: 577. A bamboo stick hits the sacred soldier

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Yang Zhanhua looked up and down Yanzhao songs, and his expression did not change much, but everyone around Guanghan Mountain could feel the sky becoming cold.
He slightly turned his head and asked Huang Xu: "Is that Yan Zhao song is right?"
Huang Xu nodded: "Yes, he is Yan Zhaoge. It is reasonable to say that Wu Shengxiu did not take it. It is not possible to be born in the East China Sea enchantment. I never thought that it would appear here now."
"Live alive, it is him who is looking for." Yang Zhanhua said faintly: "I don't know the tall and thick boy, I will not kill you, but first smash your mouth."
After all, Yang Zhanhua no longer pays attention to the people of Guangcheng Mountain, and directly shoots the Yan Zhao song.
Yan Zhaoge only feels that there is a moment in front of the sky, and no other sights can be seen.
As he cultivated and improved, his strength continued to increase, and this situation of near-loss of perception has not been encountered for a long time.
Only this move can know the strength of Yang Zhanhua's strength, and it is not comparable.
"The number of roads of the sacred sacred religions in the past is not the big back of the sacred sects in the upper bounds of the world. Is it the same light source as the deadly enemy?"
Yan Zhao songs in the heart of thinking, Taishan collapsed in the former and the color unchanged.
Beside the North, he stepped forward and stepped forward. His body lit up with a bright blue glow, turning into a scornful scorpion, which manifested the arrogance of the cold robes.
The vast expanse of ice and sea is expanding, and the ice dragons are coming out of the tide.
The fierce 鲲 鲲 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮 浮
The two sides touched a trick, and the Peng Peng was broken and the light was annihilated.
Yang Zhanhua raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this yours? You can survive from the seal of the East China Sea. Is this person saved?"
Jin Jie also had some accidental look at Bei Ming: "The Lord is not weak, and there are few people like you in the lower bound."
Wu Sheng, a strong realm, has a sacred soldier in hand, and can compete with Wu Sheng's dual realm.
However, Yang Zhanhua is a sacred sect of the Guangming ancestral sect. It is cultivated as a strength in the same borders. Even if it is bare-handed, there are not many people in the realm of martial arts, and a sacred soldier can fight against it.
Huang Xu of Dazhe Shengzong, Zhang Kun and He Ning of Guangcheng Mountain were also shocked.
Yang Zhanhua was only attacking the mountains. Although he only tried a small knife, he also let the hearts of the eight great worlds sink.
In their view, the master of the blue sea city is infinite, and there is a blue sea sword in hand. I am afraid that I can’t hold back Yang Zhanhua from the upper bound.
"Unfortunately, that's all." After Yang Zhanhua was slightly surprised, his expression returned to calm.
He raised his golden eyes and raised a golden crown.
Infinite light shrouded the four sides, as if burning a big day.
Feel the power fluctuations in the vastness of the vastness, and everyone on the mountain rides to the bottom of the valley: "Holy Soldiers!"
The power of the Golden Crown is blessing, and Yang Zhanhua’s momentum suddenly rises, overwhelming the North Ming and the arrogant.
Fu Enshu stood behind Yan Zhao’s song and frowned.
It’s not just the strength of personal strength.

Yan Zhao's face does not see the color of the accident: "It is difficult for people who are higher than the four realms of Wusheng to get out of bounds. Even if the strength comes, they will be suppressed to the three realms of Wusheng. The Chinese soldiers will not come down. But the next sacred soldier can."
He looked at Yang Zhanhua and suddenly smiled: "It's a pity that it's useless. If you are not qualified, you are not convinced. Let you know, why are you not good enough?"
The voice did not fall, the sound of the roar of the dragons rang, and a splendid palace appeared in front of the North Mingwu, blocking the way Yang Zhanhua and his sacred sun.
The gate of the palace opens and feels like the true dragon of the ocean. Yang Zhanhua is somewhat surprised: "How come there are so many dragons here?"
On the pavilion of the Dragon Palace, the glory was released, covering Yang Zhanhua, and Yang Zhanhua and the Rising Sun Crown were temporarily staying together.
Yang Zhanhua made a whistling whistle, and the whole body shines brightly, and it is necessary to rush out of the glory of the group dragon temple.
