Thousands of light gathered in one point, the gas machine is swinging thousands of autumn, transparent!

The long hair of the Ghost Villa is full of killing, and the killing opportunity is hidden in the hair, shaking the world.

This attack is sharp, almost impeccable, and has a sense of perforation, although it is Tianjun.

But every Tianjun has his own terrible combat power and unique skills.

Often when the realm is the same, the competition is unique!

The unique skills of the ghost villager are obviously terrible to imagine.

His combat power is too surging, and the mana is surging like a tide. He flows from his feet.

but!

After all, Jian Tian is a big day, and it has already taken this step, and it is also from Tianjun, not to mention the understanding of Da Ri, the understanding of the Tao, war, and the law has already exceeded Tianjun's cognitive category.

Even if only the French body comes here at this moment, it is not the deity, but in terms of combat power.

The battle of Ghost Villa is undoubtedly defeated!

It's just a matter of time.

The attacker of the ghost mountain villager is sharp, and there is a kind of combat power beyond his level.

It is just how sharp attacks. Sentences are like Cangsong in the storm, and it is shaking with the wind, but the foundation is as stable as Taishan, as thick as the vast earth!

Sentel lifts one hand and draws forward.

This painting, the golden light is bright.

Under the shine, the surging light instantly drowned the mana tide of the ghost mountain villager.

The tide of mana is cut off, and the rigidity is cut!

Wow ha.

The owner of the Ghost Villa spit out the blood, and the whole person instantly slumped.

But he was too late, and one palm was printed on his chest.

Then he was exploded alive!

From beginning to end, Senteo actually has two palms!

Just the two palms, the owner of the ghost mountain village fell!

Beida Zhou is a bit out!

Eighth on April!

Beida Zhi Ling Poid!

San Tian's body flashed with strange light.

The eighth master of the top ten masters of Peking University, Lingxu Tianjun!

At this moment, Lao Tianjun was sitting proudly on a stone chair. This stone chair used to be a boulder. He was sitting there by him every day.

"Are you still here to send me?" Ling Xu Tianjun said with an expression.

Because he is in front of the North and Yiyun Tian.

Yi Boyun opened his mouth.

"Second brother, don't you speak."

"Brother, how many years we haven't seen?" Ling Xu Tianjun looked at the Lord of the North.

"100,000 years or 200,000 years?"

"If you haven't met the breath on you, I don't know you anymore."

"You are old." Ling Xu Tianjun looked at the Lord of the North.

"That's it, I'm gone." Ling Xu Tianjun got up.

Walking from the North Lord, and then patted the head of the North Lord.

Northern Lord has no action, nor does he look back.

"He must bear a lot of things inside!" Ye Shuang watched the old man standing there.

That old man seemed to be numb.

He looked at the chair, and there was a pot of wine on the chair.

The wine has been done long ago.

Because it was a wine more than 200,000 years ago.

"Lingxu!"

"Find me to drink."

"Okay, I bring my treasures!"

Boom!

Sentence is like the killing demon king, and he is pressing in the void.

And the whole body of Lingxu Tianjun will continue to blood by the whole body of the human body, and the whole person who is beaten by a punch and a punch will continue to fly.

"Hahaha!"

"Come again!" Ling Xu Tianjun smiled.

He practiced a method of exercise. Although he could not be unparalleled, he could make his bones hard more than Xianjin!

Sentences approached sharply, and then grabbed the chest of Lingxu Tianjun.

Then the flesh exploded!

Lingxu Tianjun's sternum was hardly taken out.

But Lingxu Tianjun seemed to be injured, not himself, and frowned!

Then, blood and rain fly.

Lingxu Tianjun exploded.

April 17th!

Feitian Jianchi!

"Is the boss?" A middle -aged man held a long sword and stood there proudly.

The sword in his hand was trembling, and he was moving!

That's because it is going to fight.

"The boss said, he won't come." Yi Bo Yuntian came.

"Oh!" Tian Jun, who was holding a long sword, sighed.

He understands.

"Second brother, what do you say for us?"

"We are all old, what else can we let go?"

"Why do you want to do this?"

Yi Bo Yuntian was silent, and he couldn't speak without talking, but his eyes were still red after all.

"Bring a sentence to the boss."

"I, Sword Three!"

"Never regrets to follow him!"

"I will play the momentum of Peking University, the masters of the north should have the momentum!"

He flew up the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth were densely dense swords.

The sword is in his hands, and he is like himself.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to be affected.

Even if the will of heaven and earth is complete.

But this moment was also affected by the sharp sword shadow.

"Sword divide the world!" Among the bright glory.

Jian Tianjun never appeared again.

Da Day is already there, brilliant and brilliant.

April 27.

Peking University Sixth Master!

That's a woman.
To be continued...