Yuan Shengkong has entered the abyss. This is Yuan Shengkong's greatest opportunity. Perhaps this time, the line of the Holy Prince can really break the curse and break the bloodline prison.

The gibbon monkey has long been extinct, and perhaps there are four great monkey veins in the nine heavens. But the Xuanhuang Continent is definitely gone.

"For brother?"

Jun Zhan sneered and looked at Zuo Thirteen. No matter who it was, he couldn't stop the Zhanzu. The war clan was born, this time, the war clan would have stepped into the realm of the emperor, and the war king was the choice of the emperor among the war clan.

"More overbearing than me, want my imperial weapon, and my woman?"

The thirteenth from the left also laughed, and the skeleton behind Ziyan's waist moved. He was quite dissatisfied and said, "Not including me!"

"Is this the key question? It's this guy right now, to be alone, to us!"

"The war clan are all war lunatics, they are not afraid to fight, they have war spirits, which is terrible!" Zi Yan still reminded him, but turned his head and thought for a while.

"You are the Son of Destiny, you will not lose!"

"This sentence is fine!"

The thirteenth from the left chatted with Zi Yan, which made Leng Qi cover her head and said, "You two, take a look at someone else?"

Leng Qi pointed to Lord Zhan, and a **** battle flag appeared in front of Lord Zhan. In this battle banner, the horrible fighting spirit turned into a black hole. The imperial weapon was shaking, and the entire Demon Gathering Drum was lifted.

In this star, this war spirit swept everything. Let the ground split, the mountains will break, the water will dry up directly, and the stars, any creatures, will turn into ashes.

"It's really strong!"

"War intent, war intent, this is war intent!" Zi Yan reminded again.

"Surrender my fighting spirit, I can kill you with just one finger!"

Lord Zhan certainly disdains. In the eyes of Lord Zhan, the thirteenth from the left is just a middle-rank spirit sect, how can a middle-rank spirit sect be like the eyes of Lord Zhan. Now Lord Zhan is to talk to Ye Tang.

War clan, fighting spirit, under that mood, many creatures can't bear it.

"Thirteen, what should I do?"

Leng Qi gritted her teeth, this fighting spirit was too strong for her to face. The thirteenth from the left is strong, but this is a battle of ideas. Under this law, if the thirteen on the left cannot get out, then they cannot cope.

"What do you do? War intent, I also have!"

The thirteenth from the left walked towards Lord Zhan. Just as the terrorist warfare was about to come, the thirteenth from the left also picked up a banner.

"Hahaha!"

Lord Zhan was laughing to death, a piece of rag, what a battle flag. How can this thing compare with his **** battle flag?

"Is it funny?"

Zuo Thirteen looked at Lord Zhan indifferently, Can Qi, indeed Can Qi, but this is a begging! live! military! war! flag!

"boom!"

The thirteenth from the left just raised, and under the remnant flag, the invincible fighting spirit broke out.

"what?"

Lord Zhan could not imagine that the fighting spirit of the Zhan Clan would retreat and retreat in another day. Facing the battle flag of the begging army, the invincible fighting spirit, the fighting spirit of the war clan, turned and ran away!

"impossible!"

The war clan was born for war, and eternal years are fighting. From the time of the Dark Ages, the war clan has never been undefeated and has been fighting forever. But now, under the remnant flag, the fighting spirit has retreated.

"It really is the Son of Destiny!" Zi Yan's eyes lit up.

"The begging army is the army he established!"

Leng Qi also looked at Zuo Shisan with excitement, and Zuo Shisan looked up at the begging army. This was established by Qin Wudi and had never been defeated since ancient times. Invincible, invincible is his fighting will.

"The ancestors are invincible, then in this life, this zombie I am also an invincible zombie!"

"Master Zhan, if you want to fight, then I will fight you fairly!"

"Fair? Who are you?"

Lord Zhan looked to the left thirteen. When Lord Zhan finished saying these words, the flag suddenly turned into a cloak, and Lord Zhan’s fist hit him with one punch.

"Kill you!"

From the beginning of the First World War, the lion fights the rabbit and makes every effort!

"This thing is a dog face!" The thirteen from the left also smashed out with a punch. At this time, Lord Zhan's armor moved like water.

On Zhan Jun's fist, there was a war pattern, thirteenth on the left.

"boom!"

Zhanjun was hunting, and Jun Jun was blown out by the thirteen left punches. At this moment, Lord Zhan finally changed his face frantically, and someone was able to take advantage of the mighty battle strength.

"It's absolutely impossible!"

"The Son of Destiny, he is the Son of Destiny!" Zi Yan was about to jump up. At first he was worried about the thirteenth left, but now he doesn't have to worry at all.

But at this time, Lord Zhan did not back up, his fists waved again, and the black war pattern condensed his fists, one by one black holes, accompanied by all around.

The realm of half king, Zhanjun has the realm of half king. At this time, Lord Zhan wanted to suppress the thirteenth from the left with his cultivation base. Under this spiritual might, the flesh of the thirteenth left was indeed roaring.

On the fair skin, there are blue veins, and the aura is dissipating. But Zuo Thirteen raised his head and laughed. The begging battle flag was wrapped on the fist, and the invincible fighting spirit once again enveloped the world.

"The repair order does not represent combat power!"

Fist, the real power, from the world of reincarnation, the thirteenth from the left became a zombie, never lost in power. Among all spirits, there is no creature that can compete with zombies for power.

"who are you?"

Lord Zhan was shocked many times, but he was a warrior, but the person opposite, with invincible fighting intent, was stronger than him. He is half-king, and he can't beat the thirteenth left empty-handed.

"War soul, come out to me!"

Lord Zhan was in the air, his handprints came out, in this handprint, a violent energy crashed on the body of the left thirteen.

"Boom!"

The thirteenth from the left was directly bombed into Tianfu Star, a huge mushroom cloud shrouded in the sky and the earth.

"War soul, war soul is out!"

Zi Yan yelled again, and couldn't help but grab the broken Shadow Demon Sacred Sword. No matter what, Zi Yan wanted to bring the left thirteen back to the temple alive.

Black, everything is black, Lord Zhan’s body rushes out of the power of the soul, turning into a terrifying figure in the void. This figure is like a wine barrel, and that terrible energy comes out here.

"Liquor!"

The spirit of ancient warfare, the soul of heaven and earth, and the soul of heaven were stripped out. The power possessed by the battle soul is supreme, that is the power of the soul, the power of the law.

"Now, do you still think you can beat me?"

"I am a half-king, with a spirit of wine and spirit, just like my strength, no one in this world can defeat our war clan!"

"You, and you, are all my prey!"

The soul of war, the force of the law, made the left thirteen in the depths of the earth raise his head. No one thought that the right hand of the left thirteen was burning.

"what happened?"

The thirteenth on the left was supposed to raise his head, but the battle flag of the begging army on the right was burning, and under the spirit of the drunken spirit, the battle flag was burning.

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