MTL - Fanatic Martial God-Chapter 2068 a heavy punch

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"Blood! This is a unified look at who you can save!" At the same time, the blasted sneer.

"Idiot!" A disgusted glance at the turbid wind, **** skunk, immediately swayed and disappeared, not intended to waste time with the turbid wind.

The figure disappeared, and the blood was bursting out like a strong man of the Holy Emperor. The other side was strong, and the blood must kill them first.

"Blood! You deal with them, Ben Dutong will deal with the people of the Qingyi Palace, see how you choose!" The face reveals a sly smile, the wind and the wind are cold, and there is no pursuit of blood, but the Qing Dynasty Fang Qianxing and others of the Holy Palace burst out.

"What?" The moment of hearing the words, the **** face suddenly changed greatly, if the turbid wind shot, it is definitely a spike!

"This bastard!" The fierce roar of my heart, **** must be once again flashed back to block the turbid wind.

In the face of the turbid wind that suddenly burst into the air, Fang Qianxing was frightened and pale, and swallowed in horror.

"Hey!" The cold eyes glanced at the **** blood that appeared in the flash. The turbid wind actually stopped, and the body slowly retreated. Sen sneered and said: "You want to save them."

Seeing that the strong man brought by the turbid wind is approaching, the sneer on the turbid wind face is a bit more.

"Blood! You just deal with him, others give it to me!" When the **** secretly rushed, Xiao Chen's faint voice was transferred into the **** ear in a timely manner.

"Good!" The heart suddenly felt happy, **** know that Xiao Chen must come back, after a respectful response, it is fierce and rushing to the turbid wind.

Without any worries, bloodyness can not be merciless, and all efforts are made to launch the most aggressive attack.

"Space penetration!"

Xiao Chen's figure, strangely appeared in the Qingyi Holy Palace in the air, his heart suddenly screamed, urging all efforts, and condensed in the fist, and finally madly smashed into the void.

"Xiao Chen!" Feel the familiar atmosphere of the overbearing, his eyes suddenly swept to Xiao Chen, the turbid wind heart was surprised, I did not expect Xiao Chen to appear at this time.

"Very good! This kid actually appeared at this time, the Lord of the Temple is waiting for you!" The heart was secretly ecstatic, and the heart of the wind screamed coldly.

"Boom!"

"Puff puff!"

As Xiao Chen madly punched out, for a time, many of the saints and monarchs who dive down were surrounded by strange fists with terrorist powers, but they were completely unaware of them, followed by a series of thunders. The explosion of the general sound swept through, the Holy Emperor of the Holy Emperor, almost at the same time spit blood, the figure fell back.

Suddenly, there was a scene of terror, and suddenly the Fang Qianxing and other members of the Qing Palace were frightened, and the eyes were instantly magnified, and the many powerful people spit blood, and the figure flew out.

Not a turbid wind, the other side has sixty-four people, but it is a blink of an eye, sixty-four people were injured at the same time.

The strength of terror is extremely shocking.

"Little Lord!"

"It is the Lord of the Temple!"

"Xiao Chen, younger brother!"

The eyes of everyone swept into the air, and when they saw Xiao Chen, their faces were filled with ecstasy and excited cheers.

"Good... good horrible strength! I hurt so many strong people in a blink of an eye!" Looking at Xiao Chen in the air with horror, Zhao Yuxi swears to Shinto, can’t believe that Xiao Chen has been horrified. To the point.

"He has already advanced to the middle of the Holy Emperor! I am still in the middle of the Holy King!" The pretty face is full of shock, pale, and Miao Cui Ling is also watching Duo Chen.

"The midst of the Holy Emperor! The Lord of the Temple has broken through the middle of the Holy Emperor!" Meng Fei and others are very shocked to see Xiao Chen.

Fang Qianxing did not even have a chance to shoot, Xiao Chen injured all the strong opponents.

Above the air, a space law is determined to be seriously injured by the strong winds brought by the turbid wind. The strongest of the sacred kings are already falling down to the mountains below. They are unable to climb up. If you look closely, they are lost. The breath of life has been spiked by the power of Xiao Chen.

As for the strong emperor, who can barely support the sky, there are only two masters in the middle of the Holy Emperor. Others are lying in the lower mountains and unable to move.

The two mid-term strong men of the Holy Emperor, although repaired to be equivalent to Xiao Chen, but they did not feel the attack of Xiao Chen, was slammed in the absence of precautions, but also suffered a minor injury.

The cold eyes glanced at the two emperors in the middle, and the face showed a sneer, Xiao Chen said: "Well, I can still hold it."

A person who blinked at his side had been seriously injured by Xiao Chen, and he had killed fifty masters of the sacred prince. The face of the turbid wind was also gloomy, and the gaze of his eyes stared at Xiao Chen.

"Turkish wind, you bring so many people, what do you want? Let them come to die?" The cold eyes glanced at the gloomy turbid wind, Xiao Chen sneered.

After hearing the words, avoiding the **** fierce attack, the soles of the feet lighted the void, and the figure retreated to the distance. The turbid winds sneered and said: "What are these dead people? But it is useless waste, Xiao Chen, you It’s just right! Bendu is still thinking about how to bring you out. I thought you were retreating. I never thought that you actually appeared. Since it’s on the scene, today is your death.”

