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Liu Xian suddenly said, "Even if I miss my hand, there is no resistance from the director’s adult."
Duan thirteen nodded and said, "White!" Turn over and jump from the second floor
In the distance, the breeze faintly heard their words, and my eyes narrowed and there was a cold light trying to kill me? Also jumped from the second floor and knocked down the ring.
The archbishop backed into the corner with a protective cover and said, "!"
"Ruling Division 13!"
"Temple breeze!"
After reporting the name, the last thirteen suddenly rushed towards the breeze, and the figure became thirteen and thirteen, and at the same time, it killed the breeze.
The breeze hand pulls out a stack of yellow symbols from the bosom, takes out his hand and scatters the yellow symbols, and flies out of the suspension, burning all kinds of flames, turning into a series of lights and covering the breeze body to form more than 20 layers of defensive cover.
Thirteen figures wielded swords to cut the defensive cover "dong ~" and a muffled sound rang out. Twelve figures dissipated in order, and a shadow sword cut the defensive cover to form a depression.
Pa ~ a crunchy two-layer defensive cover is broken, and a rebound force is generated. Section 13 stumbles backward and steps on the ring.
"Keep coming!" he said contemptuously with a tick in the breeze shield.
Duan shisan’s face turned ugly and despised me?
On the second floor, Han Long squinted and said, "There is a limit to defense. If you attack with one blow, you will be killed."
Broken 13 o’clock nodded and drank a lot, and the whole body bloomed with strong firm but gentle, dancing like a black blade tornado storm. The blade storm rose from the ground and the sharp bottom hit the breeze.
The breeze doesn’t hide, it doesn’t escape, it crashes into the breeze, and it instantly swallows the breeze ~ the impact sound is connected into a firm but gentle storm that lasts for a long time before it slowly dissipates and reappears in front of the battlefield.
Seeing that the breeze is light and the wind is light, the body is covered with a thin layer of defensive cover. It’s 130 meters away, bending over and panting. Just that trick directly consumes nine layers of physical strength. Looking up with confidence, I looked up at the breeze and cried, "How is this possible?"
The wind patted his chest and said, "Terrible! It’s terrible. I almost broke my defense. "The in the mind is really a burst of happiness. This move is really strong. If it is not even a supplementary defense, it may be really miserable.
Chapter one hundred and fifty-nine Willow string shows its edge
On the second floor, every one in the ruling division camp looks worse than the other.
Han Long shouted angrily, "It is a disadvantage to borrow external force."
Liu Xian spat out a long breath and touched the waist sword with a sharp look in his eyes. He said, "We are not short of money, but it is too small to look down on us if we want to win this big match by money."
The top floor ruled that the clerk’s clock was broken and sneered and said, "Don’t you spend a lot of money preparing so many defensive measures?"
Wechat business’s eyes flashed a trace of doubt and said, "This is not a temple means. It is unheard of that a piece of paper can protect the body."
When the clock broke, it suddenly occurred to me that Baiyun Temple was a white opportunity.
In the face of the challenge section 13, he roared, "Break it for me ~" and shot straight like a sword. Bang ~ A crisp thin layer of defense cover should be broken, and the two figures staggered by.
Duan Shisanban knelt down and gasped, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes, which finally broke the defense. What else can you do? !
A black shadow appeared from the top of Duan Thirteen’s head ~ a rumbling sound. Duan Thirteen’s eyes turned and slammed to the nose and mouth, and at the same time, a stream of blood was sprayed on the ring.
Looking at Han Long on the second floor, he held his fist next to the thirteenth section of the breeze and white clothes, and said, "Is this the ruling fist of the Temple?"
Han Long’s eyes were full of fire, waiting for the breeze, and his eyes were full of anger.
The archbishop said with a smile, "Bai Fengsheng!"
The shield blew a breeze, saluted the archbishop and ascended and descended to the second floor.
Immediately, there were two rulings. The black knight jumped into the ring and carried Duan Thirteen.
Han Long was furious and shouted, "I don’t think it’s a disadvantage."
The Archbishop simply said, "Temples are bigger than anything, a Han Long versus Huang Yu."
Han Long suddenly looked at a middle-aged man in the adjudication department next to him and said with a wry smile, "I give up!"
Say that finish and fly away towards the audience camp.
The archbishop said lightly, "Han Longsheng! A willow string is cold to the pastoral cloud. "
Face immediately small talk.
"Mu Yunhan, this willow string is miserable this time."
"Pastoral cloud cold is the third-order first in the temple, and even if the whole third-order celebration of the country can compete with pastoral cloud cold, there are few."
"I heard that Mu Yunhan once hunted down the corpse king with one person and one gun, and finally slaughtered the corpse king and left."
"Willow string is not very severe! A game of opponents has no resistance. "
……
Two figures jumped down from the second floor, and the archbishop of the challenge released a defensive cover and retreated to the corner. Two people were separated by hundreds of meters.
Willow string chuckled and said, "I know you’ve heard a lot about ice gun grazing cloud cold."
Mu Yunhan raised his pike and pointed to the willow string with a dignified look and said, "But I don’t know that if you weren’t this time, I don’t know that the ruling department has a master swordsman besides Han Long."
Liu Xian raised his sword in his hand and said with a faint smile, "I have long wanted to fight with you. It is said that you are the first master of the third order in the Temple, and I want to learn this time."
"Come on!"
Willow string instantly rushed towards Muyun cold and rose with strong fighting spirit.
Pastoral cloud cold hands pike dong a landing Kaka ~ a layer of Xuan Bing pike center rapid ring spread quickly covered the whole ring.
Liu Xian stepped on Xuan Bing and suddenly slipped. Xuan Bing drifted, but the speed was faster, and the route was even weirder, as if Xuan Bing was his home.
Pastoral cloud cold eyebrows a wrinkly figure teleport bang a sword light across his front stand place fracture Xuan Bing sputtering.
The willow string figure suddenly stopped at the moment. In front of it, Mu Yun’s cold consciousness stabbed the pike with one gun and shook it to form a gun curtain.