Chapter 990: The exclusive magician of the Lord of the Purple Church!

With more than a dozen purple prince demon kings being stunned by the ghosts of the battlefield again, his arms were numb, showing that the ghost strength of the Tianzi battlefield is very scary!
Han Chengzhu and others looked at the cold sweat DC.
This exhibitionist is fierce, but in the short encounter, he was beaten up and flew out twice. I am afraid that it will be cold early!
"Keep fighting!"
Jun Chang laughed and said, "Look at me, how strong this guy is!"
"..."
Although the Purple King Demon King was speechless, he also stomped his feet and rushed in again. The whole body was filled with demon, one for attack and the other for defense.
This kind of counseling method of doing a good defense in advance has never been used to single out a few names!
"boom!"
"boom!"
The two fought fiercely again.
Instantly hit from the ground to low altitude, from low to high altitude, the space stirred by strong force is fragmented!
"Boom!"
It didn't take long for the Purple King Demon King to fall like a shell again, and a large area of ​​the ground was sunken again.
Li Qingyang and Xiao Guiji twitched at the corners of their mouths.
The ghost of the battlefield that appeared this time is really super strong. If you go to war for yourself, I am afraid that you can't resist even one move.
Jun Chang smiled secretly and said, "I didn't use the hard-to-receive knife, I used to be abused!"
"metropolitan."
Ding Xingwang said, "Should you attack?"
He didn't dare to confront the ghosts of the battlefield directly, and while the main battle of Zitang was fighting, he still had the courage to play some means.
"No."
Jun Chang smiled and hurriedly blocked: "This guy is too strong. Once you are hit, you must be fierce."
In addition to the powerful human flesh that is different from the human being of the Purple King Demon King, if any Wu Sheng is present, as long as he is punched, he will be half-dead if he does not die.
In the face of absolute power, if there is no matching action and defense, there is no possibility of fighting.
This is just a ghost of the battlefield without thought and emotion. When encountering the real Tianzi strong, I am afraid that the coercion released can easily control the battle situation!
"call out!"
The Purple King Demon King flew out of the pit, his eyes flickered through the sky with anger, the purple demon madness exploded, and in the mid-air, the ghost of the purple Cangdao Road turned into a ghost!
"Whoo!"
Ziqi roars, lingers in the fist!
The Purple King Demon King rushed to a distance of ten feet, and the huge fist printed under the shadow of the body, tearing the space away!
Everyone: ∑ (O_O;)
"Boom

The purple giant fist carried the impetuous power and directly hit the ghosts of the battlefield, and the latter flew out suddenly.
"Huh! Huh!"
The Purple King Demon King is suspended in the air, his right hand is still in a bombardment state, his breathing is slightly quick, and sweat beads are gradually seeping from his forehead.
The ghost and strength of the body broke out in an all-round way, which belonged to his killing tricks, but it was also expensive to display.
The ghost of the battlefield hangs a few hundred feet away, leaving no scars on the scarlet battle armor. It can be seen that not only the strength is strong, but the equipment is also excellent!
"brush!"
Raising your hand gently, the void gradually blurred.
A crimson tomahawk appeared, and for a moment when the ghost in the battlefield held it, his eyes flashed more powerfully!
"..."
The corner of the mouth of the prince demon twitched.
Ben Wangluo's body and this armored sky character battle have already been very bad, and now he sacrifices a tomahawk that is extraordinary, and he is too much meowing!
When it comes to fighting with good equipment, all warriors have something to say, because they are not bullied by Li Qingyang and others in Liushen costume!
"call out!"
At this moment, the ghost of the battlefield suddenly picked up the tomahawk and cut it over!
"Kakaka "
An axe fell, and the space shattered in an instant, forming a chilling semi-arc light.
The purple prince demon's face changed, and he hurried backwards, apparently afraid to use the flesh to hard-wire the light condensed by the weapon.
"brush!"
"brush!"
"brush!
The ghosts on the battlefield were unreasonable, and they frequently waved the battle axe, forming a ray of tearing space.