"Take me out?" A slight glimpse, a sneer appeared, and Xiao Chen shrugged and shrugged: "You haven't figured out the turbid wind. Here is the southern domain. It is the site of the Bawang Temple. You said today is In my death, is your brain okay?"

"You will know it in a moment." The face showed a sneer of gloating, and the wind was cold.

"Is it?" There was no horror in the face, and Xiao Chen immediately went to the two mid-ages of the seriously wounded Emperor. Sen coldly said: "I will kill them now. I want to know how it is today." Dead period."

"Oh, the soul of the temple is not good, the strength is even more fierce. In a blink of an eye, it will kill so many people, fifteen masters of the Holy Emperor, but also seriously injured by you, it is indeed amazing." When Xiao Chen wanted to take a shot, a faint sneer came from the sky, illusory, and it was impossible to catch his position.

Hearing this voice, the smoky eyes flashed and respected, and immediately kneeled down on one knee, respectfully said: "Little Lord!"

"The Lord of the Temples? The Lord of the Temples of the Kui Kui Temple?" Frown slightly, Xiao Chen screamed, his face became dignified.

"Do you want to be the Lord of the Temple?" In the Qing Palace, the disciples exclaimed, and their hearts became more and more fearful.

"The hollow!" The **** face, full of shock and panic, is obviously extremely jealous of this person.

"The lord of the temple, be careful, his scorpion's scorpion is hollowed out. When the boy was in the late period of the Holy Emperor, I was defeated in his hands. After a few years of retreat, he broke through the early days of the Holy Spirit." Quickly come out, **** dignified in Xiao Chen's ear.

Nothing can be nodded, Xiao Chen whispered: "The strength of this guy is really terrible, his breath is completely different from the beginning of other holy people, this person is quite dangerous."

Above the sky, a figure appeared out of thin air, very strange, the person is a young man, blue and white brocade robes, at a glance, you know that there are people who come.

This person is the scorpion of the scorpion, the body shape is slowly falling down, the cold eyes look at Xiao Chen.

"Xiao Chen, I am very curious, with the repair of the middle of your holy emperor, how did the strange element of the late emperor die in your hands? Is the cold emperor secretly shot, or do you kill him?" Dust, the figure fell to the air in the air with Xiao Chen, asked the sneer.

"You have to ask him this." Smiled slightly, Xiao Chensen cold.

"The tone is not small." The eyelids flashed disdain, hollowed out the cold and cold, and the cold atmosphere was a bit stronger.

The cold eyes slammed to the blood next to Xiao Chen, and then sneered and said: "Blood, not seen for a few years, your cultivation has not grown much."

Bloody and cold: "It has nothing to do with you!"

"This little master may be able to help you. In one case, at the moment of life and death, it will stimulate the potential of the body. Maybe it will help you to break through the sacred. It’s not necessarily true." The corner of the mouth sneaked a sneer, hollowed out The joke laughed.

"call out!"

At the moment when the voice fell, the hollowing out was turned into a black-and-white lightning-like burst, and the sound of the piercing sound was just a blink of an eye, and it appeared in front of the blood.

Bloody and Xiao Chen, as well as the Qinglan Palace, everyone did not notice, the speed of hollowing out is terrible!

"boom!"

"puff!"

The hollowed out decisive shot, only a punch, a blast of sound, immediately shocked **** mouth spit blood, body shape like a cannonball flying out.

"Blood!" Xiao Chen's face suddenly changed, worried about it.

The attack in the early days of the Holy Spirit, the power of destruction, is not bloody!

Just as Xiao Chen was anxious to rush out, he found that his body could not move, but he was trapped by a horrible force.

"Xiao Chen brother, the drug **** predecessor retreat, set up the enchantment, I can't get in." And at this time, Mu Qing's message passed to Xiao Chen's ear.

"Is it closed?" Mu Qing's message was to make Xiao Chen anxious. Xiao Chen did not expect that the hollowing out would appear at this time.

"Xiao Chen, are you worried about him? He should still be alive, but this is the young master who looked down on him. I thought that the fist could kill the blood." The faint sneer, using a look of the clown Look at Xiao Chen.

"The Lord of the Temple, he went down and killed him!" asked the turbid wind.

Wen Yan, Sen cold eyes glanced at the turbid wind, hollowed out cold and cold: "turbid wind, the idea of ​​your identity, there is no part of your voice here! Give me a shut up!"

The cold and horrible words of murderous murmurs suddenly trembled with turmoil, and the heart was terrified, but it was also dark and empty for five hundred times.

Slightly paused, hollowed out and smirked: "The land of the Holy Emperor, there is no need to worry, the sacred world is dominated by the Holy Spirit, and others are nothing but ants."

"Let's use your own ideas to see others. Who do you think you are? Is the beginning of the Holy Spirit very great? You are just a strong bully, what? You are very fulfilled? Make you very comfortable and happy?" "The fierce gaze stares at the hollow, Xiao Chen swears, and his face is extremely gloomy."

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