Chapter 7265

I've worked hard for so long.

They broke out far beyond their own strength.

More than 10 times, 100 times.

But can't we still win?

Phoenix purple Luan's hand falls from the air!

"In addition to him, shoot to kill!"

Her eyes became sinister and evil.

"Today, I will dye the earth under my feet with the blood of all people!"

Her tone is extremely insidious.

After being hurt by Jun Aohan's indifference, she has been completely crazy!

Even if we use the blood of all the people on the mainland to sacrifice, she will not hesitate!

"Today, I have to fight with these eggs!"

There was only one arm of Xuan light left, and then the weapon was wielded again!

Behind him, there were bloodstains. Just after a bloody battle, Lin Qingxuan and Yu Gu came here desperately

"Ha ha, we old guys, who have lived for hundreds of years, have already lived enough. We can die together with the sages. We will come to Jiuquan and boast with those old guys!"

Behind them, there are many disciples.

Including Mo Ziqing, Gong shuduan, Na Lanyu, etc

These facial expressions are either immature or tense.

But no one is afraid.

It is clear to everyone that today's World War I has reached this point.

Then, there is no end to death!

"Kill!"

Hundreds of Saint steps, under the command of fengziluan, wield their weapons and fight forward.

But the gentleman is proud cold, then bears the brunt!

"Let me help him..."

Ye Qingli pulls out the Tianhuang Dao and rushes to it.

However, as soon as she got up, she felt a faint in her head.

Then, she was pressed by Shen Qingfeng.

"If you don't get over your injury and want to fight with others again, you will die and die!"

"Sooner or later, I'll die. Do I have a chance to live too hard?"

Ye Qingli smiled faintly.

She quickly took a pill out of her arms and put it into her mouth.

Then, pale face, suddenly appeared a strange color of blood purples.

Purple and gold war armor, appear on her.

Then she took out the Tianhuang Dao and rushed away again!

"Boom!"

Mo Ziqing was cut to his right shoulder by a saint level master, and his blood was running like a stream.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for his death, a flame like a sky covered flame rolled across the sky.

Then, burn the sage to ashes!

"Boss..."

Mo Ziqing shouted in a hoarse voice.

"I almost thought I couldn't see you."

"Can you still get up?"

Ye Qingli glances at her.

"Of course!"

Mo Ziqing jumps up!

He grabbed his broken arm and threw it away!

Then, grab the weapon again!

"I won't frown as long as I follow the eldest brother, go up the sword mountain and down the fire sea!"

"Kill!"

He cried, and again he rushed into the regiment!

There was a scuffle all around.

Jun Aohan, with only one person, took over the other side, 70% of the offensive!

His figure, in the field vertical and horizontal vigorous, like swimming dragon general.

Sword in hand everywhere.

Take a lot of life.

His face was as cold as death.

In the wanton harvest of the lives of opponents.

Feng ziluan, who was standing in the air, kept twitching his eyes.

This man, again and again, is beyond her expectation.

Three years.

It's just three years!