: 546. My trophy is my master (3 more)

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Yan Zhaoge fell in the palm of his hand, as if the sky was falling.
Shen Shicheng is a top-ranking master in the Bohai World, and he is also a top figure in the realm of Yuan Fu, but he is unable to cope with the face of Yan Zhao.
The horrible power of Fan Tianyin covered the Quartet and gave him the feeling of being closed and dead.
The warriors around the Bohai World were all shocked to see this scene, watching Shen Shicheng, the head of the blood dragon, being beaten by Yan Zhaoge’s head and dying.
The blood dragon's warrior exclaimed.
Yan Zhaoge turned to look at them if nothing happened: "What?"
Shen Ying's eyes are full of sadness, and her eyes are closed. The blood dragon's warrior's lips are stunned, and Yan Zhao's song can't be said.
"I think, he is your head. Even if there is any problem, should you have a public trial inside the sect, and then do it?" Yan Zhao said in a light voice: "I think you should now consider where your future will go." ""
"Don't forget, your mountain gates were kicked by the thousand cities."
The face of the blood dragon sent everyone's face was all white.
Of course, they did not forget this. It was just that Shen Shicheng’s father and daughter planned everything, and even assassinated the New Year’s things was too sensational, and they were somewhat confused by the truth.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge reminded that everyone thinks of their own blood dragon faction, and it has already reached the end of life and death.
The death of the young man, Shen Shicheng's death, the blood dragons and the disciples who stayed at the gate of the mountain were swept under the strong magicians, and most of them were also seven and eight.
The entire blood dragon faction is probably only left in the side of the star Luohai, but it is already a group of dragons, but also loses its foundation, like duckweed.
The storms are not enough to describe the tragic situation of the blood dragons at the moment.
One thousand years of the foundation of the millennium, one of the seven most famous places in the Bohai World, is already the building will be tilted, the danger of extermination at any time.
Yan Zhaoge ignored the blood dragons, but turned to look at other Zongmen people. He smiled and said: "Compared to the monks, what does the teacher seem to have a bigger problem?"
Everyone silently nodded, Yan Zhaoge continued to say: "The matter of the sorcerer does not say, Shen Shicheng's father and daughter for the sake of their own private, stirred up this big storm, we will be fools to play, but also gave the magic Awkward machine, implicating countless lives."
"Those people like this, Yan is a palm, how do you say?"
A group of people face each other and the people who have left the mountain say first: "Nature is a big heart."
Other Zongmen people, but Wan Jianchi people then said: "This kind of treacherous person, death is not enough."
Others have echoed, and the blood dragons are stunned and unable to lift their heads.
But they have not forgotten the most important thing, their eyes are all looking up at the Kowloon finger that floats in midair: "This Kowloon finger is..."
"After all, it is my trophy, I will take it for granted, and then how to deal with it, Yan will think slowly, you don't have to bother."
Yan Zhao song with his hands behind his back, his eyes glanced at the audience.
Those who came into contact with his gaze were all in the cold, and they were infinitely unwilling. At this time, watching Yan Zhaoge and the other side of the North Ming, they could not speak.
The sacred soldiers are precious, no more nonsense.
It’s not just the blood dragons, but the other Zongmen people, why not mourn? I don’t get it at home, I don’t want other families to get it.
But at this moment, the cold eyes of Yan Zhaoge’s eyes swept away, and they could not help but sigh.
In today's battle, Yan Zhaoge's own strength is playing against the crowds, and more palms and hands, revealing the truth of the previous events, so that the viewers are shocked, and it is difficult to confront the heart.
The sacred Kowloon finger, Yan Zhaoge is also not easy to drive in a short time, with the singular combination of the shrine column and the shrine of the shrine, suppressed together, barely close.
The people on the side watched the Kowloon fingers disappear, and they couldn’t help but swallow their mouths.
Yan Zhaoge turned his head and looked at Shen Ying: "Don't think too much, you put oil on the fire, I will shoot it, not to mention the person who ignited you."
Shen Ying Zhang opened his mouth to say something, Yan Zhaoge completely ignored it, but looked at Shi Yan, calmly said: "Hey, you deal with, where to start, and finally where to end."
"You, Shen Ying, the head of the three-year-old three-year-old, the year-old Wei is dead, the parties still have two of you left, and let it be."
Bei Ming was separated from the palm of his hand, and Guanghua flashed, and Shi Yan and Shen Ying were directly rolled together. The two fell into the heart of Bei Ming’s palm and disappeared.
The other people’s lips moved and there was no objection.
The blood dragons have a complex look, but more have the meaning of hatefulness.
They are all old rivers and lakes, but they are counted by a little girl, so that they are all ashamed to see people, want the urge to crash.
Yan Zhao’s song looks bleak and conveys to Xu Fei:
What do you think Xu’s brother will do?

Xu Fei did not answer and asked: "If you choose to let her go, Zhao Ge, what will you do?"
Yan Zhao song smiled and said: "When my North Ming was separated from her, a dark force was buried in her body, and it could burst at any time."
Xu Fei looks at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhao song said faintly: "I said what I said, regardless of the position of both sides. I am somewhat cherished for this gimmick."
"In the face of me, in the face of a group of masters and martial artists, the surface is still a little flawed, and even the mood fluctuations are stable. If the water does not start to sway, let us not feel the signs of camouflage, the performance is almost perfect, the martial arts talent and morality are not discussed first. This kind of mentality is really rare."

Frankly, putting me in the same environment and conditions as her, I am not sure I can do better than her.

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "But the problem is that I am the one who never prays for the enemy."
Xu Fei sighed: "I don't blame you."
He also looked at other people: "The blood dragons will not let her go first, and the martial arts can't accommodate her."
Yan Zhaoge said: "I know how the deaf children will do it. I have about 80% confidence in my heart. I am only worried about how this will affect him."
Turning his head and looking at Xu Fei, Yan Zhaoge thought about the wording: "So it may be disrespectful to Master Bo and Shi Shixiong, but they are really worthy of the three generations."
"The depths of the stone family are buried in the depths of the ordinary people's persistence and enthusiasm."
"In Master Bo, it is strict and upright, and unyielding."
"On the stone brother, it is a radical swearing, and I will not regret it."
Yan Zhao sang a grin: "The child is still tender, can only see a little prototype, I don't know what it will eventually look like..."
Xu Fei heard that there was no buzz, but there was no objection.
Yan Zhao’s song suddenly changed.
Bei Ming split his palm. (To be continued.) 8