Yan Beichen wailed and roared, his eyes were as dark as ink, and he waved the magic knife away from hate, and the magic gas was surrounded by a rich and vast stream, which swallowed up many magic departments continuously!
Poof!
Yan Beichen was cut by one or three feet of the sun.
But Yan Beichen will kill the three-legged Jinwu Town with a backhand knife!
A wound for the life of the sun!
Poof!
Yan Beichen has a deep bone scar on his chest, bleeding profusely.
But he didn’t seem to feel pain. He cut the three-legged sun in half with a backhand knife.
The three-legged Sun Yuan God was swallowed up by the magic gas from hate and fell on the spot!
"kill! Kill! Kill! "
Yan Beichen has completely lost his mind and fallen into a state of separation from hate, feeling neither pain nor pressure.
Hatred was left in his heart.
He wants to kill all living things in front of him!
Yan Beichen has more and more wounds.
But there are more and more suns falling away from the magic sword!
The ground is covered with three-legged bodies of the sun, which is shocking!
"What are you waiting for!"
Seventh, it’s too urgent to shout
He knows very well that when Yan Beichen falls into the artistic conception of leaving hatred, he will continue to do his best and his strength will continue to rise.
No one can stop him from fighting unless his physical strength is exhausted!
In the ancient war, I fell into this artistic conception when I was away from the hate magic emperor. At that time, I didn’t know how many fierce people fell in the hate magic knife!
Ghost Wu Gong smiled and walked towards Yan Beichen.
There is a extraordinary splendor in his dark green eyes, filled with strange power.
For a moment, Yan Beichen’s eyes suddenly disappeared from the sun
Instead, it is a familiar figure.
"suddenly!"
Yan Beichen alpha males consciousness light shout a.
"Brother Yan, it’s me. I’m not dead!"
That beautiful image turned to Yan Beichen shallow a soft smile and said
"Suddenly you’re not dead, you’re not dead!"
Yan Beichen looked excited and tears rolled in his hands, and he also let go of the magic sword of hate.
Bang bang!
I hate the magic knife, feel the crisis, contend and tremble, and keep warning.
Yan Beichen has fallen into this dreamland and cannot extricate himself.
"Shura!"
I noticed this scene, Ji goblin looked anxious and his body flashed, trying to get to Yan Beichen to help him get out of the dreamland.
Just then, there was a figure in front of her goblin.
Xiaoxiang Goddess looks indifferent and condescending, looking down at Ji goblin’s eyes, passing through a faint jealousy cold way, "Demon girl, your opponent is me!"
Chapter one thousand five hundred and sixty-one At stake
A careful Ji goblin heart.
Xiaoxiang Goddess is not an ordinary protoss, but the most powerful genie of protoss in recent years!
Being distracted by this protoss Uber staring at Ji’s goblin method to worry about Shura, because her situation has also become extremely dangerous!
"This elder sister, I am no match for you. Can’t we talk?"
Ji goblin eyes reddish look wronged tearful said.