Martial God Space

The 248th chapter begins to fight for the second, the monthly ticket

Mu Ling stopped the sword without dust, the sword was dust-free and the sword was standing, the clothes were plain, the face was light but there was no expression, and the device was so arrogant. If you didn't know the origin of his sword slave, I was afraid that no one would see it.

This dragon is a tiger, and it’s definitely a hero!

"Let's go!" There aren't many words in the sword, but it is enough to be a sword. For the Eight Emperors, he has no good feelings, but he can't ignore the disciples of Liuyuncheng.

Cooperating with the Eight Emperors is just an order from the division. He glanced at the two men who fought together with Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen did not show any signs of falling into the wind. If he hits it, he will not know that the monkey year will go. The disciples among the big brothers who saved the blood, since they can't do it, they only have to do it themselves.

"Impossible!" Mu Ling said faintly. He glanced at Ye Xiwen and saw Ye Xiwen not falling, and he was relieved.

Both of them are not many people. If you can’t talk about it, you can do it directly.

The sword-free long sword instantly points out a little cloud in the sky, flowing through the sky, breaking through the sky, and Jianguang smashes out a stream of clouds, and the life falls.

The sword is dusty and ruthless, not at all.

At the same time, Mu Ling also shot, the same is the cultivation of the kendo but it is obviously different from the sword-free and sleek kendo, and there is no sinister feeling brought by the cultivation of the corpse, but the mighty, Upright, this is another kind of upright avenue.

The strong atmosphere of both sides has caused many disciples to watch the trepidation. Although the two men did not fight Ye Xiwen three people fiercely, but the battle is not big, it is not much worse. After all, they are only one layer, and the destructive power of the truth is also seven. Big and unimaginable, in addition to talking about a few people, on today's Wan Yao Island, are the most top-ranking, who dare to look down on them.

"Boom!" The swords of both sides slammed into each other, flowing clouds, and Huang Quanqi hit together.

The sword is dust-free. It is a rare genius in the city of Liuyun. It can go from a sword slave to the status of today. Its talent and hard work are leisurely, but Mu Ling is not free, and there are few in the same rank. adversary.

The swords of both sides directly compressed a picture of the scroll, and they have already realized the meaning of the sword, and the sword is played to the extreme, very terrible.

The swords of the two sides are entangled in a trace, devour each other and erase each other. This is a terrible competition for artistic conception.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The fierce power of the two sides is not as good as that of Ye Xiwen, but the real intensity is not bad at all.

The sword has no dust to save the disciples of Yuncheng, and Mu Ling has promised Ye Xiwen, absolutely no one will let anyone mess.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

In the **** battle, the evil blood gods above the sky are killing those disciples to the ground with one shot.

On the side of Mu Youran smiled very happy, while commanding a large array of crucified disciples of the Bawang Party and Wanzheng League, but his heart is unusually happy, there is a feeling of exuberance.

After knowing that the two major leagues are going to start with the Blood Alliance, almost everyone is not optimistic about the Blood Alliance. It is only a matter of time before the destruction of the Blood Alliance. At most, Ye Xiwen’s shot may save the Blood Alliance. However, as a generation of Tianjiao, he was willing to be willing. If the Eight Emperors did not inherit the Sixiangmen, the cultivation of several people should be similar.

Mu leisurely laughed a bit of evil, after this campaign, who dared to look down on their blood alliance.

"boom!"

Eight ridiculous this long gun pierced the universe, the horrible air machine firmly locked Ye Xiwen, the heroic world, like a demon god.

"Hey!" Wan Chengyao's long knife instantly burst out with dazzling knives and cold, and the endless light whizzed out.

Two terrible attacks instantly rushed toward Ye Xiwen. In everyone's opinion, Ye Xiwen certainly couldn't resist it. It is good to be able to withstand such an attack, let alone two.

The sky is cracked, the air and the waves are flying, and the direct birth has flattened countless trees.

"Boom!" Ye Xiwen's long knife burst into a golden dragon rushed up.

The terrible air waves swept through, it was a horrible collision, but Ye Xiwen did not move even in the same movement. Such a aftermath would have no effect on him at all. I must know that his strength is terrible, especially the body of the body. Incomparable tyrannical body, this is the fundamental strength of Ye Xiwen's courage to fight with two people.

"Get out of the way!" Compared to the enthusiasm of the Eight Emperors for killing Ye Xiwen, Wan Chengyao pays more attention to the disciples of the Wanzheng League. If the disciples of Wanzheng League are dead, then he really becomes a Alone.

