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Soon, the innocent son Mo Wuxi rushed to the scene.

It’s not a handsome look, but a pair of eyes, with indescribable deterrence, and a weaker will, are afraid to look down on them.

"What happened?"

Do not ask.

Wang Yuan hugged his fists toward Mo Wuzhen. "Mu brother, in the next Wang family, Wang Yuan, these two people sinned against me and killed my old servant Wang Si. This matter can not be counted anyway, please also Mo brother forgive me."

Hearing words, Mo Wuyi frowned. If there was only a contradiction, he could stop it, but the other party killed Wang Yuan’s old servant. Things were not so simple. Forcibly stopped, he would only offend Wang Yuan and offend the Wang family.

Of course, he does not care much about the former. The latter is still a little concerned. After all, the status of the Wang family is more faint than his Mo family.

"Be bold, I dare to kill the people of our eight emperors."

There is no such thing as a black-faced and majestic youth. Its breath is much stronger than that of Wang Yuan. It is obviously an intermediate warrior.

"Dragon brother, you are here too."

Seeing the black-faced and majestic youth, Wang Yuanyi is happy.

The black-faced and majestic youth is called Long Qingmu. It is the son of the eight great emperor family, and the Long family and the Wang family have always had a good relationship. There are many marriages. A cousin of Wang Yuan married the dragon family.

"Dragon brother, please help me."

Wang Yuan had no way to let Mo Wuzhen take the shot, but there is a shot from Long Qingmu, which should be enough.

It is necessary to know that most of the dragons are refining warriors, and Long Qingmu is the refining king with the strength of the intermediate warrior.

"Kid, now you have a chance to get a hand."

Long Qingmu took a step forward, and a strong sigh of anger shrouded Li Fuchen.

Seeing the situation, no innocence did not stop.

In fact, even if Long Qingmu does not shoot, he will also shoot.

No matter who is wrong, he kills people at his trade fair, and he looks down on him. This is something he cannot tolerate.

"You still don't deserve it."

Li Fuchen sighed in his heart, he is already very low-key, but sometimes low-key is not helpful, and some people will always challenge your bottom line again and again.

He doesn't want to cause trouble, but he is not afraid of things.

In this world, apart from the emperor of the French realm, there is really nothing worthy of his fear.

"dead!"

Long Qingmu did not move and punched out.

expensive!

The sorghum dragon screamed.

A colorful dragon-shaped scorpion slammed into the dust.

In front of this dragon-shaped temperament, the audience only felt that the breathing was not smooth, dizzy, and even worse, the heart beat wildly, as if to explode.

"The rules of the power of horror!"

Everyone is awkward.

There are thousands of rules of strength. The rules of strength contained in Long Qingmu’s boxing can affect their blood. They suspect that if they face this boxing, they will not be able to punch their fists. The blood collapsed and died.

In the face of a strong punch of Long Qingmu, Li floats as usual.

If it was a few months ago, he couldn't stop the punch. After all, this is a punch at the level of the middle-level warrior, and it is still a gas attack.

But now, even if he faces the senior war emperor, he has the strength of a war, not to mention an intermediate warrior.

The scorpion sword was unsheathed, and the blade was ruthlessly shot. Several red and red swords were criss-crossed, and the dragon's shape was crossed.

puff!

The dragon-shaped scorpion was dismembered, and several **** sword marks appeared on the dragon green wood.

A sword, Long Qingmu defeated.

"impossible!"

Long Qingmu stared at Li Fuchen and couldn't believe he was defeated.

"Lianlong Aoki is not an opponent?"

Around the audience, they took a breath of cold air. Before they were not sure, they are all sure. Li Fuchen is definitely a senior warrior, and the four sons are a level of existence.

This kind of character has already stood at the apex of the Yuanhai, and the Emperor of the Fa is not in the same position.

Wang Yun's face is quite ugly, and there is a strong murder in his heart.

The stronger the Li floating dust, the greater the threat and must be removed as soon as possible.

Otherwise, letting the other person grow up is definitely not a good thing.

"This brother, we will leave as soon as possible!"

Wu Huan passed the voice to Li Fuchen.

Li Fuchen shook his head and said: "It’s too late."

After several breaths, a group of Yuan Haiwang appeared behind Wang Yuan.

The kings of this group of seas are all Wang family.

As one of the eight emperor-class families of the Soul Empire, the Wang family has no one thousand and eight hundred in the Yuanhai Kingdom. There are dozens of people who usually stay in the Nether City. After all, the Void City is close to the Void Grand Canyon.

"It’s really fast enough."

Wu Huan looks dignified.

Normally, a group of ordinary kings of the sea, he will not look at it at all, but a group of masters of the Yuanhai Kingdom who are well versed in battle, it is not as simple as one plus one and two.

Battlefield, able to bring together the strength of all people, bursting out ten times and dozens of times of lethality, and unlike the spirit of the masters of the spirit, the Yuanhai Kingdom has fully understood the essence of the battlefield, able to fight the battlefield The power of the play reaches its limits.

"King the king battle."

Wang Yuan violently sighed.

It is said that behind the Wang Yuan, thirty-one people vacated and formed a battle of a long shape.

A battle of 10%, a suffocating spread, everyone could not help but fight a cold war.

Hey!

This is not over yet, Wang Yuan is also vacated, appearing in front of the battlefield of Changchun, becoming the tip of the long scorpion, at the same time, the suffocating suffocation of the scorpion battle, ten times stronger, thicker The suffocating, forming the essence, is like a layer of black air waves, sweeping all directions.

"This is the battle of the Wang family, and this person is dead."

One shook his head.

The Wang family’s battle with Wang Hao was very overbearing. It was arranged by the middle-level kings of the 32 Yuanhai Sea. It was enough to compete with the quasi-emperor and was arranged by the 32-level high-ranking king of the sea. It was enough to kill the warlord.

In addition to Wang Yuan, the remaining 31 people were repaired in different levels. There were low-level repairs in the Yuanhai area, and there were only two levels in the Yuanhai area.

If there is no Wang Yuan, this Wang Hao battle can only be killed with the quasi-emperor, and it is difficult to compete with the war emperor.

But don't forget, Wang Yuan is also a junior war emperor. After the battlefield increase, his strength can at least double.

"Now surrender and leave you a whole body, otherwise you will die without a place to die."

There is a big cockroach in the hand, big cockroaches, suffocating, if there is spirituality, Wang Yuansen said.

"Let's come over."

Li Fu is not afraid of it.

At the beginning of the copper continent, he cultivated with the spirit of fighting and fought over 100 battles. Now he is a Yuanhai cultivator, fighting for a 32-man battle, and fearing.

Although he knew that those people did not fully understand the battle, they could not play the true power of the battle.

"dead!"

Wang Yuan’s eyes murdered and slammed into the dust.

This is like the **** of the gods, which contains the power of the terrible battle and Wang Yuan’s own rules.

As soon as they came out, the space of the empty garden seemed to be torn, and the fierce airflow gathered into a dragon roll, which blocked all the retreats of Li Fuchen.

Under the traction of the air machine, no matter how the dust floats, it is difficult to escape this.

Can Li float need to escape?

Naturally not needed.

Raising his head, Li Fu's sword slammed out, and the hot sword flowed, making the large area in front of him turn into a hot hell.

The mid-level swordsmanship - burning swords.