Supreme Demon

C_t; "The big brother of the next day is too powerful!"

"The next day, my brother is invincible!"

Everyone at Lingwu College was a big man. They waved their fists and practiced a jagged line. The ultimate first battle, the next day, they smashed the strongest sound and let them see hope. [See the latest chapter of the book, please go to], the latest chapter visit:.

They believe that this is only the beginning. Du Gu Yu Yue, Li Wei and others will also win, completely suppressing Mo Yunzong.

"The realm of cold feathers is not as good as the next day. It is normal to lose."

Cold-blooded, dragons and other people stand idly by, without the sorrow and joy of the 'color', with the strength of the cold feathers, in the top ten hands of Mo Yunzong, is only the bottom of the existence.

The next day is not the case, but he can be included in the top three.

In the second battle, Sun Tian’s decision is high!

"Sun Tian, ​​brother, please kill me Mo Yunzong's prestige, fight Lingwu College!"

Some of Mo Yunzong are clenching their fists. The ultimate battle is always their battlefield, and they have never been despised by such a thing, so that they can't stand it.

"Sun Tian, ​​brother, kill the money, and reach the semi-finals!"

People are angry.

"Boom!"

At the time of the rush of people, Sun Tian stepped on the battle platform. His eyes were calm, but there was a knife in his hand, and a wild war was sweeping.

The money is tall and burly, and the face is 'black', and the strength of the body is not weak.

"Give you a chance, try your best, or you have no chance!"

Sun Tian glanced at the money faintly, spit out such a sentence, so that the people who were boiling around ‘潮’, instantly fell silent.

Wild, overbearing!

There is no doubt that Sun Tian is going to give a sigh of relief to Mo Yunzong, to be stronger and to kill the money.

"Oh, you can't be alive!"

When the money was high and angry, a war squad smashed out in an instant, and the eight warriors circulated, forming a swirling vortex, engulfing the heavens and the earth, and in the blink of an eye, a storm formed, surrounded by swordsman, so that The power of one strike has reached a terrible situation.

Sword storm!

"defeat!"

Looking at the sword storm, Sun Tian just quietly spit out two words.

The next moment, his foot flashed, and the whole person rushed out. The sword in his hand was like a cut-and-shoulder, and it turned into a glass-like brilliance, like blood stained, and 凄 艳 艳 。.

Scythe!

He showed the strongest strength, the nine martial arts airflows all smashed, the brilliance of the sickle, ‘forced’ to the strongest point.

"puff"

When the knife fell, the swordsman storm was torn apart and flew to the sides, and Sun Tian was straightforward, and the knifeman suddenly flew out the money. (Muffy candy novel Www.MianHuaTang.Cc provides free download of Txt)

The money was high and snorted, and the face 'color' brush was white, and his 'chest' mouth to the abdomen was torn apart by a **** big mouth. Even the 'chest' bones were almost cut off, and the intestines had to flow out. It is.

And that horrible force was to fly him out and fell off the stage.

For a moment, all around was quiet, everyone looked at Sun Tian's gaze, with the ‘color’ of awe, the money was defeated, and Sun Tian was flying.

This is exactly the spike!

It was the turn of the Lingwu Academy, and everyone was dumb, and the eight-level martial artists were killed in this way, so that they all lost their ‘color’. The Sun Tian is too strong. Who can match it? !

"Nine-level martial artists, can't be compared with Qian Gao's brother!"

They sighed and the previous joys were washed away. This year, Lingwu College is not weak, but Mo Yunzong is not inferior to ‘color’. In the end, who can win is hard to say.

"Oh, Lingwu College wants to turn over, this is just the beginning." Cold blood smiled a little cold.

Undoubtedly, Sun Tian’s victory made the Mo Yunzong disciples breathe a sigh of relief and raised their anger.

In the third battle, Li Wei decided to plant a cloud.

"Oh, that Li Wei is only a five-level martial artist. Before that, he barely won, and the brothers can easily kill him."

A disciple of Mo Yunzong smiled.

Li Wei was a dark horse. He stumbled into the ultimate battle. He was not in the top ten. If it weren't for the top ten players who defeated several people, they were afraid that Ling Feng, Mo Kong and Li Wei would not qualify for promotion.

"Is Li Hao really so bullied?" Ling Feng mouth twitched, thinking of the water in the ‘comrade’ battle.

In fact, when I heard such a sentence, the solitary rainy moon and the next day were all eccentric, and there was a trace of mercy in the eyes. The water dragon was flashing a glimmer of color, and the face was like a smile.

"Li Wei, admit defeat!"

On the battle platform, the clouds were smashed and the gods were arrogant, and there was no such thing as a five-level martial artist.

"It’s always a battle!"

Li Yu's ‘color’ was calm, and a smile was on his lips. He walked slowly and his hands were behind him.

"Oh, then kill your reads;!"

