When Yan Zhao’s song disappeared for a long time, it suddenly appeared again, and there were more martial arts. The group of dragons and the treasures were in harmony with each other, and it was unexpected that Dasheng Shengzong and others were expected.

However, Huang Xu still decided to start, he dared to do it, naturally there is full support.

Although he lost the big day Hengtian ruler, the Haotian axe is also a sacred soldier. Although he was not seriously cultivated before, he has not recovered yet, but his vitality has been restored. Huang Xu has gradually become familiar with this sacred soldier.

Whether it is the strange Wusheng or the eccentric palace, it is now blocked by the two martial arts of the Guangzong.

The people in Guangshan Mountain are blocked from coming out.

If the strange Wusheng dared to give the arrogant martial arts to Yan Zhaoge, it could not resist Jin Jie.

In this way, the axe is in the hand, Huang Xu naturally has the confidence to win the Yanzhao song in the realm of the great master, so he generously shot.

Although it may cause dissatisfaction with Yang Zhanhua and Jin Jie, the Da Zong Sheng Zong must also behave in a good way, otherwise it will inevitably be looked down upon.

So Huang Xu will shoot, then...

Then he was paralyzed.

On the side of the big day, the saint martial arts were all paralyzed.

Even Jin Jie, who is working with Bei Ming, has stayed for a while.

A sacred soldier, played back by a bamboo stick?

Is that still a bamboo stick?

What special treasure is it?

The gods are self-satisfied, so the appearance is not strange.

But looking left and right, in addition to the faint purple light, how to look is just an ordinary dark green bamboo.

There is no magical airflow, and there is no unique power to show it. Even in the moment when the same axe is touched, the moment when the axe is repelled, there is no feeling of any difference.

It is such an inconspicuous bamboo stick that repels the sacred sacred axe, and even a stick to smash Huang Xu’s top-grade Lingbing Jiuyang robe.

Nine-Yang robes, the top-class sects of the sacred patriarchs of the Great Day.

The big day Hengtian ruler is generally in the hands of the strongest person in the Zongmen, not necessarily for the sovereign, and this piece of Jiuyang robe is equivalent to the identity symbol of the Da Zong sect.

However, now it is being smashed by a seemingly ordinary bamboo stick.

Huang Xu was stunned and only felt black in front of him, almost falling from the air.

"This kid is so weird!" Jin Jie looked at Yan Zhao's singer, the green bamboo stick, and then looked at the North Ming avatar in front of his eyes. He said in his heart: "This Wu Sheng, without his own thoughts, is a avatar of this little boy." !"

"The Grand Master Warrior Refining Wusheng is a avatar?!"

Jin Jie took a deep breath and looked at Yan Zhaoge seriously for the first time. It was even more shocking: "The real age, no more than the appearance, such a young age, Yuan Fu Grand Master?!"

He set his mind, Jianguang showed up, and he was so arrogant that he attacked the Yanzhao song himself.

"Kid, look at your bamboo stick, can you interrupt the sword in my hand?"

Bei Ming was sneer and sneered, and suddenly there was a golden rifle in his hand. The gun was full of dragon scales.

A shot stabbed, the dragons roared!

In the tomb of the dragon, there are so many dragon corpses, and there is a martial arts avatar in the north meditation. The technique of Yan Zhaoge's refining can be fully utilized.

The sacred soldiers are difficult to refine, but in the short period of refining, they are not only idle.

Bei Ming’s rifle is not a top-class soldier, but a model of a sacred soldier. Although he is not sanctified, he is also powerful.

Wearing a arrogant martial arts suit, North Wing Wu Sheng shot in hand, the strength is farther away when the only one is bare-handed.

One type of Peng Peng draping, directly collapsed Wanzhang green sword light star river, the gun front directly pointed to Jin Jie eyebrows.

Jin Jie was shocked, back to the sword defense, and the danger was blocked by the gun.

At the same time, after Yan Zhaoge once again repelled the axe, the dark green bamboo sticks rounded up in the air, and they hit the sword in the hands of Jin Jie!

