: Section 421 The tears of victory

Rong gasped, and he stared at the opposite Ling Xu.
When was it so tired last time?
Isn't this guy not tired?
Ling Xu looked even more embarrassed, his white robe was broken, and his face and body were full of dust. Rongrou is not a bit of gasping, Ling Xu's heavy gasp, just like a bellows.
It seems that Ling Xu may fall at any time, but in the 50 strokes, Ling Xu is like this, and now two hundred strokes, he still looks like this.
Rong's gaze, staring at Ling Xu's eyes. The orange eyes, like the burning fireballs, are like real warfare. From the beginning of the war to the present, there is no change. Even if it seems to be poor, the raging warfare in the tangerines is still as strong as burning the world.
A tribute to the heart of Rongrou.
Ling Xu's shooting method is very good, there are many weird, young people can comprehend the "spirit domain", these extraordinary things, in the eyes of Rong, although powerful, but also limited to this. Only this war that will never go out, he has never seen it in others.
This boy is very strong...
In the eyes of Rongrou, there was a hint of appreciation.
Ling Xu gasped, and the strength of Rong Rou was indeed stronger than him. However, he is not afraid of it. Only such a strong person can sharpen the juvenile's shooting method even stronger!
Xiao Xu will never back down!
Ling Xu screamed, a step, the silver gun in his hand, slammed with a sharp rotation, a little cold, like a star, sharply brightened.
Rong soft eyes brightened, Ling Xu this gun, more pure and better than each previous shot.
He slammed his fingers and made a transparent circular ripple, which continually popped from his fingers and flew away to the point where Ling Xu’s gunpoint shot.
Puff puff!
The dull voice, Ling Xu only felt that the tip of the gun was blocked by layers, and the power of the gun tip was getting smaller and smaller. The ripples that Rongrou can easily pop out can be soft and soft, like an extremely tough spider web.
I knew it, it must be like this!
Ling Xu’s eyes flashed a stern color, the real power in the body, burning in the air, he shook his silver gun in his hand, his foot violently exerted force, with a long gun, a big step.
Boom!
His footsteps are as heavy as a drum.
Hey!
Like stepping on a low drum, Ling Xu's waist is low, the silver gun in his hand is straight and straight, under the juvenile fanatic orange, the face is solemn, such as the ancient knight, launching the charge!
The silver frost battle song sounds like it is in the ear.
"Silver guns are rotten, if the clouds are not dyed. The horns are ringing, the breeze does not pass..."
Like something filled with chest, Ling Xu involuntarily screamed: "kill!"
Rong soft face changed greatly.
In the hall, Adrian looked stunned and he never imagined the situation in front of him.
Both sides are crazy.
The movements of the two were very fast, amazing strength, scattered around, leaving a pit and a variety of scars on the ground and walls.
The sturdy house is crumbling and the roof has already been smashed.
The deep, low-pitched sounds and crisp shattering sounds are mixed and heart-rending.
The madness of Yantu’s counter-attack, regardless of the momentum or the power of the attack, is all a desperate play. Like an irritated violent bear, left and right, ignoring everything. Even if it is a spectator, Adrian has to admit that such a crazy fight, I can never insist on changing.
Thinking of his own plans before, Adrian found out how wrong he was. Yantu is far more powerful than he imagined. This kind of power is not only the strength of Yantu, but also the madness of Yantu's adversity. Don't care if you have any flaws, don't care if you are injured, don't care if you can protect yourself, all the power, only one goal, tear the other side!
Too fierce!
Beast-like roar, beast-like desperate counterattack, beast-like desperate, Yantu is a beast that is invincible!
Such a fierce shock, if not seen by the eyes, Adrian does not believe that someone can resist, at least, under the Holy Order, absolutely can not resist. In the face of Yantu, the only way is to temporarily avoid its front, slowly and consuming the other's physical strength and power...
However, Tang Tian blocked it!
Every trick was caught without any cleverness.
The pair of magical hands, in the face of the violent and powerful attack, did not retreat.
This guy... is not afraid at all...
Tang Tian’s expression fluctuated at a slight angle, and Yan’s violent and fierceness did not cause a slight wave in his eyes. He is focused on being like a rock. Sharpness, from his cheeks, with a few blood beads, he feels like no feeling. The rush of airflow, blowing through his eyelashes, he did not move.
In his eyes, there is only one brown manga.
He is not afraid at all!
Because the victory of this war is to be given to my mother.
Every attack of Yantu, he did not hesitate to meet, he wants the mother of heaven to see his progress and see her son become stronger than before.
