Behind the red circle creatures and pink creatures, the two demon emperor-level strong men also followed in the footsteps of the green ghost.
Wang Hongtu’s hand is trembling, and Wang Jian will cut another sword, and he will be seated on the spot. Even if he throws eggs at stones, he will leave the Wang family’s character in the world forever.
"Leader!"
"Wang Guzhu!"
Many monks called out their magic powers and various magical powers to fight against the Green Sorrower, but the steel fluid did not stir up any waves.
The feeling of despair and pathos fills everyone’s heart.
"Is the sky going to kill us!"
"isn’t there really a strong Terran who can defeat them?"
"Nannan, I have to go first. I hope you can hide and live longer."
At that time, some monks growled and displayed their magical powers, others asked questions and missed their families.
There used to be ten thousand monks in frontier fortress, but now there are more than seven thousand but a quarter of an hour to live and die.
The Green Sorrower held out his hand and saw that Wang Hongtu wanted to urge the sword to grasp it directly at Wang Jian. "This sword belongs to me!"
The hand of the Green Sorrower is about to cover Wang Hongtu, and it stops when it is three feet away from Wang Jian.
It’s not that it changed its mind and stopped paying attention to these humble lambs, but that it moved on. Its feet collapsed and its poor strength blessed it, let alone continued to explore Wang Jian and even its hands could not be recovered.
Because the back of its hand is holding a person at this time.
Men’s black robes, white hair, fluttering
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Green Shi magic shocked and looked at his back. Two outside creatures behind the man were also surprised.
They don’t want to stop, but they wonder when this white-haired man appeared. Why didn’t they see it clearly?
Wang Hongtu was about to cut the last sword of his life when he saw the green ghost stop. He also saw the white-haired man.
Black robe and white hair with black knife
Stand at the forefront of the front with your back to all beings, and there is conan the destroyer’s hand of Wei Lu.
There is nothing to dominate the sky, and there is no sword. It is reassuring that he is there.
Wang Hongtu doesn’t feel half a magic breath from the other side, just like a mortal. How can a mortal appear in a high battlefield and still have the back of a demon’s hand?
The white-haired man looks indifferent. He looks so small in front of the green demon, but his eyes look down at each other. "You deserve to touch this sword, too?"
The Green Sorrower tried his best, the earth kept collapsing, and the surging magic made the virtual capital tremble, but it couldn’t advance or retreat. It looked at the man standing on the back of his hand in horror.
It’s the square meaning that stops you from getting together, which is hard for outsiders to detect.
Lu Chen didn’t look back, but the words were to Wang Hongtu, "You are not right. I think the sword is good and your villain is good."
Wang Hongtu leng leng, although he is in his forties this year, he is a little old. Why does the other party shout his voice like Grandfather calling Sun?
The black knife in black makes the green ghost unable to move. Is this human?
Wang Hongtu suddenly woke up "sunset predecessors! ？”
When he shouted this taboo, he even felt ridiculous, because the sunset in the east in the heart of heaven and man had been dead for more than a hundred years. If he was reincarnated again, his predecessors would not have stayed in the mountains all the time.
Wang Hongtu’s words surprised many monks. They were supposed to die in the frontier fortress today, but suddenly a mysterious white-haired man appeared. He was also suspected to be the first strong man in a thousand years ago. Sunset!
Lu Chen’s eyes glanced at the restless imported marble and the red sun, but those outside creatures dared not touch.
"I’m sorry I’m late, Liu Chen."
Lu Chen held the waist regicide apologetically.