Chapter 1377: sly

A crack is produced from the celestial spirit of Luo Zheng, extending down the eyebrows, vines around the neck and body!
As if a piece of porcelain was broken by a crack! The crack was very thin, and a blood was drawn from it. It looked extremely scary. It seems that Luo Zheng was smashed from the middle!
But his clothes are intact and look very strange.
This injury is not too heavy.
The problem is that the damage caused by the gun mans is incredible!
The purple gunman first crushed the sword of Luo Zheng, and then crushed the sword of Guiyuan. The original power could not be said to be a powerful shot. In the end, it only passed through the earlobe of Luo Zheng. His body has a crack.
This……
Luo Zheng’s eyes sparkled with doubts, staring at the opposite Xuanyuan morning breeze.
The power of this gun is terrible.
If he was shot by him, wouldn’t the whole person be broken?
This world has such a magical way of shooting!
"I... no mistakes!"
Even the calm light of the bitter light, the face also showed a sigh of color.
He finally understood why he saw the scene that made him desperate in his pupil...
He couldn't escape the shot, and he couldn't stop the shot. After three breaths, the future scene would be that his flesh was broken into pieces!
"Is this gun of Xuanyuan Chenfeng so powerful?"

It’s really ridiculous, it seems to contain some very strange features...

"It's too exaggerated. The shot was just shot along the cheek of Luo Zheng. Actually, let him break the whole person. What the gunshots are!"
The name of the first son of Xuanyuan Chenfeng is indeed very big, but everyone only knows its name. Many of the warriors in Yuzhong have never seen his deity, and his skill is even more unknown.
Everyone only knows that this person is very strong, but in the end, it is hard to say it.
Now Xuanyuan Morning Bree's gun is to let everyone understand that the power that this guy is in control has exceeded the recognition of countless people, they simply can't understand the power of Xuanyuan Morning Breeze.
Except for a very small number of heavenly lords, even those who are the lords and the holy people of the holy places cannot understand the same...
"Is it the law of space?"
"Unlike, the law of space does form such an effect, leaving the sword of Luo Zheng away, but the crack must be black, because the fragmented space will reveal the shadow world on the back..."
"Fantasy battlefield, there should be no back of the world!"
Many people of insight are speculating, analyzing...
In the Xuanyuan family, all the people in the upper and lower classes wore a robe, standing quietly in an innocent square, watching the picture silently.
The gods did not read the four tribes, and they held the ear of the Xuanyuan family.
In fact, compared with the other three families, the Xuanyuan family has the fewest people. There are thousands of branches like Jijia, Jijia and Split, and the same family is in the millions...
The number of people who own the name of Xuanyuan is less than 100,000.
Because the number of ethnic groups is scarce, it also makes the name of "Xuanyuan" more glorious, and the cohesiveness of the whole family is also the strongest among the four families!
"The morning breeze, finally shot," someone said in the silence.
"This is already a decisive battle. At this moment, I will not shoot, when will I shoot..." Someone replied.
"To be honest, Luo Zheng and Hua Tianming have the strength to fight against the morning breeze. The inheritance of these two little guys is also scary, but they are not able to rival the morning breeze. His life is from the moment of birth. The decision is absolutely unchangeable. Some of your guys have been worried about it before, worrying about a fart!" Another voice came from the voice, which is a bit unruly. In the well-ranked Xuanyuan family, this kind of person is extremely rare...
They are confident in the Xuanyuan morning wind, and this confidence comes from the ability of Xuanyuan Chenfeng.
......
On the chessboard, Xuanyuan's mouth of the morning breeze reveals a touch of smile.
He is very satisfied with the effect of this gun.
Xuanyuan morning wind does not want to cleanly murder Luo Zheng...
Normally, Xuanyuan morning wind is not a violent bloodthirsty person. Apart from some loneliness, it is usually fair, and people like Luo Zheng can't affect his mood.
But at the moment I saw Luo Zheng’s eyes, and Xuanyuan’s heart was filled with a very uncomfortable feeling.
The first shot caused this gap, which has already made him very satisfied.