He let his mother see that the boy who sobbed alone has now become strong, the boy who worried her, and now his shoulders can already put down a constellation.
Oh, he is already a man of the top.
Why do you want to back down? Why do you want to dodge?
He will be victorious in such a righteous manner, he will be so one-of-a-kind, let the bastard, dumbfounded!
Tang Tian’s eyes, like the stars of the night, light up a little, his movements are getting faster and faster, his instincts, his prejudgment, more and more precise, thousands of broken hands in his hands, become more and more terrible.
Yan Tu’s roar and roaring are getting weaker and weaker. An emotion called horror grows a little in his heart.
The other party seems to be clearer about his attack intentions.
At the beginning, Tang Tian cracked his moves, and hundreds of strokes in the past, he was horrified to find that he had just thought of his mind, the move has not yet formed, and the terrible hands have already cracked it.
Tang Tian’s eyes, which have no undulations, seem to be able to see through all his intentions.
Even Zhenli Mang can't form...
The invisible net tightened a little bit.
How could this be……
His gaze can't help but fall on Tang Tian's face, and his heart is fearful. What kind of martial arts is this?
The turbulent airflow passed, the face was not very clear, but the tender face was only serious and incomparably serious!
The air snarls on the face, if Tang Tianyi does not feel it, every trace of his gaze is all on the opposite Yantu!
His focus is like changing someone, his smile has long since disappeared, his lips are tight, his face is as strong as steel carving.
Yantu finally felt fear. Tang Tian’s attack was everywhere. He seemed to fall into an invisible net. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t get out of this net. Moreover, this in the net, constantly tightening, a strong sense of suffocation, let him feel that death is so close to him for the first time, until he sees that death is laughing at him.
No, I am the first heir to the great bear, how can I die here!
How can you die in such a second hand!
How could this be!
Yantu knows that by the time of the last stroke, if he does not use it, he will die!
No, you can't die here, you can't die in this guy's hand, absolutely not, my Yantu is the strongest to dominate the road, I Yantu...
Yan Tu’s roaring roar in his heart, his right arm, suddenly let out the sky.
The amazing energy fluctuations are released from his arms as if there is a terrible monster hidden in his arm. The powerful energy fluctuations stirred the air around the Yantu, and the airflow suddenly became fierce. The tiny airflow, like a blade, wraps around the body of Yantu, frantically.
Yan Tu’s heart settled down at once, all the pressure, as if disappeared at once, confidently returned to his body, the feelings of the heavens and the earth were mastered, and he smiled again.
The only thing that wins will be me! Only me can be worthy of victory!
Suddenly, a figure, like the wind, slammed into his vision and broke into this light curtain.
The intense airflow contains heart-wrenching energy fluctuations that blow up Tang Tian's almost invisible eyes. The pain of needle sticking from the whole body is a dangerous signal that energy fluctuations convey to his intuition. At this time, it is safer to retreat.
but……
Tang Tian tried to open his eyes, his face was not moved a little, the terrible energy fluctuations, the dangerous signs of the needle, and everything that he did not look at.
Surging the messy airflow, can't hide the burning light in his throat~EbookFREE.me~What you ridicule is exactly what I cherish, what you sneered, it is just my heart, what you abandoned It’s just what I want and I can’t do it. You feel innocent and childish, just that I thought it was convinced.
Tang Tian is like a raging arrow, plunging into a violent hurricane.
Time seems to freeze.
Tang Tian, ​​who slammed, his eyes, like steel, did not move, the sharp airflow wrapped him, and brought countless blood on him, but did not let him have a little bit of movement.
I...everything, anyway, win!
As the blade flutters in the air, countless blood splashes, Tang Tian's arms stretch gently, and the open fingers are like the vines in the early spring, full of life.
They suddenly disappeared into the air.
puff!
An arm flew far away, with a dazzling light, rising up a horrible flame.
Yantu stood unbelievably, his right arm disappeared, a terrible wound on his shoulder, and blood spewed.
"Do not!"
Yantu's heartbreaking lungs are filled with unwilling roars in the air, anger, despair, fear mixed together, the body's power is out of control, straight into the heart, Yantu's roar stops, he blinks wide eyes, squats, squirts A bite of blood, falling on his back.
Tang Tian fell to the ground, and the blood slowly opened on the clothes.
He stared at the body of the Yan Yan, and the Yantu breath was extinct.
The scarred but hard, steel-like face began to melt a little.
Mom, I won... Did you see it... I am very good...
Mom, I miss you very much...
I miss very much...
Tears rushed out, along the cheeks, rushed through the wounds, with blood, squatting on the ground at the feet of the teenager, damping the dust.
The teenager is crying!