Chapter 1438: What is Jihad Call (1/2)
”Buzz ...”
For example, the deep cold atmosphere of the deep sea is sweeping across the shèngzhàn Lingxiao platform.
In a pair of unbelievable eyes, many fallen Wuzong disciples and huge monsters slowly climbed up again.
In everyone's eyes, there was a cold and cold mang like Shura.
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”Wounds, wounds, their wounds are healing.”
”Oh my god!”
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At the end of many strong crossbows, and close to the edge of death, Wu Zong disciples and monsters are now freed from the iron chain in the hand of death, and one by one, the vital energy of life is overflowing again ... more amazingly, everyone ’s momentum is More than a few times stronger than before.
As for those who have been out of gas for a long time, those with broken limbs will fall forever.
”Wow ...”
The clouds rolled sky, the holy flame dyed the sky.
Enclosed by the seven-colored light rain that dances in the sky, a phantom of the illusionary holy bird, the **** bird, exudes the breath of all things, moves in the air, dancing in the fire.
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Wu Zong's disciples and many monsters are covered with the light of Shenxia.
”Hey, at the moment I just want to break your dog stuff ...”
Wu Yan, who was covered in blood, grinned, and sneered with evil charm.
Several rival masters in front of him couldn't help looking at each other, glanced at each other, and once again set off a strong sigh of anger and pounced on the other side.
”Little pretend to be a ghost in front of Lao Tzu.”
”We will send you to Huangquan.”
”dead!”
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Sword light glance, killing biting.
At the moment when the sharp blade in the hands of several people was about to fall on Wu Yan's head, the fierce beast-like fierceness burst into his eyes suddenly, ”hiss ...” A series of blood fluttered into the sky, and the pupils of everyone outside were faint As they shrank, the cold wind rose, and a few rounded heads flew out of their bodies immediately.
”boom……”
Several people's headless corpses fell to the ground, Wu Yan held the cold sword in his hands and let the enemy's warm blood splash on him.
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”Wow!”
The audience was shocked.
how come?
The other side obviously had no energy at all.
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At the same time, Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li, Zhao Qingyi and all other Wu Zong disciples who stood up were also exuding a strong fierce spirit.
The icy eyes of the red blood glowed the fury of revenge.
”It's our turn!”
”Revenge for the dead brothers!”
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”Oh!”
Jiuxiao Void, the phantom of the sacred bird of the bird dancing in the fire and sending out an intense long howl.
It sounded like an old warsong horn.
Everyone in Wuzong shouted, ”Kill!”
Many monsters and monsters are also roaring and roaring.
”Roar!”
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”kill!”
For a moment, the anger and killing thoughts that have already broken through the sky are comparable to the flood and tsunami that caused a violent storm.
The monstrous anger broke out in full swing.
A pair of vicious and hateful eyes revealed the immortal warfare, which originated from Wu Zong's counterattack and rose in anger.
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”act recklessly!”
”Huh, this time is still struggling.”
”Kill them all.”
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”kill!”
All-round chaos and fierce battles once again blew up and down the sky.
Of course, at this moment, the Wu Zong people are like the violent bloodthirsty Shura, counterattack with the most violent and direct offensive.
”kill!”
Zhao Qingyi cut it down with a single knife, and the enemy's weapon broke in response, which directly cut off the opponent's half palms neatly.
”Ah ...” The screams of the enemy's screams were not yet heard in the throat. Zhao Qingyi once again raised his sword and chopped it in half.
Blood rain splashed, internal organs flew across.
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Wang Li's palms were sacrificed from the air, and a thick group of fantasy purple lights shrouded several masters of the Thunder Saint.
”Thousands of Wrath!”
Together with the violently twisted space, ”Bang Bang Bang ...” a few dull and violent explosions, the masters of the Thunder Saints burst into a series of blood mist in a series of panic and screams.
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