Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and breathed at this moment. They are about to open up, and all the mysteries will be completely revealed at this moment.

Both Fujian and Taiwan, and Yuan Hua, are extremely dignified, and Wude’s mouth is muttering, and the seriousness of his face.

"There is no life in the Buddha, you have the debt and the owner, you have offended the predecessors, we are just curious, want to know your identity, but also hope that the predecessors do not blame."

The understanding of Wu De is respectful. At this moment, both hands slowly landed on the bluestone. At this moment, the bluestone scorpion turned out to be shaking. It scared that the face of Wude changed and instantly retreated. Jiang Chen also Waiting for it.

"Here, there won't be a big bitch?"

Wu De cautiously stepped back, and the thief looked at the bronze cymbals, but it was no longer moving forward.

"You guy..."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but stunned Wu De, but if there was a little bit of danger, this guy would definitely shrink to the end, even if he was waiting for a big sentence, he would not take another step forward.

"There must be a demon in the abnormal situation. Jiang brothers, you must be careful."

Wu De said seriously.

"You guy who doesn't know shame."

Jiang Chen took a look at Wu De, and Wu De said with a smile:

"It’s important to keep your life, and you must keep your life."

Jiang Chen is too lazy to care for him, holding the Tianlong sword, just about to pick up the bronze gong, but the bronze cymbal is shaking more and more powerful.

"I have to look at what the ghosts are doing. Hey."

Jiang Chen snorted, and a sword smashed out and picked up the bronze cymbal. In the bronze urn, a purple-gold coffin was presented to everyone, and there was a shackle in the first place. With a great identity secret, Jiang Chen is more and more convinced that the power in this Shihai Ice Palace is by no means simple.

"Give me a drive!"

Jiang Chen's sword fell, the void was broken, and the Tianlong sword fell directly under the purple-golden cymbal. He couldn't care so much. He opened the coffin first and said that the vibration just now must be extremely strange.

"铿锵-"

A sound of gold and iron symphony, ringing through the void, silver gun white hair, white clothing wins snow, a thin figure appeared in the other side of the bronze cymbal, opposite to Jiang Chen.

The men's clothes are fluttering, the town is full of enthusiasm, and they stand proudly. Their eyes are like a torch. They are filled with Jiang Chen, and they are full of cold and cold taste.

"You don't deserve to stand here and get out."

The white man said faintly, ignoring everyone here.

"Oh, a little bit, you are talking to me? You think, who are you?"

Jiang Chen smiled coldly.

"If you don't leave, you all have to die."

The white man is still very proud and said, watching Jiang Chen indifferently, it seems that he has completely announced his death sentence. If he does not leave, he will be ruthlessly obliterated.

"It is undeniable that your strength is indeed very strong, but if you want me to lose without fighting, it seems unlikely that I will leave here. So, you kneel down and give me two heads, I will not fight with you. ""

Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

"court death!"

The white man’s hand was holding a silver gun, his screams trembled, his eyes were more murderous, and these guys were simply challenging his bottom line. Since he became famous, no one dared to speak to him. Jiang Chen was the first.

"If we still go, this guy... seems to have broken through the realm of God, reaching the realm of the emperor, as the saying goes, staying in the green hills is not burning, do you say no, Jiang brothers? ”

Wu De whispered, but he was worried, what if he was killed by this white man in case of urgency? He still wants to live a few more years.

"How can I let go of the baby, I have to let you go, anyway, I will not go."

Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders and glanced at him. He looked at the white man in disapproval. The two of them were more and more arrogant, and there was a possibility of a terrifying battle at any time.

"His strength is indeed good."

The Fujian and Taiwan whispered through the Tibetans, but she also did not retreat. If Baoshan returned empty-handed, it was not their character. They have already reached this point. If they really shrink back, what is the turtle with the shrinking head? What is the difference? The arrow had to be sent on the string, and this battle was inevitable.

"You only have ten interest time, within ten breaths, if you still don't get out of here, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

The white man said indifferently, he did not start to do it, not because he was waiting for something, and he felt that Jiang Chen and others did not deserve to let him do it.

"It seems that you are quite confident about yourself. Do you think that you are very bullish? I don't think so. I think you are very junk, very brain-dead. Let us get out when you come here. How old are you? Face you are a master, don't give you a face, you are mentally retarded, still thinking about being above all people? I mean, the last thing I want to see is that you only know the guy who is wearing the ratio, I killed Jiang Chen. There are countless geniuses, and I only play genius. If you think you are a genius, maybe you still have the qualification to stand here and be beaten by me. Is it very angry? Do you want to hit me? I wanted to pretend to be a tall man. Gesture, but I don't eat you at all. Look at it, burn it in anger? All eyes are full of anger, come on, I Jiang Chen specializes in various geniuses, come across me, you are lucky."

Jiang Chen’s smile is more and more splendid. The face of this white man’s face is more and more ironed by Jiang Chen’s, and he is almost approaching the runaway. At this moment, even the people of Tibet and Wude are awkward, this guy Also don't give this master a face? The people who are in the throne of the gods are so overwhelmed by what you said, how can they mix in the future? Even now, I have no face at all.

"Kid, I am as cold as smoke, and I will break you down today!"

In the voice of the white man, full of coldness, even the teeth and teeth, the gun in his hand is also clenched in the hand, the genius of the gods, no one dares to reverse the ear, but now it is a **** The guy at the top of the mountain taunted, this kind of anger is simply unbearable!

"Cold like a smoke, you are the peerless enchanting smoky smog?"

The face of the Fujian-Taiwanese Tibetans changed slightly, and the expression was incomparably dignified. She took a deep breath and the moment she looked at Jiang Chen again, it was full of shocking colors.

"The smog sect is one of the most powerful sects on the whole of the state of China. Its horror can be imagined. It is even comparable to that of the sword. This cold smoke is called the white gun god. Known as the peerless baby of Yan Yanzong! One of the most genius enchantings that might impact the emperor."

At this time, she had already felt the tremendous pressure of oppression. Although this cold as smoke did not make a move, his guniness was already imminent, only between the squats!