"Hey!"
Under the gunpoint of the red dragonfly pistol, he turned out a little purple mang, and he forced Luo Zheng to smile: "How do you feel?"
Luo Zheng straight hook looked at Xuanyuan morning wind.
That strange feeling is getting more and more intense...
The amplitude of the sway of the gun, the position where the Xuanyuan morning wind stood, the position of his foot, everything looks normal, but it is somewhat normal.
Everything has a degree. After that, it gives a very strange feeling.
Just like some women look at each other and look at each other, a face is very beautiful, but if you look carefully, there is always a weird feeling, and feel that there is no match.
The current Xuanyuan morning breeze gave Luo Zheng this feeling.
He did not answer the words of Xuanyuan Chenfeng...
To beat this guy, you have to figure out the source of this feeling.
Standing here, after all, just sit and wait, this time Luo Zheng took the lead to launch the attack.
"唰-"
Luo Zheng’s figure flashed and did not rush toward the Xuanyuan morning breeze.
This guy’s rifle is so horrible, rushing up is equivalent to sending death...
So Luo Zheng, like the bitter lamp, began to circle around the Xuanyuan morning breeze.
The gun took a line...
Although the purple guns of the Xuanyuan morning wind can deflect in a certain degree, it does not seem to have the ability to track and follow. It is the best way to fight against the gun.
This bitter light can be thought of, Luo Zheng can think of.
After all, this can maximize the dodge of Xuanyuan morning wind.
As for the face of Xuanyuan's morning breeze, there was a smirk. Just after the bitter lamp circled for ten turns, he directly admitted the loss. Could it be that you are also planning to admit defeat?
Just holding the rifle slowly in place, the front is always facing Luo Zheng.
"Hey, brush..."
Luo Zheng walked on the chessboard and circled slowly around the Xuanyuan morning breeze.
"Troubled no..." Xuanyuan's morning breeze smiled, and there was a sarcasm on his face.
"Don't be struggling with no sense, losing in my hands is a glory for you."
"If you can find out the flaws, I will write these two words backwards!"
Xuanyuan morning wind is not anxious, just a sneer.
"This Luo Zheng delay time is useless..."
"Sooner or later, you will lose in the hands of Xuanyuan Chenfeng."
"It is estimated that the skills are poor, this is the top name dispute in the universe, Luo Zheng is also embarrassed to directly admit defeat?"
Other people saw Luo Zheng’s move, but it was also somewhat inexplicable. After all, no one was optimistic about him.
Nearly after dozens of breathing time, the original Luo Zheng has suddenly stopped, and his face stared at Xuanyuan morning wind.
"I figured it out?" Xuanyuan morning wind continued to marry.
Luo Zheng shook his head and his mouth was slightly tilted.
"So admit defeat, or die?" Xuanyuan morning wind asked.
Luo Zheng continued to shake his head, while revealing a bright smile, pointing to the sky, and pointing to the ground, showing a smear in his eyes.
Xuanyuan morning wind suddenly looked up, it is to see a mysterious law debris circling in the air, faintly revealing the great power of heaven, that is the sign of the thunderstorm formed after the communication of the heavens!
"Thunderstorm! So much! I am going..."
The Xuanyuan morning wind that responded to the curse sighed and wanted to leave the first time, but it was already late.
"Hey..."
The rings of the road suddenly appeared at this moment. There are about ten rings in the circle, and the layers are layered together, which is the way the Xuanyuan morning wind is bound...
"boom……"
That day, if there were countless silver snakes in the thunder, it was rushing down at this moment!
The power of a "Thunderbolt" is enormous. It is difficult to arrange God without knowing it. This method is suitable for making traps.
Fang Caixuan’s morning wind was taken lightly, because the bitter lamp was all the way around him.
It’s just that he didn’t know that the bitter lamp was the one that was after the three breaths. He refused to take the shot, so he chose to give up and directly concede.
Luo Zheng does not have the eye of the stars. Whoever wins and loses in this field is still uncertain. While bypassing, it is the chaotic gas that is quietly hidden into the board.
The eleven thunders were killed, which is equivalent to eleven heavy thunders, and enough for this guy to drink a pot...
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