There seems to be nothing wrong with …
So vast that there was no movement for no reason. Wen Zhong frowned deeply, opened his eyebrows and scanned the battlefield carefully. The black fog seemed to infiltrate …
Not good! Wen Zhong heart a tight young drink a way "all the people listen to the newsletter from the battle sequence retreat to array".
Although Lu Zhi, the four generals of the Magic Family, had some regrets that he couldn’t kill a carefree man, it was Wen Zhong who heard the commander’s orders above all else and slowly restrained the soldiers to retreat.
Excavate is proficient in the art of war, even if he is very confused in his heart, he knows that he should not give up the pursuit and restraint at this time, and people will quickly execute orders. What’s worse, through these days, Excavate has been very profound and has a strategy, which is very comparable to his own master Wen.
The Shang army broke away from the battle and gradually returned to the array. Sergeant Dog Rong also got a breathing space. Finally, there was no annihilation, and gradually gathered in Shuaiqi to form a formation to stabilize his position.
The earth trembles and the huge white skeleton rises from the ground, which seems to be a tiger’s eyes, and two green flames are beating in the bone cavity, which is particularly strange.
The disturbing spell stopped hanging in all directions, and the priest shouted some incomprehensible syllables and waved his arms frequently. With each wave, a skeleton or human figure or animal shape would rise.
"Ha ha ha ha ….." The battlefield echoed with JiXiong puffed up unbridled smile "Three-eyed old thief today is your death ….." If people sob next to JiXiong, less than 30% of the survivors of a war are all elite and strong. The throne JiXiong no longer expects to worry more about the fate of the tribe.
"I wish my family would never decline, and Ji Xiong would regret it." Whispering in a low voice, Ji Xiong realized this moment for the first time in his life. Looking at the past, he deeply regretted that there was no turning back and he could move on.
"These are ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
In the regression array, Wen Zhong’s face was livid, and he seemed to want to choose a person. Behind him, Excavate and the four brothers of the Devil’s Family also felt this repressed murderous look.
Slowly close your eyes and beat your eyes. Wen Zhong murmured, "Disturbing the rest of the dead and desecrating the souls of the dead can’t forgive you … damn it."
With the end of the declaration, Wen Zhong’s figure flies like the wind to the altar in the south, and he doesn’t hide his murderous look. When he meets the road, he just grabs the dragon’s golden whip and smashes it, and it is even more horrible to be smashed into powder.
Excavate shook his head and sighed, and he was very dissatisfied with his commander’s desertion of the army. The handsome man should sit firmly in the army account, and the three armed forces reprimanded Fang Qiu for breaking into the array alone? What is this-it’s just a brave man.
The army was completely besieged, and Nai Li Jingneng acted as deputy commander in chief to make the army form a defensive formation and sit tight and not move.
The priest who was locked by Wen Zhong was the one whose mind was hurt by Wen Zhong. His arms were dripping with cold sweat and panic, and he even waved his arms in an attempt to stop this terrible opponent from moving forward.
Wen Zhong is still in a hurry, and there is no delay. The difference between the two strengths is too far, and Wen Zhong’s thunder punishment force is the best. Large pieces of light thunder mountain gush out and interweave into a mesh cover to the front of the white bone monster group
Contact with Lei Guang’s net-bone beast struggled and roared, but it didn’t help. At last, it couldn’t get away. It bound the position of eyes, and the fire of the soul became dim. The breeze blew and swayed and gradually faded away.
He finally came to the front … The southern priest’s heart was depressed, pale and enlarged to the extreme. The pupil was so dull and dead, his eyes were clear and the golden whip was reflected in it, wrapped in terrible beating, and Thunder Mountain gradually enlarged and went straight into the gloomy day.
I’m finally dying … I miss my wife and children at home … The southern priests’ hearts are calm as never before. When they were priests, their lives flowed quietly from their hearts (yiy). This is a dash).
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Wen Zhong hand dragon golden whip with thunderous potential toward the southern priests top door smashed down suddenly interrupted a ash-this is such as clear eyes with a thick … Well, hope for sweetness.
