Chapter 197: Guild warrior

Five thousand yuan stone, this is a person who makes the big forces, and is also extremely heart-warming,
If you put it outside, it is enough to attract the attention of many real powers, but here, everyone is just amazed.
The strong fighting power of Ziyan tells everyone that there is more truth, and there are more Yuanshi, you have to have life, have life,
There must be a brave man under the reward, and this sentence has lost its effect at this moment.
No one dares to go forward and see Ziyan. They seem to have seen a demon. They have already seen that although this young man is young, he has a hot heart. Those who were greedy before, finally have remorse in their hearts. The person who wants to leave is killed by him one by one.
"Six thousand yuan stone."
In front of the huge valley, the sound of the monk’s pale voice was heard. No one answered, only the six thousand yuan stone echoed.
"Seven thousand yuan stone."
No one speaks, no one speaks, and no one wants to die again.
"One million stones."
This is a sky-high price, so many people breathe in the air, but there is still no one to do it.
Because this number is terrible, even if someone smashes the purple scorpion, can he take 10,000 yuan from the monk,
Everyone has been completely scared by this number.
"Wuhan, don't bother, you have the ability to go on yourself." The voice of the purple scorpion is indifferent. "You can only make a tortoise, use some untouchable stones to deceive some greedy people. Is it interesting?"
The purple sable opening, such as being a good drinker, wakes up those greedy people,
"Well, you have a dragon, I am still kindly inviting you on the same day, so I value you, I don't think you are right with me, so good, you are so ruthless, don't blame me for being unrighteous." Wu Hao said,
"Okay, less nonsense, are you so shameless? Are you really wanting to do it, but you have to say something that is high-sounding, and you say that you are benevolent and moral, and that you are arrogant and arrogant? "Purple sneer,
"Love, I am with you, what kind of love, just how did you not see you when you bought my life?" The purple scorpion stepped out, the world shivered, the hair was flying, and a terrible breath was brewing.
"Today is not your death, or you are dead, let's do it directly, I am too lazy to listen to you nonsense."
The purple eyes are cold and the mouth is filled with scorpion.
"Hey."
Everyone is amazed, this is in the name of Wu Wu, and also called the whole Wu Zong,
"This Chen Long is terrible, even the monks are not in the eye."
"Is this going to be a genius duel?"
Step by step, the world is moving, a ruthless killing, going straight to the monk,
"Good, good, good."
Wu Haolian said that three good, but the angry face is blue, "Chen Long, since you are looking for death, then don't blame me."
"Since I am dead, then I will fulfill you."
At the foot of the martial arts, it turned into a ray of light, rushing toward the purple scorpion, and the whole body burst into a great atmosphere.
"It’s you who died."
The purple scorpion is also turned into a ray of light, golden light, rushing toward the monk,
Two lights, with a terrible breath, a violent collision,
"Booming."
The sound of the earth shook loudly, the earth and the earth trembled, the purple body was golden, and the figure was slightly swayed. In contrast, the monk was a few big steps.
"hiss."
A confrontation, the monk is obviously in a downwind, and the sound of cold air is ringing around.
"This Chen Long is terrible. Before the war, there was a loss. At this moment, it didn't fall."
"A terrible strength, a terrible constitution."
Everyone was amazed and shocked.
"Go to death."
The martial arts were all around, and the killings were filled with horror. He waved his palms and made a terrible blow.
"Boom."
The sky trembled, a huge palm print appeared, dark as ink, flowing with a terrible breath, suddenly falling,
This is a terrible battle skill in the Wu Zong decision.
Zi Zi looked up, his body was golden, and his fists were clenched. In an instant, the two fists went empty, and the golden thorns could not open their eyes.
"boom."
A big earthquake, the world shook, like the end of the world, the palm print under the punch light, instantly burst, turned into the heaven and earth energy disappeared,
"Broken the knife."
The monk burst into a burst of water, and the world suddenly became dark. Like the end of the world, the darkness of the light filled the sky, and a large knife-shaped man, appeared out of thin air, screaming at the top of the purple skull, the power is terrible.
"Hey."
In the hands of Zi Yan, Guanghua flashed and a long sword appeared. This is a sword of ice cold. In the moment of appearance, the temperature around it drops sharply, even in the snow and ice.
"Hey."
Holding a long sword, smashing into the air, an ice cold sword smashed away, and on the knife, the collision,
This is a long battle, and the fighting power of both sides is extremely terrible.
Wu Zong’s Wu Zong decided to have a high reputation. It is a powerful secret. There are many techniques for attacking and killing, which are the same as the Qingxia Secret.
During this period, the monk showed a powerful warfare technique, and his power was terrible. If a great consummate came forward, he would be killed in an instant.
But for the purple sable, these powerful techniques of attacking and killing are unable to exert the power it deserves.
The purple scorpion is full of golden light, like a layer of gold armor, a sword in the left hand, a fist in the right hand, and a strong attack.
"boom."
Every attack of the monk appeared, and it was easily cracked by Zi Yan. The latter strode out, and the world was moving, like a giant in the world.
"boom."
