Chapter 1064 (2/2)
Although there were thousands of people, in front of Wang Jian, it was like harvesting grass and mustard.
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
”Asshole, Wang Jian, stop it!” Zhao immediately exclaimed.
How can Wang Jian listen to him?
In the constant killing. Of course, Wang Jian did not use all his strength. People were fishing for fish, slowly killing, slowly waiting.
The prophet Zhao was anxious.
The hand moves the white clock, also is the face to show the color of fright.
The twelve levels of ShangXu state are somewhat empty, because they were promoted by kongmoke, so they are not the real twelve levels of ShangXu state.
But even so, it is more important than the virtual state 11. Why? Why does Jin Dayu's strength soar?
”How about the prophet Zhao?” Jin Dayu said coldly.
Jin Dayu pestered him with death, which made him unable to escape for a while.
Looking at the death of one of his subordinates, the prophet Zhao's face was so ugly that he said, ”stop it. The emperor is only AI er's talent. If you want to kill NAR for your own use, the emperor will not forgive you!”
Love talent?
In the distance, Meng Wenruo and Fengyin and Yang looked at each other, and suddenly understood.
Meng Rongrong is just an introduction. Kong Moke wants to blackmail Meng Wenruo with Meng Rongrong, and then collect Dazhen Minister? Conspire against big Zhen?
Meng Wenruo showed a trace of disdain! A clear disdain for komoco's poor scheming.
Zhao said everything anxiously.
At this time, it happened that Yan Chuan walked out of the hall of Meiling house.
When the gate was closed, Yan Chuan was in a panic. For Meng Rongrong's guilt, let Yan Chuan heart accumulation of depression.
Suddenly I heard a cry in the distance.
”Stop it, the Lord is only AI er's talent. He wants to use nale and others for his own use.”
In the distance, a word from the prophet Zhao digging the corner of the wall was like an oil barrel thrown into Yan Chuan's chest.
Yan Chuan's face suddenly became ferocious, as if he had found a place to vent his anger.
”Roar!” With a roar, Yan Chuan rushed away.
”Jin Dayu, get out of the way!” During the flight, Yan Chuan yelled angrily.
In the distance, Jin Dayu is slightly surprised, and immediately gives way to his body shape.
”When!”
There was a loud bang and the two clocks separated.
Zhao's prophet was a little surprised, and at the same time, he suddenly saw Yan Chuan, who was in the distance with a face of fierce anger.
The prophet Zhao was not angry but happy.
Yan Chuan? Left Yanjing, it is not as terrible as it was.
If you win Yan Chuan, everything will be solved.
”White lotus bell rings!” Zhao's hand suddenly urged.
”When!”
Around the white clock, suddenly floating out of a lotus like toward Yanchuan roared to cover.
Yan Chuan was angry at the moment, but he didn't let him.
With a fist, his face was angry and fierce, and he hit it. Before the man arrived, the murderous spirit went straight to the prophet Zhao.
The big fist Gang smashed on the white bell.
Zhao's face changed.
The strength of fist Gang even makes the surrounding space overlap.
”Boom
The white bell burst into pieces and opened. The remaining strength of the fist gang did not disappear, and ran into the Zhao prophet.
”No way!” Exclaimed the prophet Zhao.
”Boom
Like a meteor, the prophet Zhao was hit by a fist and flew out.
As he flew out, Zhao seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking.
”Poof!”
Leaving a thread of blood, the prophet Zhao flew ten miles away.
”Hoo!”
Suddenly, a white figure appeared, blocking the direction of Zhao's fleeing. He put his hand to hold the broken bones of the prophet Zhao.
”No way. I'm the twelve levels of ShangXu. No, it's impossible!” The prophet Zhao vomited blood, so he couldn't accept the fact at the moment.
In the distance, Yan Chuan punches, and his anger seems to have been vented almost in general. His original irritability is now much more comfortable.But Zhao's subordinates, who fought with Wang Jian all around, looked at the scene just now.
A punch? One punch fly? Mr. Zhao, you are twelve in the upper void!
In the distance, the one who received the prophet Zhao was a cold faced komoke.
Komoke saved the prophet Zhao, and a group of Ministers appeared behind him.
Kongmoke gives the prophet Zhao to his subordinates and looks coldly at Yan Chuan in the distance.
”Holy Lord!” Zhao's subordinates immediately called.
Then, a group of strong men around Wang Jian immediately flew to kongmoke.
”Wang Jian, kill!” Yan Chuan said coldly.
”Yes Wang Jian should drink.
”Sing!”
”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!”
Wang Jian's sword light, suddenly formed a huge meat grinder, a group of strong people were hanged and killed, the sword spirit is trapped around, strong people do not let escape.
”Ah ”No!” ”Help!”
The group of strong men was in a state of anxiety.
”Bold!” In the distance, komoke burst into a rage. Step toward Wang Jian's place straight forward.
”Hum!”
Yan Chuan's body suddenly moved, and immediately blocked in front of Wang Jian's battlefield and in front of Kong Moke.
”Hoo!” Two hurricanes collided.
Kongmoco was in a fit, and the two emperors were facing each other in the air. There was a fierce anger in their eyes.
PS: the second watch, there will be at night!