The golden whip slowed down and fell firmly.
Disturb the rest of the dead-death
Blasphemy the soul of the dead-death
Their feelings … Can pity their sins … Hard to forgive! !
Blood trickled from the forehead, and the southern priest struggled to lift his head. The drizzle washed away the dead face, and the heavy clouds came into his eyes. A trace of sadness slipped through the priest’s eyes.
Finally, I’m going to die … It’s a pity that I can’t embrace the blue sky again. It’s so beautiful … so beautiful …
The southern priest struggled to stretch out his arms, and the scenery in his eyes became more and more gloomy. A touch of bright red fell from the corner of the sky and spread straight. The whole sky was blue and disappeared, leaving a gloomy sky. The peaceful grassland is gone, and the killing is violent.
The bright red canopy in the eyes of priests is even more so.
….. Very tired …
Fatigue struck the southern priests, who closed their eyes and sank into darkness. Their arms drooped and their thin bodies fell on their backs.
Wen Zhong put the dragon golden whip across his chest, washed by rain and stained with his blood, and slipped a trace of sadness and nostalgia. At this moment, he missed the isolated overseas island-Penglai in the East China Sea; And it will always be a teenager’s appearance in Tsing Yi.
I dumped my head and left it to cling to the rain, and my strange thoughts went with me. Either you killed someone or someone killed you. You must not hesitate at all. The teacher’s earnest teachings echoed in my ears.
Wen Zhongxiao smiled heartily, raised my hand and wiped away the water mark of the dragon’s golden whip. With a whip, the white jade altar was destroyed and glanced at the precarious business army camp. Then he rose up and swept to the east in the drizzle.
Big businessmen are all ordinary people, even if they can’t resist these bones. How long will it take to hurry up?
Action is like the wind, and attack is like thunder —— Wind and thunder, Wen Zhong’s attention, 6 pressure and Chilet’s unanimous approval.
Cherette’s heart can’t be killed by Wen Zhong. Without a steady stream of undead supplements, it’s impossible to surround the Shang army. Once Wen Zhong kills the priests in all directions, there will be an ending-Dunjin locks the dragon away/
Surrounded by a beast with broken bones, Wen Zhong approached the altar of the East without stagnation. Suddenly, in my heart, I was surprised and flew back to dodge. At the same time, I caught a glimpse of a white shadow gliding past where I had just stopped.
That’s a bone spear-so fast.
Looking at the place where the bone spear came from, I saw an old man in gray fluttering and holding a white skull staff. Looking around, I couldn’t find any mana fluctuations. My face was as dry as an old tree, and my figure was as thin as a gust of wind that could blow it away. Those deep eyes that didn’t see the roots showed this old extraordinary.
Can the people from all armies be ordinary people? There is an explanation-this old man’s mana is far higher than mine. The more vigilant I am in Wen Zhong, the more I secretly gather mana to cope with the storm that may come at any time.
"The magic Leite of the death of the dog-Rong Buddhist hades has seen the commander of the Shang army." The magic Leite of death smiled and touched his chest with his right hand, with a carefree expression.
Hades? Death? It is unheard of, but even hostility can’t make the statecraft Wen Zhong Ji’s "being original, Penglai Island and Wen Zhong have seen it"
6 pressure Wen Zhong general idea immediately fly and the old man unfathomable being original is not Wen Zhong can cope with now.
Penglai Island?’ Qileite old man smiled at a slight ash immediately. "I’ve heard about Penglai Fairy House’s name and demon emperor’s position, and it’s even more important for Pluto’s position to be on a par with the strong one. It’s a pleasure to see Penglai Island’s highest position." The old man quietly put away his heart and collected Wen Zhong’s own ideas, and the glorious god Pucinio joined his demon emperor after World War I. I’m afraid that Penglai Island’s demon emperor was run for six years, which was not something he could provoke.
