Practice starts with skill points

"If only these are, then die!"

Peng Yu looked indifferently at the two people in the pond, and the endless boxing will shocks.

"Lucky!"

Pengyu's hand is like a storm, and a slight rotation, the whole person is like a large tornado, which drives the airflow of the entire Black Wind Valley, and the Lei Yun above the head is gathered together, as if destroying the thunderbolt, to destroy the whole world.

The cold eyes opened and closed, and the blood stirred the long air, and even the Lei Yun on the top of her head was dyed with redness.

Boom!

The rolling fist was stunned, setting off the wind that swept the sky, and the blowing void sounded like a cloth hunting.

"This punch ..."

The scales in the pool on the ground were shocked, and the fear of death rushed to my heart. Obviously, it was just the cultivation of life and death. Why the gap would be so great.

"This punch is still far away."

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

Whether it is a boxing shock, the sound of the wind, and even the thunder roar, it was suddenly covered.

For a moment, the world lost his voice, and only a indifferent voice echoed the sky.

"Dare to bully my brother, Lao Tzu cuts you."

Zhong Lin roared, his left arm trembled suddenly, and he threw it in front of him. A dark light shone with a dark light that pierced everything, and suddenly broke out.

The sound of the knife was roaring like a thunder, and the cold and ruthless killing instantly covered the entire black wind valley. In the storm, it seemed like a dragon who roared up in the sky rising.

Directly in the ocean of the Pengyu surging.

There seems to be no change in this knife, no tricks.

But in fact, the position, time, strength, and speed of the knife flow passed by Zhong Lin's mind.

If you do n’t go out, you must be in the middle.

This knife was sent out. The scales and Bian Yingjie, who were blocked by Zhong Lin behind him, had always seen the dark knife light like a thunder, but it was collected immediately, as if the sun was bland, but there was no trace. It's almost a bit.

The knife was raging out, and it became a vertical line.

The Sensen knife was condensed into a beam, and the endless murderousness carried by the broken demon knife itself became a point, piercing the world, and the unparalleled knife that slashed all the swords on the top of Pengyu.

Zhong Lin's main practice boxing and Kendo, but did not mean that he did not understand the knife. On the contrary, there was a system panel to help. His knife channel was stronger than these martial arts who repaired the knife.

Now there are even more king wares.

Maybe I felt the impulse and killing of Zhong Lin's heart. At this moment, the broken demon knife was instantly refined, and the majesty of the king's device should be released.

In the fascinating, a touch of light is brighter.

Alas!

As soon as Peng Yu broke out, he looked at the scales and the Ying Yingjie who was struggling to die under his punch in his expression. The next moment, he felt a strong and unimaginable knife.

The robbery that had been punching hadn't even supported it in an instant, and was cut away. The unparalleled heavy pressure seemed to be pressed over his head.

"This ... this is impossible, you are obviously just the cultivation of the yin and yang realm, this is impossible."

Peng Yu's complexion was shocking. Looking at the horror of the world that dominated the current hegemony, his mind trembled.

The knife is coming to the body, and the killing intention is boiling.

Peng Yu had no response at all, and the murderous knife was under pressure.

In the void, there was a sound of all hundreds of, heavy, and heavily, and everything was collapsed.

"'Ah! Ah! Ah! I am the pride of heaven. I am the true biography of the Holy Land.

Peng Yu made a unwilling roar.

boom!

The sound of his crazy roar suddenly meals, and his body exploded out of thin air, and he was fried into a pink.

Zhong Lin's domineering figure also fell from the air, and his breath was weak to the extreme. The knife just drew almost everything in him. Although the king was strong, he was not controlled by his small life and death.

"Little Master ..."

The scales in the pool were shocked, but they thought that the younger brothers who had been protected by themselves finally protected themselves.

Bian Yingjie looked at Zhong Lin stunned. He thought it was high enough, but he did not expect that the mortal eyes were always mortal, and he couldn't understand what was the real Tianjiao.

This punch can be killed by Zhong Lin's horrible person. Although he has the role of the king, he still surprised him.

Zhong Lin took out a elixir and swallowed it into the abdomen, so that Jin Dan, who had dried up, recovered a lot of instantaneous time. He was about to speak, and suddenly turned his head to the rear.

The scales in the pool seem to be perceived.

"Peng Yu, my apprentice !!!"

A sound of endless murderous anger sounded, and then a horrible momentum spread from the distance.

"Who killed my apprentice Pengyu, who ????"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The sound shook the sky, containing the most profound killing of anger.

Just a sound shocked the void, and the heavens and the earth were sad.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The three people's faces were all white. They only felt that Ling Yuan shook, and the blood was boiling, and he couldn't help but spit out the blood.

You know this is just a sound.

"Yes ... is the king of the sacred land of the war."

Bian Yingjie's face was pale, her eyes were desperate, and the name of the King of God trembled tremblingly.

There are five major Wang Qiang in the Holy Land of War.

The King of God, the King of Mang, the King of the Yuan Dynasty, the King of the Holy Wilderness, and the King of the Wilderness.

Each one is the supreme strong who has sounded the East Wilderness and stayed in the world.

"It's over, the strong king is coming, this time is really over."

Bian Yingjie collapsed to the ground desperately, his face was full of dead ash.

Even if the strong man in Nirvana appeared, he dared to step forward to wave his sword and stabbed him fiercely. Even if he was an opponent, he had to disgust him.

But in the face of Feng Wangqiang, Bian Yingjie could not raise any idea of ​​resistance at all.

The scales in the pond are also pale, and they are not better than Bian Yingjie. There is his own master. He must know more about the horror of Wang Wangqiang than Bian Yingjie. Just, there is no courage to resist.

Zhong Lin slowly stood up, facing the east, and looked proudly: "Kill after killing, what are you and me?"

Hundreds of miles, the inexplicable dialogue in the void, the sound was indifferent without any fear.

"Okay! Good! Okay!"

The three good words of the King of God, the horizontal thoughts fluctuated the void, and the speed was faster.

"Old things, your apprentice was slaughtered by me like a dog, you have the ability to kill me!"

To say that the full person's jump has entered the secret realm of the evil situation that is already completely on the edge of the collapse, and the whole person is instantly wrapped by the void.

"Brother, run quickly."

A bleach of the unacceptable sound was passed into the ear of the scales in the pond, and the last glance.