Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the air, the little **** king is wearing a battle armor and holding a magic gun, like an immortal king, swallowing the world.

The attitude of being so proud of the world made everyone moved.

"Battle Fairy, wielding a magic gun, the little **** king finally revealed his hole card."

"This is the taboo technique of invincible true immortals, especially the God of War armor. Its defense is shocking. Even if it is as strong as Dragon King, it has not been broken."

"The magical weapon's offensive power is also ridiculously strong. As long as it is injured, it will continue to increase until it dies."

Everyone exclaimed, knowing that the little **** king was about to move.

The battle immortal armor and the sacred magic gun have one attack and one defense, and they complement each other, which is one of the most powerful means of the little **** king.

As long as this life, it means that he is serious, it also means that the battle is almost over.

"Lingxian, let's go."

A faint word fell, the little **** king slashed with a gun, destroyed all directions, and broke the sky.

"You don't have this ability." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, Yu Mo Bao Yi added, Pingran Emperor's fist burst out.

From the beginning of the war, the situation moved, and the Emperor's Magic Gun collided in the air, breaking up the void and shaking the sky.

brush!

The magic gun swept across, destroying all directions, Emperor Boxing regretted the world, and shook Tianyu.

Ling Xian's strong confrontation against the little **** king, from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky, was so horrifying that everyone frightened.

Both of them are too powerful. They are definitely top-notch evils of the same level and have the potential to suppress an era.

Thirty moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves ... Lingxian and the little **** king were injured, and they seemed to be evenly divided, but everyone knew that Lingxian fell into a disadvantage.

As long as it is injured by the stun gun, it will continue to increase, which means that Ling Xian will become weaker and weaker.

The little **** king is a destiny, and this injury is nothing to him.

"The big picture is set, Lingxian, you can't get back to heaven."

The little **** king shot with arrogance, and in one shot, the void was not there.

He is too powerful, especially in the case of using the armor and the stun gun, it is simply God blocking the killing of the God, and the Buddha blocking the killing of the Buddha!

This put Ling Xian into a hard battle.

The magical power of the magical gun has invaded his internal organs. If it is changed to normal, he can easily refine it, but at this moment, he still has to deal with the little **** king.

This is a little tricky.

At present, Lingxian punched out, showing the highest mystery of Dingxianding.

Suddenly, the emperor's virtual shadow manifested, and Xia's power entered the body.

The next moment, Lingxian's combat power soared, and the powerful **** retreated from the little **** king.

Then, Tianzun's ancient blood boiled, refining the power of the magic weapon.

"Even if you dispel the power of the magic gun, it will not change the outcome of your defeat."

The little **** Wang ’s eyes glowed fiercely, as the emperor awakened, his momentum soared tenfold.

The next moment, the magic gun came again, the sky was sharp, and the terror was absolutely terrifying.

However, Ling Xian cannot be shaken.

He was completely insane, the magical hands of the fairy bones, the Emperor Boxing soldiers, all means broke out at this moment!

This changed everyone's presence, and even the little **** king was moved.

It is really terrible. Except for Luo Xinjie, no one expected that Ling Xian had such a powerful strength.

What's even more shocking is that Ling Xian actually suppressed the little **** king.

Even if the little **** king used a tenfold stronger method, he couldn't reverse the situation.

Boom boom!

Stealing the gods' hands and regretting the world, the battle of the immortal bones was fierce, Lingxian was fierce, and the little **** king hit the blood with a big mouth, and he retreated.

This shocked everyone at the scene, and their eyes were almost staring.

No one thought that in a blink of an eye, Ling Xian reversed the defeat and suppressed the little **** king.

"Damn!"

The little **** king was angry and rushed to the crown, his blood was surging, like a flowing river, surging and endless.

Suddenly, his injuries recovered and healed to the heyday!

There is no way, the destiny is too terrible. As long as it is not fatal, it can be restored in the short time.

However, he is still at a disadvantage.

Lingxian is fiercely esoteric, especially when he uses the hand of stealing the gods to trigger the battle of the immortal bones.

Blood spilled, bones shattered, the little **** Wang's painful face was twisted, and cold sweat flowed.

At the same time, he was furious and killed.

At present, the little **** king is crazy, and the offensive is even more powerful.

However, Lingxian was more mad than him.

Stealing the hands of the gods to shake the world, leveling the Emperor's fists, and Lingxian's madness to the extreme, even if the little **** king played a series of shocking methods in succession, he could not reverse the situation.

This shocked everyone on the scene, even if it was Luo Xinjie who understood Lingxian's strength, there were a few distributions.

"I must be dazzled. How could the little **** king be suppressed by him?"

"It's unbelievable that the little **** king actually fell into the wind, which is incredible."

"Too perverted, how strong is he?"

The crowd was stunned, too sturdy, and they were able to beat the little **** king to cough and blood, which is simply against the sky!

"Go to death!"

The little **** king was so angry that the endless black gas poured out, covering the sky and the sun.

Everyone's sight was blocked, and the spirit was isolated. Even Luo Xinjie couldn't detect the situation in the black mist.

"Appeared, the little **** king finally used the strongest method."

"This is the way to suppress Long Jun? It's too weird, obviously there is no momentum, but it makes me scared and shudder."

"It's over, even Longjun is at a loss, Lingxian will most likely lose."

The crowd spoke with fear.

Even the elders of the Ninth Realm, Luo Xinjie and other saints, their expressions were dignified.

"Appeared, I hope he can break this method ..." Long Jun sighed softly, making it difficult to hide his bitterness.

He was defeated in the dark mist. If he can break this method, he may not lose.

"What power does this method have?" Luo Xinjie Daimei frowned slightly, her eyes fainted.

The same is true of night.

Both of them are stunning peerless Tianjiao, naturally they can feel the horror of the black mist.

"Black mist can suppress strength, confuse the mind, can't be broken, and can't hide." Long Jun smiled bitterly.

"Suppressing strength, confusing the mind ..." Luo Xin explained to himself, worried.

Whether it is suppressing strength or confusing minds, it is a lethal threat to the same World War I, let alone added together.

Therefore, she was worried about Ling Xian.

At this moment, Lingxian is indeed in trouble.

Heiwu is too weird, which not only weakens his strength by 20%, but also makes it difficult for him to meditate, and to be crazy.

Even more frightening is that he could not feel the breath of the little **** king.

In other words, he is in the Ming and the little **** king is in the dark.

"No wonder it can suppress Long Jun, this method is really terrible ..."

Ling Xian sighed. He has the same combat power as the Little God King, not to mention the suppressed strength and difficulty in calming down. Even if there is only a moment of distraction, the Little God King will be killed.

"I underestimated you."

The cold words sounded, and the little **** king appeared in front of Ling Xian, covered with blood, but there was no injury, and his breath was not weak.

This is the terrible life of the deities, almost immortal.

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I had finished writing a little more, but suddenly there was a power outage, and everything I wrote was gone. I wrote again, and the **** power outage.