Jin Jie’s own Wu Shengxiong’s giant force was hard to play by Bei Ming’s avatar and arrogant martial arts. He could only watch Yan Zhe’s stick and put his sword in his hand directly into two pieces!

"I see, I can interrupt." Yan Zhao song smiled: "I am a bamboo stick, it is not so good to beat people, but playing all kinds of treasures, how much can still play a role."

In a word, Huang Xu was not even angry, and even Jin Jie was so sullen that he wanted to spurt blood.

How much can the starting point work?

Hit the sacred soldiers back, hit the spirit of the soldiers suddenly hit the collapse!

Jin Jie took a deep breath and turned to look at Huang Xu. He shouted: "Give me the axe."

Huang Xu also refused to keep at this time, and quickly promised.

However, the Yan Ming song's Bei Ming split, but once again ushered in, the dragon scales in the hands of a horizontal, blocked in between.

Jin Jie’s eyes became cold: “Do you really think that a person of Wu Sheng’s realm can block us?”

He was all over the body, and the green brilliance surged into a sword like a jade, condensed into a solid body, and it was solid and sharp, as if it were unbreakable.

The sword squats across the sky, where the light shines, the void condenses, then breaks!

However, he found that Yan Zhao’s Bei Ming’s avatar did not attack, but stood still in the same place, and there was also a brilliance in the body.

Wanli Binghai is condensed in the head of Beiming, and the ice dragons in the ice sea are floating and floating.

A huge and unrequited Kuangpeng rushed out of the deep sea and turned into Dapeng.

But when the light and shadow flashed, this Peng Peng actually split into two.

The squid re-entered the water, and Dapeng swayed for nine days.

The whole popularity of Beiming is different, even if there is no arrogance and arrogance, Jinjie will not be allowed to be beautiful.

"Correct your misunderstanding." Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "I am a avatar, not a realm of Wu Sheng."

Get a variety of top-level schooling, and practice well, and take a step further.

More importantly, a large number of real dragons in the refining dragon tombs have left the essence.

After the strength of the 澎湃 瀚 于 于 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 自身 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕

Bei Ming split his hands and held the dragon scales in his hands. One shot stabbed, and the Peng Peng hit, and the ice and the sea followed, and instantly the jade swords sent by Jin Jie were beaten into powder!

A broken drink, Bei Ming split is another shot, forced Jin Jie to go back.

On the other side, Huang Xu was shocked.

He regretted it at the moment and felt that he was too hasty.

However, seeing the turbulence of the Dragon Hall, it is almost impossible to suppress Yang Zhanhua and the Rising Sun Crown. Huang Xu’s heart is slightly safe.

He quickly retreated.

As long as Yang Zhanhua and the Rising Sun Crown get out of trouble, and join hands with Jin Jie, the outcome of the game will be reversed immediately.

However, Yan Zhao’s song came to Huang Xu in front of him, and his hand was covered with a stick of green bamboo stick. He suddenly hit Huang Xu almost unsettled.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Huang Xu and smiled coldly: "Yes, this thing is not your big day, and it is broken. You are not distressed."

The bamboo stick in his hand made a circle, and the movement became soft and soft.

The bamboo stick was placed on the axe, and the axe was pressed against it so that it could not move.

Huang Xu’s face changed greatly.

Yanzhao singer in the bamboo stick gently along the belt, will be a little axe axe.

Then he raised his left hand and lifted it toward Huang Xu!

Huang Xu was stunned and slammed up.

A temple like the altar of the altar is set up, shining in the sun, and the eight-round golden day is rising.

However, Yan Zhao’s song is in the palm of his hand, and the pattern is smashed, and the golden day is broken together with the Futian Temple of Heaven!

Yan Zhao’s voice is cold and indifferent: “Today, sunset.”

The horror of the tide rolled the broken golden light down, like the sky fell, and the day was annihilated.

Huang Xu’s eyes are cracked, and Yan Zhao’s songs are in the palm of his hand.

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