Finally, he broke out completely, and the knives as the sea generally pressed toward Ye Xiwen.

The blade is like a wave, and the layer of one is swept away toward Ye Xiwen. The eight emperors next to it are also cooperating with the rifle. They are like a dragon in the waves, sometimes vacant, sometimes drowning in the waves. Under the exception, it is terrible.

In Ye Xiwen’s eyes, killing is even more killing for these two people.

If Wan Chengyao's blade is like a wave, then Ye Xiwen's current long knife is breaking the waves, letting him endless waves of waves, and Ye Xiwen is just a knife.

At this time, Ye Xiwen’s hegemonic body fully reflects the terrible fighting power. The golden element of the golden body is boiling, like a golden **** of war, standing in the wild waves, like the hard rock in the sea. Any time he waved and beat countless times, he thought about shaking Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen knows that this has not yet reached the most tragic time, and his hegemonic body has not been completely released.

"Really one person is the two masters!"

"And still not at all, this Ye Xiwen is too terrible!"

"This way, I am afraid that Ye Xiwen really wants to become famous!"

"It's still early!" said the eagle watching the war. "This is just the beginning, it hasn't been tragic until you die!"

Ji Mingyue and Wang Ziwei also nodded, and their eyes were naturally incomparable to the average person.

"This time there are not many people in Da Yue, but there are many elites. Whether it is the Eight Emperors or Ye Xiwen or the swords, or the words Shaobo and Mu Youran, they are all elites!" The Warhawk said something strange. This time, the number of people coming from the country is not a lot, that is, a hundred people, especially the one yuan or even two or three kittens, but there are also many elites.

As the eagle said, Ye Xiwen was the time to fight to the most intense stage.

The long knife in Ye Xiwen's hand smashed the sword of a knife and a knife, fading the fluctuations of the law, Ye Xiwen slowly revealed his own cards.

Each knife will be turned into a picture and the original will be crushed. This is the most ruthless knife crush, the artistic conception.

"Hey!"

"boom!"

A pair of scrolls were suppressed and turned into the most terrible blade.

The Eight Emperors and Wan Chengyao also made all the efforts, and all the means of pressing the bottom of the box were made out. Wan Chengyao's blade pressed down the endless stars, forming a starry sea, and the falling of life, the town collapsed. day.

The eight prince's long shots pierced the endless conquest of the army, the emperor swept the world, no one can ignore his terrible.

"boom!"

The turbulent waves swept out. In the most important places, even the atoms were shattered by terrible collisions to form a blossoming mushroom cloud rising up, bursting with terrible light.

Ye Xiwen's hair was madly scattered in the wind, and the long knife in his hand went across the sky with a terrible knife, and smashed into the other's knife and gun.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Both sides of the attack after the attack can sweep everything, sweeping the mountain, and even the universe collapsed.

The two sides finally began to kill the stage of white-hot.

Everyone saw the dazzling fascination, I didn't expect to see such a battle. Compared with the masters of the same rank, the three did not know what the tyrannical direction was.

This is a rare opportunity. After this opportunity, there may be no such opportunity.

The laps of the air wave rolled out, and the horrible power was traversing the sky, causing a scene like the end of the world, sweeping away.

At this time, the battle finally reached the most tragic time.

"When!" Ye Xiwen smashed the rifle from the Eight Emperors, and the terrible power swayed out, even if a small mountain peak was flattened.

Then there was a long knife like a deep sea dragon. It instantly broke through the sky, swept it, suppressed the world, and fell to Ye Xiwen.

"Hey!" Splashing out with the golden blood, this knife only did not give Ye Xiwen two and a half, Ye Xiwen quickly hurried all the way, retired dozens of feet to see how to avoid this terrorist attack .

"Is the injury finally going to life and death?" A disciple shouted excitedly.

Wan Chengyao screamed a tall body like a mountain, a hundred students fell down, with boundless power, a layer of ripples, straight down to Ye Xiwen.

This is unreasonable. If you catch the flaws of Ye Xiwen, you must completely kill Ye Xiwen.

"Dead, no one can save you today!" Eight emperors sneered, long shots like a dragon, swept a terrible storm, turned into a group of light, swept away toward Ye Xiwen.

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Seeking thirteen monthly tickets to make thirty sheets, and today you will be guaranteed five more!

With only 27 tickets, the Valkyrie space can be moved from the eleventh to the ninth. Now it is near the end of the month. Everyone is fighting, and Xiao Chen doesn’t want to lose or lose. Everyone has a monthly ticket. Let's go!

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