The kind of clouds snorted, and the eight martial arts airflows came out, and instantly became a treacherous battle. They flew to Li Wei, and the momentum was very strong, which made the battle platform tremble.

“嗖” “咄”

Suddenly, Li Wei’s figure changed and he flashed in an instant. He carried his hands and his movements were like a flowing stream, and the trench was a hole in the battlefield.

"what?"

The kind of cloud **** ‘color’ was shocked. I didn’t think that Li Wei’s movement was so fast. It should have mastered a strong ‘door’, but the previous battles never showed up.

"kill!"

The next moment, he rushed straight and there was no time to think.

He lifted his palms and formed three treacherous battles. All of them were killed by coldness, and the latter were trapped in the center, and he was killed by the hand.

Is the body blocked? !

Cold face with a smile, he has been hidden, even at this time, still does not show all the battle, and to the ultimate battle, even if there is a hidden heart is impossible.

Since you can't hide it, then go all out!

The next moment, his body glowed, and eight martial arts airflows rushed out, and his hand rushed out, forming a sharp blade, which was so incomparable, just like the real blade was killed.

"呛".

The razor blade smashed down, and "tearing", like a tearing cloth, the three treacherous lights were cut off, and then passed by...

The kind of cloud is wide-eyed, and the flow of the eye reveals a thick and unbelievable 'color'.

He didn't think of it, he would lose!

That Li Wei is not a five-level martial artist. How could it be an eight-level martial artist? He has been hiding. When people are stunned, they are killed, and he is the first one.

The blood dropped down, and the sharp blade extended from his shoulder to the abdomen, smashing his eight martial arts airflow, making his face 'color' pale and losing blood 'color'.

"thump"

When his feet were soft, he fell down in an instant, and his blood was cracked. Blood and water could not be suppressed. The biggest blow was not from the body but from the heart.

He had thought that he had won the game, but it was such a vulnerable.

"You lost!"

Li Xiaofeng is light and light, but his eyes are shining with cold light. Everyone thinks that he is not a top ten master. Only those who can really understand will know that he is the strongest.

Whether it is the next day or the solitary rainy month, people are inferior to the 'color'.

He is the killer of Lingwu College!

This move has been used by Mo Yunzong. The kind of water is the killer of the ‘transfer’ battle. Now the Lingwu Academy has given a slap in the face of Mo Yunzong.

"Eight-level warrior!"

Mo Yunzong disciples are all gnashing their teeth. This is clearly to play pigs and eat tigers. It can be said that even if Li Wei is stronger than a kind of cloud, it is not easy to beat the latter so easily.

But they are all careless.

"Li Wei brother, is also the top ten master!"

Lingwu College has a breathless breath, especially the Li family. They used to be the most dim of God's color. Because in the top ten hands, Li has only one Li Wei, who can barely rank in the top five. Compared with the next day.

Today, Li Wei rushed in and made their faces look good.

"More than eight warriors, it should be stronger!"

Cold-blooded, dragons and dragons are all God's ‘color’ dignified, and Li Xiaofeng’s light and light clouds have killed the kind of clouds. Although there is suspicion of playing pigs and eating tigers, the blow is really strong.

"A deadly enemy!" Sun Tian was cold and cold.

"Somewhat!" Water Linglong smiled lightly, without too much expression.

"I am afraid that the real battle will begin!"

Ling Feng grinned, he was more thorough than everyone else, Lingwu College has a killer, then Mo Yunzong?

The fourth battle, cold blood against Li Wei!

At this moment, people have calmed down. Both Mo Yunzong and the disciples of Lingwu College are quiet and waiting. The first three wars are all strong and crushed. Except for Li Wei, others are already doomed.

And this war is different because no one knows the result.

Is cold blood more terrible, or is Li Wei more embarrassing?

"Cold-blooded brother, come on, you are the most 'sticky'!" Mo Yunzong disciple shouted.

"Li Jie, sister, kill cold-blooded!" The disciples of Lingwu Academy are also encouraging for Li Wei.

"Whizzing"

Daddy, both figures plundered the battle platform, cold-blooded hands tremble, cold as frost, Li Wei short hair flying, sly.

This will be the battle of the most ‘fine’ color in the top 16 and people will wait and see.

"come on!"

The cold-blooded twisted his neck, holding the trenches with one hand, and slammed it up, and the eight martial arts airflows on his body, with a low whistling sound, slowly emerged.

And the trenches, with a gentle wave, the sound of the air bursting out.

Obviously, among the eight-level warriors, he is stronger than Sun Tian and the next day. It is the most cold-blooded force of killing. Whether it is Li Wei or the next day, all will fall.

"That's the battle!" Li Yanyang raised his wrist, and a purple 'color' narrow sword flew out and landed in her hand, and then the eight-way warrior circling out, forming a roulette, fixed on her wrist. on.

"War!" "War!"

The next moment, the two men swooped out, the trenches stabbed in the air, the narrow swords flowed, and hardened, covering up the gradually warming sun in the sky.

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