Chapter 1893: Bee sword

I thought that this time I must die, I didn’t expect it. The Zhang Suhang, who was not a harmonious one, suddenly appeared and did not hesitate to rush.
Looking at the beautiful shot in the air, the power of all life can not be displayed, Yan Qing ancient holy, with a twilight: "Yes, he is a famous teacher, for the human race, private grudges are nothing, I am small The heart of the people!"
This, for the human race, would rather bear the nickname, swindle to death, sneak into the aliens, and settle it down. With this alone, you know that the virtue of virtue is better than the Confucius.
A person who is so noble, seeing the situation in front of him, how can he see death?
Yan Qing Gu Sheng Shame, Kong Shiyao and others are shocked and can't speak. They can't use words to describe the power of this gun. It perfectly fits the heavens and gives people a sense of mixed nature. The pain and weakness on the body seem to be nothing. It seems that all the spirits are lost in this gun and unable to extricate themselves.
The "spirit" that floated in the air seemed to stay too. I didn't expect that there was such a strong person hidden here. He was not weak compared to him. Under hesitation, a shot had already come to the throat.
Fighting!
The blood flies, the puncture punctured his skin and plunged in. However, if he entered less than one finger, he felt like he was stabbing on the iron plate, and he could not move forward.
"I didn't think that the aura is so thin, even the birth of such a strong person, yes, yes, you, I want it..."
The cold mang flashed, and the "god" smiled coldly and immediately caught the rifle in front of the throat.
The Zhang can be swayed with a long gun, and the black body of the gun immediately turns into a black dragon, instantly entwining the "spirit".
I didn’t expect this gun to be so powerful, the
god
stunned, and then it was full of anger.
The strong man in the heavens is bound by a small person in the lower bound. It is simply a shame and shame: "You are looking for death!"
The arms are strong, the whole body muscles are bulging, and the black dragon is going to be shattered. The front is black. A huge brick falls off the air and slams down against the face.
Hey!
Jinyuan Ding was shackled into a great sacred treasure, and in the multi-month of the aliens, let it absorb the power of the ancient holy, has already broken through to the ancient holy level, although it is not far from the broken void, but it is powerful The weight, combined with the hard material, even if the "spirit" is extraordinary, being in the middle of the head, I feel dazzled and tinnitus, almost did not faint on the spot.
Of course, the most important thing is shame!
The super strong man of God was smashed by an indigenous slab... Strong depression, it was about to blow up.
When you want to worry, just listen to the sound of "tile": "I declare that I am not a brick in advance, I am a stove, and my on your face!"
After finishing, he also deliberately used his to lick a few times on his face.
Kong Shiyao and others all looked at it.
This super strong, how can there be such a weapon?
And... this guy said that it is a stove, the woolen ding, it is clearly a large brick, what is it like a tripod?
Are we blinded?
"Ah, ah..."
Feeling the other side's buttocks on the face, it seems that there is cinder falling like an eye, "God" is completely crazy: "Go away..."
Boom!
The powerful breath swelled, and the keel gun that was tied to the body could no longer bear it. It was blown out by the impact, and once again turned into a long gun, which was hanged in the palm of his hand.
Hey!
A fist is on the body of Jin Yuanding.
"My ass..." screamed, Jinyuanding flew straight into the sky, and kept spinning, seemingly burned.
"You all have to die..."
Listen to this guy, shouting his ass, the "spirit" facial skin shakes again, and then can't stand it anymore, slamming to the youth in front of him.
After the body swayed, the Zhang family's blood was activated in the suspension. Gently, over a distance of several hundred meters, the gun trembled and broke again.
"Time is the solution?"
See this teleportation escape attack, "God" is cold, just want to use this power to block it, you will hear the sound of "crowding" again in the air, hurriedly look up, the pupil can not help shrink.
I don’t know when, the sky is a weapon, a long sword, a big knife, a hammer, a long gun... A handle is added together, there are hundreds of pieces.
Hey!
A flower in the eyes, the face of the skull fell.
"Do you think this kind of garbage weapon can hurt me?"
"The gods" sneer.
Although I only looked at it, I have already seen that this large pile of weapons is all of the great holy level, and there is no ancient holy level. This level of weapons, let alone hurt him, falls on the body. Even the skin can not be broken.
"I didn't expect to hurt you..."
Zhang Sueding should be heard.
These weapons are all powerful in killing the aliens and in the Confucius Temple. There are a lot of them, but they have little effect on the ordinary ancient holy, let alone the broken virtual strong.
"Not expected?"
"God" stunned, just want to talk, once again felt that the body was tightened again, hurriedly bowed, and saw the rifle just now, I don’t know when it became a black dragon, and tied it up, I want Escape can't do it.
"you……"
The teeth are biting and the gas is about to explode.
After a long time, the rain of weapons in the sky is just a blind eye, the real trick is here!
However, what about holding yourself?
As long as you use all your strength, you can quickly break free, and this black dragon can hold on several times?
Although it is a weapon, after multiple tempering, it can be repaired as it is not as good as itself, forcibly tied, every time you break free, you will be hurt once. From his eyes, you can see that this guy can't bear five times in a row!
I was trying to use all my strength to open the rifle again. I saw the young man in front of me and slammed my head down: "Kong Shiyao is right, the long sword borrows me!"
"Long sword?"
Kong Shiyao, a glimpse of the situation, did not hesitate, shaking his wrist.
Call!
The palm of the hand immediately flew past Zhang.
"My sword is the treasure of our Confucius family. There is no blood in the Confucius family. It cannot be refining. If you want to use it, I can give you a drop of blood..."
Seeing that the young man will catch up with the long sword, Kong Shiyao’s silver teeth bite and fast.
This long sword is made by a ancestors in the family. The sword body has reached the peak of the rebirth. It is only one line away from the broken void. The blood is not enough to drive. She is also refining. In three years, only a part of the power was cracked and it was impossible to use all.
This one, I really want to use it, I can only use my own blood.
"It's too late..."
Shake his head and shake his wrist.
Hey!
The long sword screamed sharply, and the next moment, obedient, like a house dog.
"Refining, refining?" Kong Shiyao's mouth is difficult to close.
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