: 550. You are sick, you are going to kill you.

In the abyss, the sound of dragons is endless, but it is no longer a grandiose atmosphere, but it is full of violent killings.
The nine one-eyed black dragons locked the void together, constantly consuming all the vitality beyond the deadness in the abyss.
The huge dragon body whose length is calculated in units of "Li" is stretched straight at this moment, and the dragon-tailed dragonfly is dragged on the huge portal below.
When the door opened in Kowloon, the door kept oscillating.
After the brilliance is no longer glaring, look carefully. The door is clearly shaped by the white bones, and the shapes are all keels.
Incorporating the essence of life, let the dead gantry seem to rejuvenate, and gradually there are signs of opening.
But to completely open this huge gantry, you need a strong life.
Yan Zhao song can feel that the life of his own Bei Ming is very impressive.
The whole body of Qian Qiancheng turned into a faint shadow, and it was almost impossible to detect in the abyss of dark fog.
His voice seemed to sound together in all corners: "I believe there will always be wise people to judge, I came to the sea and try to find the tomb."
"But your cleverness will send you to the place I hope, the first one to help me open the tomb."
Talk to Qiancheng City, and run your own phantom konjac to the extreme, avoiding the attack of nine black dragons.
Yan Zhao song knows the truth, and Qian Qiancheng speaks. In fact, it is not just taking advantage of the verbally cheap, but also deliberately angering himself.
If you and the North are divided into physical and mental states, and try to attack him, it is easier to be swallowed up by the black dragons in the abyss and to death.
Yan Zhao song sneered, let Bei Ming split up to hold the Yuan Shouyi, and spare no effort to stop his own life.
And he himself drifted toward the black shadow of the thousand city.
Qian Qiancheng said faintly: "If you are refining the North Wuwu Shengzhuang, you may still threaten me."
"Even if I am physically weak now, even if you are full of talents, it is too early for you to think about me."
Yan Zhao song chuckled: "There is less coming, my Bei Ming avatar is now attacking you, and you can't keep up your life. You have to be sucked up by this Kowloon sacred ritual."
Qian Qiancheng said: "You are indeed an unusual young man, but what about it?"
"You shoot yourself, you will also be swallowed up by the ritual, and I am now completely incarnate in the phantom, you can not hurt me."
"With the passage of time, after all, it is your martial arts avatar, a sacrifice, help me open the gantry."
"Without the martial arts avatar, after the ritual is over, it will no longer be affected by the rumor of the Kowloon. You can't escape my hand."
The voice of Qian Qiancheng is light and yet calm: "From the time you chase me in, everything is already doomed."
"How big a chance is this to be the place where the dragons enter the sea? Do you know how many dragons are buried here?"
"Ten? Hundreds? I tell you, far more!"
"Believe me, to be able to meet this event and open the Dragon Gate, it is already your pride to boast of a lifetime."
"Although, you haven't lived for the rest of your life."
Yan Zhao song is not anxious and not annoyed, his mouth slightly raised upwards, revealing a few faint smiles: "Everyone is talking to each other."
"You don't want to provoke me to take a shot and watch me do it myself. I am buried in this Kowloon."
Yan Zhaoge came to the shadows and raised his palm: "As you wish, I am coming."
As the Yanzhao song progressed and lifted his palms, his own life was less stable and he was swallowed up by the nine one-eyed black dragons.
The body skin of Yan Zhaoge even began to gradually become lustrous, and it became gray and gray. There were signs of dryness and oldness. The original black head began to dry up.
However, Yan Zhao’s expression did not shake. As his right hand lifted up and pinched a punch, it seemed to be still a moment.
In the heart of Qian Qiancheng, the feeling of danger suddenly rises.
Yan Zhao song right hand fist print, from top to bottom, turn down the head, the goal is directed at the virtual shadow of the thousand city!
The feeling of danger in the heart of Qian Qiancheng is getting stronger and stronger.
It is reasonable to say that even if Yanzhao songs are repaired as strengths and far-offs, but he is now a martial artist, he will use his sacred martyrdom to fully display the phantom konjac, not to hurt the enemy and only seek change and self-protection, Yan Zhaoge should not help he.
But Qian Qiancheng now has a feeling of a big disaster.
That feeling is like walking to the end of the world together, and everything is gone, completely destroyed!
The heavens and the earth in the eyes of Qian Qiancheng seem to be flipping over and collapse, and everything becomes chaotic.
Everything seems to be reversed.
Yan Zhaoge's head, the Tao Yuan Yuan Fu gathered, turned into a huge array of characters, the operation of the Yan Dao song martial arts boxing.
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Fantianyin!
Yan Zhao song this punch, the weight is not gravity, the taker is not the power of the heavens and the earth to flip the world, but the mystery of its power and artistic conception, reverse the essence of the two extremes.
The phantom konjac of Qian Qiancheng does not pose a threat to the outside world at the moment. It only wholeheartedly evolves its own power and artistic conception, and changes its magical powers to compete with the Kowloon.
At this moment, it was disturbed by the Yan Tianyin of Yan Zhaoge, and the illusion of the thousand city was suddenly blurred.
Under the reversal of the two poles, the figure of the Qiancheng City began to gradually become clearer, and it was back to nothing!
Among the black shadows, the face of Qian Qiancheng gradually appeared. Rao was always calm, and he was shocked at this moment. It is expected that Yan Zhaoge could try to crack his phantom konjac.
Yan Zhao song looked at Qian Qiancheng and smiled: "You are Wu Sheng. If it is not the short board of the phantom konjac, it is very weak now, and I am not so easy to drag you out of nothing."
"However, if you pick this lost sea today, then don't blame me for being sick and asking you to die."
蔺 骇 骇 骇 , , , 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 蔺 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕
The spirit of the plundered creatures turned into a dark magical real element, which was quite consistent with the deadness in the abyss.
But at this moment, it was revived.
This is more attractive to the nine one-eyed black dragons than the North Ming.
The main goal of the swallowing of the Kowloon, suddenly transferred from Yan Zhaoge's Bei Ming to the body of Qian Qiancheng!
蔺 Thousands of cities were furious, simply swaying the power, and palming to Yanzhao songs, to force the Yan Tianyin of Yan Zhaoge.
However, Yan Zhaoge did not dodge at all, and Fan Tianyin’s boxing power did not change. Instead, the other hand held up the blasting furnace to meet the front and dispel the clutches of Qiangcheng.
The heart of Qian Qiancheng sank, this active attack, his power is more unstable, and it was absorbed by the Kowloon.
Yan Zhao song laughed and said: "Come on, evil sacred, let's meet together!" (To be continued.) 8