Words are slow but not urgent, leisurely and leisurely. The situation of the Shang army is getting worse and worse. Wen Zhong’s heart is anxious and struggling to get rid of this seemingly gust of wind, and he can blow away the skeleton staff in the old man’s hand. The direction he keeps swinging coincides with the direction Wen Zhong Qi Qi is heading for is extremely difficult.
Uncle Shi, why is it so urgent that your old man disappeared? It seems that there is a desperate struggle. Wen Zhong has tightened his hand and the dragon golden whip is just around the corner
The uglier Cherette laughs, the drier the old bark wrinkles into a ball, and step by step he approaches Wen Zhong, pressing his opponent with an avalanche of momentum. In terms of energy level, this man is far from his opponent. See how long he can endure it, even if he cares about the man behind him. Penglai Island dare not kill him, and ask him to lose his ability to intervene in this war.
A blue figure fell straight in front of Wen Zhong, not far away, and received all the coercion against Wen Zhong. "Being original, Penglai Island, Wen Zhong has seen Brother Chilet."
The demon emperor 6 pressed Chilet or touched his chest and bent back.
"Met Martial Uncle" Wen Zhong was overjoyed, devoting himself to a ceremony and then smiling. "With Martial Uncle in charge, my little nephew is relieved that Martial Uncle will come a moment later and Wen Zhong will even suffer."
6 pressure pendulum motioning with his hand criticise "what a lazy little hurry to do your thing, because this friend will naturally be entertained by ShiShu" talk turned to look at the dead magic Leite old man cheerfully.
When pressing, Wen Zhong didn’t say much. He jumped on the east altar with a nod.
The old man in Qileite’s face sank, and his backhand condensed into a bone spear and smashed it at Wen Zhong. He smiled, his right thumb clasped his middle finger, and a beating spark flew out, going round and round, hitting the bone spear, and then went into two phases after it exploded.
6 pressure smile way "Chilet brother sneak attack behind is not a gentleman"
Chilter’s face turned red and argued that "the demon emperor’s pavilion made fun of the seat of death, but it was not a gentleman. He just invited interesting children to have a discussion."
"Oh?" 6. Scold the old man with a full face and a dark face. "Since Brother Qileite is interested, why don’t you learn a thing or two from being original?"
"That’s what I’m thinking." Listen to the 6-pressure challenge. Qilei hurriedly took over the hand of Hades who deliberately ignored the strange look. Except for those old guys, he always bullied others and was used to bullying others. Which 6-pressure this tender-faced guy was arrogant?
It happens that 6 pressure is not a good crop. When I was a child, my father and uncle were used to covering my grown-up brother with a word of arrogance.
Zhang’s hand released a shield, which was blocking the 6-pressure pop-up spark. In his heart, he cursed "what a rude guy". Kiley chartered the state official to set fire to forbid the people to light a lamp.
Pieces of bone spears were sprinkled and burned completely by 6 pressure. "Brother Qileite, let’s have a look at something fresh. Don’t worry, being original can withstand it."
If I hadn’t felt the underworld in this damn world, I would have recruited an army of undead to tear this damn little thing to pieces. Qiret cursed in his heart. A puff of dough is a smiling vagina. "The Demon Emperor Pavilion wants to be satisfied by itself."
I know that without summoning, the undead magic can’t stand 6 pressure. Qilei put away the skeleton staff and held out a painted black giant sickle, waving it and rushing to 6 pressure.
The giant sickle is dry, thin and awkward.
It’s funny in my heart, but I can’t underestimate the old man’s vast mana saint alone. Few people have a mouth to spit out a large flame. One of them took out a colorful lux sword, which is the innate magic weapon of the 6-life sword-Chiyang sword. After many years of warm cultivation, it may not be 6 years. The demon emperor Rapier’s heaven and earth can be compared with very few.
Chilter stopped to stare blankly at the blazing Yang sword in 6 hands, unable to conceal greed. "This is … an artifact? Master artifact? No, no, no … This spirituality alone may … be comparable to the creation of artifacts in the hands of the ancestors of the gods. "
Scared by his own thoughts, the more greedy Chilet’s eyes are … What an artifact!