His strength is indeed strong, left and right, and the group of dragons above are constantly shaking, as if they will be overturned at any time.
Yanzhao song looks calm and calmly looks at everything, but it is in the heart to appreciate each other's martial arts power.
Jin Jie’s expression is gloomy.
Although Yang Zhanhua will soon be able to get out of trouble, but the prospect of the eye still makes him feel that his face is dull.
The people around Dazhe and Zongchengshan were watching. Jinjie shook his head and stepped forward. The whole person instantly became sharp and sharp.
Although it is not as grandiose as Yang Zhanhua, the feeling of Jin Jie is even more fierce.
His long sword at the waist was squirted and turned into a bi-light. The target pointed to Yan Zhaoge.
Jin Jie did not help Yang Zhanhua, otherwise the other party may not appreciate it, but won the Yan Zhao song, but did not hesitate.
However, his sword is fast, Bei Ming is split faster, dressed in arrogant martial arts, and is in front of Jin Jie.
"Unfortunately, the sword was damaged before, and stayed in the upper bounds of the world." Jin Jie frowned, but his strength is also extremely strong, completely inferior to Yang Zhanhua, a top-selling spirit in hand, also played an extremely powerful force, Jianguang unfolded and shrouded Beiming.
This calm down to fight, Jin Jie gradually found out.
In front of Bei Ming, he was silent and silent. Although he was a martial art, he showed a lot of sorrow and sorrow, but he always felt a little dull.
Jin Jie pays attention to observation, and suddenly there is a thought in his mind: "Should not?"
At this moment, the audience, whether it is Dasheng Shengzong or Guangcheng Mountain, are also surprised.
From the upper bounds of the world, the two martial arts two strong, one time can not get Yan Zhao song, inevitably out of their expectations.
"That palace, what baby? That Wusheng, why did you help Yan Zhaoge? That sacred soldier looks like a rumor, the arrogant martial arts of the ice dragon Wusheng in the past, but this person is not ice dragon Holy, this is exactly"
Everyone was amazed, and Huang Xu, the patriarch of the Great Day, stepped into the void and walked forward toward Yanzhao.
Yan Zhaoge glanced at him and said faintly: "You will pick the opportunity."
Huang Xu said: "You will not pick the opportunity, I am you, it will not appear."
Although Jin Jie has not fallen, Yang Zhanhua is trapped, but he can get away from it. They are still steadily winning, and Guangzhan Mountain does not see a chance to really turn over.
At this time, I took the Yan Zhao song and took the credit. I didn’t let the Guangzong of the upper bounds despise the Da Zong of my own day.
Huang Xu really played a good calculation. The only problem was whether he had the ability to win the Yan Zhao song.
A group of black gongs appeared in the hands of Huang Xu, and he lifted it high, and the emptiness suddenly shocked.
The sacred soldier who belonged to the Cangwu Mountain, the axe!
Huang Xu’s axe fell, and the void suddenly appeared cracked, and it fell to the top of Yan Zhao’s song.
When Yan Zhao song saw it, he not only did not hide, but chuckled.
In his hand, the purple light flashed, and suddenly there was a dark green bamboo stick.
The bamboo stick is divided into five sections, a total of five feet long.
Without a little aura, it is not the same as the ordinary bamboo raft.
However, Yan Zhaoge copied the bamboo stick and went to the face of Huang Xu’s head!
The dark green bamboo sticks are in contact with the axe.
The result turned out to be a sacred axe!
Huang Xu stunned, the sacred soldier was trembling with a five-foot bamboo stick?
The sky axe in the air, the action of Yan Zhao song did not stop, immediately it was the second, continue to fight Huang Xu.
Huang Xu was shocked, his body was shining, his robes were shining, and the robes rose on the golden day of the nine rounds.
"Snapped!"
A muffled sound, nine rounds of the sun fell together!
A top-quality spirit soldier was beaten by Yan Zhaoge with a stick!
Huang Xu is stunned!
"How to fight between Guangcheng Mountain and Dazhe Shengzong is also a matter of eight great worlds." Yan Zhaoge smiled: "You are now looking for outsiders to come in and tell me that you are not going to follow the original rules." Already?"
"Also, you can find someone who can be a kind of person. Everyone depends on the skill. If you squat on the table, then I will burn the house. You and the people you find, don't want to go."
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