Chapter 483: one move (2/2)
”Become a dead eunuch.”
Wu Ling winds a smile.
Unfortunately, his purpose was not achieved.
The expression of the Eastern Holocaust is still indifferent, without any anger.
”Your cultivation is really a lot of progress.”
There was a hint of vigilance in Wu Ling's eyes. The original game that he felt must win. At this moment, his heart was somewhat up and down. It was because the Eastern Holocaust was too calm, and calmly let him not have a sigh of relief.
”How can the little prince not do it?”
Fei Yuan was anxious. He was anxious to see the end of the Eastern Holocaust defeat. In this way, he had the opportunity to ridicule the Eastern Holocaust as much as he could, and vent his anger.
”Fei Yuan big brother, don't worry, Xiao Wang Ye is trying to explore the Eastern Holocaust. In any case, the Eastern Holocaust is ranked higher in the ranks of the people than Xiao Wang.”
A teenager who was a year or two younger than Fei Yuan smiled and comforted.
”The strength of Xiao Wang Ye has far surpassed the catastrophe in the East. The ranking on the list of people must be reset today. Now in the battlefield, there should be talents of Bai Xiaojia.”
Another person said.
Just then, Wu Lingfeng and the Eastern Holocaust moved at the same time.
Everyone suddenly looked forward to seeing the two excitedly.
”Oriental Holocaust, try the peerless martial arts that I realized from the Dragon Field! The ground is out of the palm!” Wu Lingfeng laughed and saw him shoot with one palm. From his palm, the pale golden violent rush Out, it condenses a huge incomparable palm print, everyone feels that the heavens and the earth are one of the dark, the next moment, their heart will not rush to violently jump, and the heart feels a sense of irritability!
”What a terrible trick? Is this Wu Lingfeng knowing himself?”
Those Tianjiao Douzong's faces are full of shocking colors, and at the same time, there are some embarrassment, why are Wulingfeng getting the opportunity to go to the Dragon Field.
If they are going, the benefits they can get are only a lot more than the Wuling style. After all, among these people, Wulingfeng’s qualifications belong only to the middle and upper, and it is far from perfect!
”Is this the Tianjiao class? Do you feel that it is more horrible than facing a fight!”
Those ordinary fights, the face is full of horror.
”Good!”
Duan Minglong’s heart was so shocking that he looked at the golden giant palm in the sky.
”Little East, it’s dangerous.”
There is a hint of worry in the gaze of the game.
The 18-year-old emperor is still like a small adult, with a serious face, and he does not know what he is thinking.
”Ha ha ha! Eastern Holocaust, you are **** dead! See you still crazy!”
Fei Yuan laughed wildly and didn't care about the gaze of others. He blurted out.
On the stands of Wuwangfu.
”Big brother won!”
”Little King won!”
The younger brothers and sisters of Wu Lingfeng and the elders of Wuwangfu have shown a happy smile.
”Don't my Lingjing float?”
Seeing the Eastern Holocaust has not yet shot back, as if scared, many people are not willing to think.
When everyone thinks that the Eastern Holocaust will be defeated, the Eastern Holocaust shot, and he saw his hands clasped together, his fingers kept changing, and his speed was like a phantom.
At this time, only the face of the singer was horrified.
Later, behind the Eastern Holocaust, thousands of martial arts swords were formed. Like the lightning, the golden giant palm was smashed, and then the castration was not reduced. The bombardment was on the Wuling style, and Wuling’s eyes were not exposed. The color of conviction, the crux of the moment, he only had time to protect his vitality, he was smashed into a serious injury, like a broken-winged bird, and fell heavily in the center of the battlefield.
One trick, spike?
The people were horrified, unbelievable, and shocked to see the Eastern Holocaust standing in the void.