A punch hit, the world trembled, the space appeared to be awkward, the strong body, extremely terrible, all the attacks of the monk could not be close, and the purple scorpion was like a lawless invasion.
"Eat me a punch,"
The monk drank, the right hand clenched his fists, and the surging black light shone, hitting the purple cicada.
The fists appear, black as ink, with a terrible breath, detonating the air, making a harsh explosion,
This is a very strong punch, called the bursting fist, which means that nothing is broken, nothing is destroyed, and the power is extremely powerful.
"boom."
The purple scorpion also punches, the golden light is surging, and most of the sky is golden, and the thorns can’t open the eyes.
The fists appear, like a mountain like a Yue, this is a fusion of a punch, the power is equally powerful,
"boom."
The fists collided, and the horrible loud noise broke out. The boundless waves were surging, and the atmosphere of destruction was flowing.
"Hey."
The purple cockroach jumped up and finally approached the monk, and took out a sharp sword. At the same time, he made a fierce punch.
"boom."
In the hands of the monks, the long knife was black as ink, and the light was swallowed, and a blow was made, blocking the sword, but I was also regressed by the impact.
As for the boxing of the sable, it is even more serious and serious.
The martial arts retreat, the blood is boiling, and the eyes are unwilling. He is known as a genius, almost defeating all the same ranks of Wuzong, but today, it is suppressed by Chen Long, and the strength of others is lower than himself.
"very scary."
"It’s not a barbarian. It’s definitely a enchanting force."
"The battle has been repeated, and at this moment it is pressing the martial arts."
Everyone was amazed that some geniuses were flashing their eyes. They asked themselves that they might not be able to perform better than the monks.
"Now I am sending you on the road."
"The big words are not bad."
The two rushed again, the horrible atmosphere continued to surge, and powerful combat skills appeared.
"Broken."
"Qingfeng 斩."
All kinds of combat techniques constantly confront each other, and the energy is constantly rolling, creating a storm out of thin air.
"Go to death."
In the end, the two collided again, like two meteorites, followed by a loud bang, and a devastating storm centered on the two and spread toward the surrounding.
The blood is swaying, the monk is flying backwards,
I saw his hair spread, the whole arm was bloody, and the palm of his hand was a slap in the face, dripping blood.
With the purple body against the flesh, under the perfect body, the monk is injured,
"The monk was actually injured."
"I didn't read it wrong. Chen Long, who had been fighting for a long time, actually wounded the monk."
"Because of death." The purple scorpion is full of golden light, cold-eyed martial arts, the eyes of the killing flashing, the thunder and lightning of the feet appear, rushing toward the monks,
"It’s you who died."
The martial arts gritted his teeth and slashed his knife again. He practiced the knife and mans, with a terrible breath, destroying the earth and destroying the earth.
"when."
This time, Zi Yan did not block the sword, but used a fist to exude a golden light fist, like a hammer of God, hitting the blade, a giant force passed through the blade, the monk instantly fell fly,
"What, he even used his fist to block the blow of the monk, how terrible this flesh is."
"The weapon is not a spirit, but it is not a product. There is no problem with cutting iron, but there is no such thing as a dragon."
Everyone is shocked and unbelievable. Chen Long’s physique is terrible.
"boom."
In the end, the purple scorpion stepped on the thunder and lightning, like an electric light, rushed to the monk, and made a fierce blow. The golden light kept flashing, with a terrible breath, the monk was like a sandbag, and was shot dozens of meters. , big mouth coughing blood,
"You." The martial arts changed color and coughed blood. I didn't think that the sable power was so powerful.
"Go to death."
The purple scorpion is unreasonable, and in a stunned gaze, he rushes to the monk.
"Peng." "Peng."
He put away his long sword, his fists in both hands, and the attack continued to fall like a raindrop. It was dense and terrible. After dozens of punches, the monk was once again beaten.
"I do not believe."
The monk was covered in blood, his head was scattered, his expression was embarrassed and he was embarrassed. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he felt that his face was lost, he was shameful and humiliated, and he gritted his teeth again.
"boom."
This time, the monk insisted on a shorter time, his heart was chaotic, and after a few moves, he was once again beaten by the purple sable.
"Snapped."
At the same time, the purple cockroaches flashed up, waved the palms, the palm prints continued to fall, making a squeaking sound, purple scorpion lightning shot, when the monk did not react, directly pumped the other party a dozen slaps,
"I didn't make a mistake. The monk not only lost, but also was slapped."
"This purple scorpion is terrible, and the combat power is so tyrannical."
Everyone is speechless~EbookFREE.me~ Under the gaze of the eyes, Zi Yan once again rushed to the monk, and the killings frequently appeared.
"Peng."
Punch out, the whole man of the monk flew out, coughing blood,
"Boom."
A fierce attack shows that the martial arts bones are cracking,
The monk is very embarrassed, chased by the purple scorpion, coughing blood, cloaking, and no dignity.
"Go to death."
In the eyes of Zi Yan, the murder was pervasive, and the long sword in his hand appeared again. The ice was cold and turned into a light, rushing toward the eyebrows of the monk.
This is a kill, a purple singer, killing,
"boom."
But at this time, a violent breath appeared from the monk, like the sea, full of ruin,