay for life.

In a creaking, the repairs only felt that there were bees in the void, and even the care of them could not be taken care of. Perhaps these people could overcome the hands of the nectar, but they could kill her without There are not many escapes from her. Fortunately, at this time, the closing of the big battle has also played a role. Fox Xianji has already waved the flag far away, instead of refining Tianyuandan, but some people are coming. Master this side of the big array, close the door, the focus is on closing the door, once it is running, who can escape?

"Hey..."

All the fierce bees trying to rush out hit an invisible wall and then bounced back.

Fang Xing and empty children, Wang Qiong and others, look at each other, struggle to rush, annihilate a piece of fierce bee, start to smash!

Even Song returned to Zen, this time is also a large sleeve fluttering, although it is still cold and proud, posing a look that is unwilling to join forces with Fang Fang, but when a fierce bee flies in front of him, there is still no trace. A sneak peek, hard to give birth to pinch...

"I... I admit defeat..."

The nectar can't escape, and all the fierce bees have gathered together once again, and once again become the girl who looks like a delicate drop, and the black bee-tailed sword held in his hand is stunned and stunned. I begged: "I admit defeat, I don't want to kill me. The Yi people voluntarily return to Tianyuan, and the princes are the servants. They use honey to make wine, and they use their wings to make a piano.

"Amount... actually surrendered?"

It was a glimpse of the party that was rushing over and fiercely, and she did not expect her to surrender.

And seeing her sincerity, there is no such thing as self-deprecating, but it is like a betrayal of the master’s beggar for praying and returning to the master’s knees. It seems that maybe the Yi people used to be in front of the immortals. Kind of waiter's identity!

"If you spare her life..."

I heard the words "collecting honey and making wine", and I couldn’t get a hand from the side and the empty space. I looked at it.

But before they even discussed the results, Wang Qiong, who was rushing to a pale yellow shirt, the two big rounds were fiercely twisted toward the front, and the screams of the nectar were not sent out, and a head rolled. Falling down, falling towards the abyss, two big eyes screaming at the big, godless looking at the void, the look is full of despair, regret, and some mistakes...

"Oh, why did you kill it?"

Both the party and the empty room felt a little regret, and some complained that they looked back at Wang Qiong.

Wang Qiong also looked at them with no anger. He said coldly: "When she sees a woman, she can't get a hand and can't tell the enemy. In the war, how can you care for the enemy? You Are the heads arched by the pigs?"

I don’t know how to answer the words and the empty space. I turned at the same time and looked at the other direction.

The woman's heart, the bee-tail, looks like it would rather provoke the latter, nor can it provoke the former...

"Are you lost?"

"Haha, have you lost?"

"The Ming Dynasty is so powerful, and the Ming people are so weak, have they been defeated?"

"I clearly have a step closer to becoming a **** of the gods who ruled Tianyuan. How could it be a dream bubble?"

In the sky of the sky, there was already a maddening laughter that sounded like a madness. When you looked at it, it was the first man of the ancient nationality. He was waving the ancient chaotic iron shovel at this time. At the same time, it is obvious that there has been no previous calm state. The whole person seems to be in chaos. The voice seems to cry like a smile, with a deep unwillingness and deep regret...

"This is even more impossible to spare..."

The fierce and empty child saw him, grinning and grinning.

"Not bad..."

Fang nodded, and the bottom of the eye was also a flash of sorrow: "Together, kill him directly!" (To be continued.)

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