Hey.

The long sword in the hands of Zhong Wen continued to collide with Jia Qiong.

After a lot of tricks, Night Wen found out Jason's offensive routine.

Sneering in my heart, the first day, but so!

This is the color of Jia Qiong, in the hands of the lady, there are no more than ten strokes!

If this makes the night feathers heard, it is sure that the night of the night, a look of white eyes, Jia Qiong that kind of goods, used ten strokes...

Hey!

Night Wen suddenly jumped out of the station circle and pulled away from Jia Qiong.

Silence, from the beginning of the battle, for three minutes, the yard was silent.

No one had thought that the person who claimed to be ** would fight against Jia Qiong and be invincible!

Boom!

In the night Wen body, the mysterious steps are running fast, and I have the trick of pressing the bottom of the box.

"Today, you have to die!" Jia Qiong licked his lips, and the anger in his eyes had become a killer!

Do not kill this monk, the reputation of his first genius, once again become a laughing stock!

boom!

At the same time, the two men burst into a spirit.

Disappeared!

The black figure disappeared!

Jia Qiong’s body is still in the air, and the opposite night disappears out of nowhere.

"Jia Qiong, but this is the case." The night Wen suddenly appeared behind Jia Qiong.

"You dare!" Mingyue Lian shouted, and a spiritual force practised and burst out, straight night.

Boom!

A figure descends from the sky, and it is easy to solve the practice.

"Fair duel, the sovereign, still do not intervene." A pair of spiritual wings, gently tapping behind the black yarn.

at the same time.

Hey!

In the middle of the battlefield, an arm flew high and brought a **** bead.

Hey!

Night Wen's toes are light, and the body floats three meters backwards.

"Jia, Jia Qiong's arm was cut off!"

Someone saw the face of Jia Qiong’s rapid defeat.

"That, what is that!"

Someone pointed at the wings behind the black yarn.

These ordinary folks, the seventh order of the spirits are already peerless in their eyes, the characteristics of the ninth order, they do not know!

The seven emperors and Ming Yuelian looked at the wings behind the black crepe, and their hearts were deep.

Nine-order powerhouse!

"The Sovereign, this is today..."

"Hey, first entered the ninth order, but also dare to mad!" The momentum of Ming Yuelian suddenly broke out.

If an invisible whirlwind, sweeping in all directions.

The people around two meters were blown away from the moon around the moon.

The seven emperors stepped back a few steps, and they gnawed their teeth and yelled at General Tang: "Catch the gang."

"Kill!" Night feathers look cold.

Hey, hey.

Night Wen, fat man, black wind, three people rushed into the hundreds of officers and men.

Boom.

The figure of the black gauze rises to the air, and the shape of the moon is closely followed.

At that point in the courtyard, it is not enough for the nine-order powerhouse to exert their fists!

"The rumored **** enchantress has a nine-order strongman sitting in the town, it seems that you are." Ming Yuelian looked at the black gauze in the cloak, holding in his hand, a crescent-shaped machete.

"If you want to fight, you can't play it." The black yarn is indifferent.

"Hurricane!" Ming Yuelian took a knife and took an arc, and the spirit of the dragon slashed to the black yarn.

The black gauze **** and moves sideways, and the two stand in one place.

The fierce battle in the air is quite gorgeous, and the blue spiritual power is constantly colliding with the black spiritual power.

In the courtyard, the screams of officers and men are endless.

For a time, everyone forgot that two people standing still on the wall did not move!

The night Yu Yu looked at the situation in front of him, the wedding, has been completely stirred up by himself, and the rest is the head of the seven emperors.

Hey!

The night feathers floated down and floated down the living room steps.

Call!

A cloak of the cloak reveals the face of his own country.

"Seven princes, you can recognize me!"