Dragon-Marked War God

"It’s really ignorant and fearless, hahaha, now I will let you see that this silver snowflake gun is so powerful. It’s just that you can’t resist it.”

Xue Ying stepped out, hitting the sky, the gun shadows all over the void, like the silver dragon into the sea, laughing proud of the sky, the name of the silver snowflake gun, it really is a well-deserved reputation.

"A shot is too flat!"

Xueying Shenwei is invincible. Everyone thinks that this gun is incarcerated. Isn’t it enough to force Jianghui to kill this?

But everyone is wrong, because Jiang Chen is too strong, and after the dragon changed, he is like the same **** of war, and he is invincible, letting you go from all directions, I am not moving.

Although the silver snowflake gun is strong, but the Tianlong sword in the hands of Jiang Chen, is it a soldier? The falling silver snowflake gun may not be unfavorable to others, but for Jiang Chen, it seems to be too passive. The Tianlong sword is more than enough to completely let the falling silver snowflake gun lose the dignity of the heavenly artifact. Even Xueying does not dare. I believe that the Tianlong sword is like a nemesis of falling silver snowflake guns, and there is nothing to help.

A shot of light, the gun is too flat, it should have no difficulty, but Jiang Chen's Tianlong sword, any magic weapon, seems to have become a thing.

In fact, the falling silver snowflake gun is not weak, but the Tianlong sword is too strong, and the eight-party gunshot of the falling silver snowflake gun can't resist the power of the Tianlong sword.

Jiang Chen once again approached Xueying, and the falling silver snowflake gun flew up and down, vertical and horizontal, Jiang Chen showed great emptiness, the figure was nine flashes, Xueying was hard to trace its trace, the two men continued to fight, Xueying's falling silver snowflake The gun, the invincible **** soldier of the past, in his hands, the first time he ate 瘪, which made Xue Ying extremely depressed, his father’s aura, he not only failed to complete, but also was forced to retreat by Jiang Chen several times, even if it was silver The snowflake gun can't change the battle, and Jiang Chen rises from the sword and is proud.

Sneer and staring at Xueying, Jiang Chen step by step, Xueying is already retreating, under the three swords, the lonely sword is picking up the silver snowflake gun, Xueying is completely caught in the sorrow and fear, Jiang The dust mites are pressing, and Xue Ying’s heart almost collapses. It is constantly confronted with Jiang Chen’s Tianlong sword, and the tiger’s mouth is cracked and bloody.

"Good sword, so strong."

Yan Qingcheng muttered to Jiang Chen, this guy, it seems that it is not a fuel-efficient lamp, better than Xueying.

Xue Ying was forced into a desperate situation by Jiang Chen. Life and death were dying. The Shaochuan Lord, who was so arrogant in Yinchuan, was so embarrassed that he was beaten in front of his house. It was really embarrassing.

"Father saves me -"

Xueying’s face was pale, and there was no trace of blood. The hysterical cry of help made Jiang Chen feel a guilty heart. This Xueying’s heart has completely collapsed.

"Right, dare?"

A rush of the sky, deafening, all the people above the eight veins Yinchuan, all for the color change. From the heart of the trembling, this person does not have to guess and know who it is, must be Xueying's father undoubtedly.

Jiang Chen retired a few steps, but still was riddled by this terrible wave of air, forcing a hundred meters, and the **** atmosphere was rolled up. It’s just a hit, it’s so powerful, it’s shocking.

The strong man of the king of the kingdom, really deserved reputation!

"Is the Lord of Eight Pulses Yinchuan?"

Jiang Chen’s eyes were awkward, an imposing middle-aged man, white-haired white-browed, white gown, and settled in front of Xueying. At that moment, everyone was worshipping.

"Welcome to the owner of Sichuan! Wanjin Hongfu, Shou and Tianqi."

The sounds of one after another echoed above the void, and the mountains and rivers flourished.

The middle-aged body in white is thin and looks like a wind. Standing on the top of Yinchuan, the coldness in the eyes seems to penetrate the hearts of the people. He slowly turns around and looks at Jiang Chen, at that moment, Jiang Chen I feel that I am getting cold and frosty. This man is too strong. Compared with Dillon in the river front, the elders of the War Zong are not too much, terrible, and swept the entire eight veins of Yinchuan. The horrible power of imprisonment made Jiang Chen feel that he had been locked in by him.

The strong man of the king's kingdom, and the strong man of the gods and gods, is completely different from each other. If you don't really fight, you won't understand how terrible the mighty king of the kingdom is.

All the people of the Eight mais and Yinchuan are all crouching on the ground. They are extremely respectful to the Lord of the Eight Senses Yinchuan. It is conceivable that the Lord of the Eight yin Yinchuan is so strong in their hearts, but it is awe. Still fear, it is not known.

Jiang Chen is proud of himself, and he is opposite to the middle-aged four-year-old white, and there is no half-pointing. Two people seem to not want to fall behind. Jiang Chen’s strength is far less than that of the gods, but he is able to disdain the sky. This makes everyone extremely shocked.

"You are very strong, dare to look at me? The average person, even the half-step king of the ordinary, does not have the guts."

Xue Jia cold and cold, imposing, like the **** of the world, the eyes reveal a terrifying killing, people shudder.

"Why don't you dare? You want to kill me, I'm afraid it's not that easy."

Jiang Chen smiled confidently, and Xue Jia was even more stunned. This kid is indeed very strong and very proud. It is a pity that the proud people are all short-lived, not to mention that he has offended the Eight yin Yinchuan. If it wasn’t for the critical period of retreat, I’ve already come out to clean up this guy. If it’s not Xue Xian’s life and death, he’s probably still in retreat.

"Do you think you can escape this thousand miles of Yinchuan?"

Xue Jia was delighted by Jiang Chen’s self-confidence, shaking his head and chuckling.

"Since it is here, naturally there is no plan to let you leave."

Jiang Chen is also a slight smile.

"Ha ha ha ha, it is ridiculous, ridiculous, I did not intend to let me live alive, you are so confident, this eight veins Yinchuan, since its establishment for ten years, I was the first time I heard people say, I did not intend to let me live alive. ”

Xue Jia’s calmness has restored the arrogant and lofty side. The strong man of the king’s kingdom will never be angered by Jiang Chen because of his state of mind.

"I really don't know the confidence of this guy. Now the Lord of the Eight Pulses Yinchuan has come. He doesn't even run. He dares to put a big slogan here. It's really impressive. Hey."

"This guy, do you still want to be hard-hitting with the king of the kingdom? Even if you defeated the half-step **** kingdom and want to fight the king of the kingdom, it will be idiotic and dreamy, just take yourself seriously."

"It seems that his death is not far off."

Many people are silently mourning for Jiang Chen, thinking that he has thoroughly angered the old king of the king of God, and death is only a matter of time for him.

"It's a guy who doesn't know how to be tall."

Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly, Baimei was born, Jiang Chen looked at her like a thoughtful, gentle smile, seems to have infected himself.

"I really don't know how tall, but only for you."

Jiang Chen said with a smile, everyone was shocked off the chin of the land, they have already died, and they also said this tempting love story.

[Today resumed three more, tomorrow will break out, there should be five more. 】