The Purple King Demon King can only dodge embarrassingly. Although it is often resolved without fear, it is also horrified.
Damn it!
If Ru Wang had a cultivation practice in the upper world, why fear a well-equipped garbage!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The light of the Tomahawk flew from all directions. Although it failed to hit the target, it exploded on the ground and suddenly showed a deep crisscross.
Jun Chang smiled and frowned. "It's a bit tricky."
The system said: "The host can buy an exclusive magic soldier for the owner of Zitang, and may be able to reverse the situation!"
"That makes sense!"
Jun Chang laughed and quickly opened the Shenbing Pavilion, then quickly locked on a pair of gloves belonging to the owner of the church.
"The main battle of Zitang always leaned on his fist and gave him swords and other weapons, which may not be effective. This kind of gloves should be the most suitable."
"Buy!"
"Ding! The host consumes 10,000 points of contribution value, gains hell, fury × 1, and has been transferred to the space ring."
"Ding! Zongmen contribution: 27750/70000."
...
"boom!"
"boom!"
Outside the stronghold, the fighting is rampant.
The owner of Zitang, whose strength and equipment are completely backward, was so embarrassed that he was beaten, even without anti-mobile phones.
"metropolitan!"
He growled and said, "I can't carry it!"
"Zhutang Lord!" Jun Chang laughed: "This seat gives you a magic weapon for inheriting ancient times!"
Legacy, ancient weapon?
The Purple King Demon King instantly thought of Li Qingyang's weapon that could gather thunder robbery, his eyes flashed instantly.
As an orc demon king, although it is not rare to use human-forged weapons, he still cares about the magic weapon of the gods, not to mention, it may come from the upper world!
"call out!"
Streamers fly out of the stronghold!
The purple demon king waved his hand, and the purple demon enveloped him, dragging him in front of him instantly.
Next second.
The expression collapsed!
The magic weapon that appeared in front of him was not a sword, but a pair of pink gloves, each with two ... hearts printed on it. (See boxing gloves.)
"Sovereign ..." The mouth of the Purple King Demon twitched violently: "This ... is the weapon of the ancient gods?"
"Good."
Jun Chang laughed and said, "This thing is called Hell, it's furious."
The Purple King Demon King almost spit out blood.
Even if it is a dagger, he can barely accept it, but this pink girl's heart fist is used to fight ~ EbookFREE.me ~ or to sell cute!
"brush------"
At this moment, the ghost of the battlefield swept over with a tomahawk, and the powerful force directly cut through the space and rolled up a gust of wind.
The Purple King Demon King quickly grabbed the glove town and fell down.
"Boom!"
Holding his body on the ground, his eyes were tangled.
"Don't get ink!"
Jun Chang laughed and said, "Hurry up and do it!"
"..."
The Purple King Demon King lowered his head, looked at the pink gloves, and said painfully: "If the King takes it, the famous heroes of the world will lose it!"
"call out------"
The ghost on the battlefield was pressed down from top to bottom, the tomahawk flashed in his hands, and bursts of streamers burst into space, and the space was instantly torn into strips.
"Trouble!"
Ding Lao's face changed greatly.
The purple prince demon king, who was doing a struggling struggle, was so hard-hearted that he finally brought the pink gloves to his hands!
At that moment, when he was naked, with a pink girl's heart gloves, the picture was just ... spicy eyes!
"call out!"
Suddenly, the two heart patterns of the gloves flashed, and an unfamiliar memory spread to the sea in an instant along the arms.
"Lord Zitang, stay away!" Growled Mr. Ding.
"Dodge?"
At this moment, the Purple King Demon King recovered his thoughts, then raised his head, his eyes flashed the same pink as the gloves, and proudly said, "This is not my style!"
"tread!"
He stepped back half a step, his arms suddenly lifted, and the purple hair growled, "Let's bear the fury from hell!"
Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Under the blessing of the gloves, a series of purple and pink fist prints blasted from the bottom up, and produced the most violent collision with the Tomahawk streamer. The impetuous force opened freely, and the space collapsed in a large area!