The last stroke of chapter 138

The three people were in a good mood and said with a smile, the military and the marshals were in the watershed. Many people who are not diligent in cultivation and who are not savvy will always be in this realm. In the night when the light cold is only seventeen years old, he has achieved such an achievement. In addition to the night whispering in the night, some of them are the closest to the night and the cold, and their status will be The water is rising.

"I have a chance to break through, and these days have worked hard for you!" The night is also very good, and the smile on his face has not been broken.

"Amount... Cold Master, I am very confused?" The night thirteen silent for a moment, asked a question that had troubled them for three days: "You cultivated for a skyrocketing, is it because of refining the dragon crystal!"

"Dragon Crystal?" The night is light and cold, thinking of the pure energy from the chest, thinking for a moment, nodded and said: "It should be Longjing!"

“Dragon crystal does not take one or two years to refine it? How come you refining in a few days?” asked the night 13 again.

The night lightly smashed the **** and said: "I don't know the specifics. I don't have the refining dragon crystal. It is the black refining, and the energy is suddenly coming from the battle animal space."

"Amount..." The night of the thirteenth and the night of the seventeen different look, still very confused, continue to ask: "Little black? What strength has it reached now? What level of killing can you kill after the match? Musha?"

"This is not clear? Xiaohe is still sleeping. It is estimated that it is just finished refining. At this time, it is consolidating and repairing. It is necessary to wait until it wakes up to know that it is estimated that it will take at least one day." The night light shook his head and said: "Strength? It is still unclear for the time being, but I think it would be okay to kill a strong patriarchal!"

amount! The three men looked at each other and two words appeared in their hearts:

"metamorphosis!"

"Small Hanzi, you are better than me now, you have to protect your sister in the future!" The night light dance smiled, and said to the cold night, a pure and pretty face screaming with a seductive little mouth.

"Amount!" The night is light and cold, and I wake up randomly. My current comprehensive strength is higher than the family's first practice genius night light dance. Some of the sly scratching my head, said: "Little dance sister Rest assured, as long as I have the ability, I will protect you forever!"

"A lifetime..." I heard the unintentional words of the night light, and the two eyes of the night danced into two rounds of meniscus. The seductive red lips glanced and smiled and said: "Yes, this is you." Well, don't worry about it when you arrive..."

The sixteen-year-old boy said that he could kill a strong patriarchal tyrant. If he said that he would go out, others must have been talking nonsense. But the night light dance they know that the night light cold is definitely not talking nonsense, the powerful incomparable sacred beast, plus the anti-sky combination of combat skills, coupled with the strength of the marshal, the night can easily do this. As for whether there are any other special surprises, then you have to wait until Xiao He wakes up to know...

"kill!"

It was another morning, and it was a fog. The broken blade peak ushered in the most violent attack.

This morning, Long Saiman’s shouting told all the elites of the God of War. Today is their last attack. Not far away, there have been countless countless demon and barbarian army. If they are not attacking the broken peak today, they will be greeted with endless pursuits, and they will never stop today. There is a battle for backwaters, and if you win, you will die!

"Assault! Charge!"

Waves and waves of elites rushed to the edge of the broken edge, countless wounded people were carried down, countless bodies were thrown down, blood again flowed down the winding mountain road, sprinkled in the mud at the foot of the Broken Peak , dye the blue grass into blood red...

"All the strong people in the straits have a rest in the morning, and I am going to slap the peaks with me in the afternoon!" Long Saihan turned his head and no longer looked at the horror of the cutting edge. He sat up in the original place and began to retreat and prepare for the afternoon. Combine all the masters of the princes, rushing to the peak of the blade, breaking the line of defense of the demon.

Yep!

All the masters of the princes are no longer concerned about the war on the broken edge, and the collective began to recharge their batteries and prepare for the last impact of the afternoon.

The attack of the broken blade peak turned to the wind, the purple flower and the grass, the three men commanded, in fact, there is no command, but directed a batch of soldiers to rush to go up, and the elite of the barbarian demon race. It was not until the death and injury of a person died that this would continue to send another person to continue the impact.

The Broken Blade Peak became a step-by-step machine in the narrow mountain road. Under the continuous fighting for several days, the Yaozu and the God of War have already killed nearly 3,000 people. Only the two sides know that this narrow mountain road is the battleground for this battle. When it succeeds in occupying this mountain road, it will win the final victory.

The Yaozu and the Barbarian will rely on this small mountain road to block the raging forces of the God of War, waiting for the arrival of the reinforcements, and finally defeat the War God House. The War God House needs to completely capture this mountain road when the demon and barbarian army reaches it. All the barbarian demon people in the mountain peaks can maintain a slight advantage in the battle with the demon barbarians.

The sun has gradually fallen to the west, and the blood on the peak of the broken blade has been flowing. The line of defense of the barbarian demon is still as unbreakable as the faint yellow aperture of the savage emperors.

The dragon racer sitting on the ground, breaking through his eyes at this moment, two swords and an eyebrows suddenly, and the face of the heroic force suddenly appeared in a sudden killing. And dozens of vassal strongmen sitting around him felt the murder of the Long Sai men, and opened their eyes, looking at the broken peaks in front, slowly releasing the killings. . The air around it seemed to stop flowing for a while, and the coldness was pressing.

"Hey!"

Long Sai-Yi slowly stood up and slowly pulled out the dragon sword in his hand and glanced at the many powerful people behind him. Seeing that they are still ready, hold the dragon sword, violently wave to the edge of the blade, and drink it up: "kill!"

"kill!"

There are not too many words, dozens of tyrannical martial artists behind him, murderous whistling out, followed by the footsteps of Long Sai men, rushing toward the edge of the blade.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, the purple three people, see the Longsheng male rate people prepare for the last storm, without too much words, began to mobilize the elite, followed their pace, footed by the **** water soaked some sticky mountain road, straight into Broken edge.

"All the savage emperors are holding me up, you only need to withstand this wave, the victory will belong to us!" The demon Kaka has been standing on the top of the mountain and watching the foot of the mountain. At this moment, see Long Sainan once again bring people to charge, he knows this. It was the last wave of the Battle of God, but it was also the most fierce attack. The mouth was lightly smiled and began to line up. At the same time, a signal was drawn from the arms and held in the hand. It wasn't until the Long Sai men had rushed up that they were crushed in an instant.

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