Chapter 109: No one in the sky?

In the black scales, the audience was a cold young man of twenty-five or six years old.
The young man also bears a long knife, his body is very strong, filled with strong suffocation.
This is the gas that has survived countless battles and accumulated countless killings.
The young man is a ten-year-old commander of the Black Scales Army. He is a master of the spirit of the Wu dynasty. He has experienced many battles and has made great achievements.
Can be seen by Yuan Zhan, playing on the battle, it can be seen that the strength of this person is in the same order, it must be top.
The young man strode into the field, did not speak, long knife out of the sheath, pointing to Liangchuan, the body killing strong.
"Oh! Another one to die!"
Liangchuan smiled lightly and proudly said: "The master of the black scale army, I don't know if it will be vulnerable."
"kill!"
The young black-collar army suddenly shot, long knife, and the shadow of the sky, the momentum of the people.
The sharp knife shadow is lightning fast, breaking the air and screaming.
"There is some strength!"
Seeing the power of the black scales youths, Liangchuan brows his face and looks serious.
"Then let's take a look, who's knife is more! It's more profitable!"
In the end, the body of Liangchuan suddenly broke out, and the white knife was more embarrassing and more overbearing.
boom! !
The knife shadow and the knife gas collided and exploded.
After all, the black scales youths were weak, and they were hard-pressed. They were pushed back ten steps.
"Give me death!"
Immediately, Liangchuan was unforgiving and violently attacked the young black army.
The knife shines, the knife is slanting!
Liangchuan has a knife and a knife.
The knife is hot! The knife is deadly!
For a time, the youth of the Black Scales completely fell into the wind, leaving only the power of parry.
However, this young man of the Black Scale Army is also extraordinary. He is obviously not as good as Liangchuan, but with his rich combat experience, he can easily and easily resolve the attack of Liangchuan.
However, the gap between the strength of the two is not small, the black scales youth still lost to Liangchuan.
When Liangchuan attacked the 14th knife, the youth of the black scales could no longer resist, and the blood was stained on the spot.
"Bastard!"
Yuan Zhan couldn't help but anger and screamed.
Next, Yuan Zhan was sullen and sent people to fight.
There are also three black-scale military officers who will continue to play.
However, without exception, all were smothered by Liangchuan.
Xuanji Zongliangchuan, one person, killed six people in the sky and moon, strong and incomparable.
"Long live the Tielin country!"
"Xuanjizong is invincible!"
"Long live the Iron Forest! Mysterious invincible!"
The tens of thousands of military corps of the Tieling State shouted and shook their voices.
At this moment, the Iron Forest Legion surged and the morale went straight to the Nine.
On the other side of the moon, morale is low, and all faces are ugly.
On the wall, Sumo is also a gloomy face. In this case, the army is fighting, which is very unfavorable to the Tianyue side.
For a moment, the Tielin Army’s call stopped.
Liangchuan stood in the field and looked around the moon and army. He chuckled and said: "Can someone still dare to play?"
The moon and the moon suddenly became silent.
There is no one who can match this person with one weapon.
Send someone to play again, just send it to death!
"Ha ha ha...!
Seeing no one else playing, Liang Chuan finally couldn't help but laugh aloud, scornfully said: "Hey, the same stage, there is no one who can fight for the battle, it is really boring!"
Liangchuan laughed and shook his head, and he turned and returned.
Yuan Zhanzhong flashed a murderous machine, just wanted to shoot, strongly obliterate this son, but see the Iron Forest Legion, another person flew out.
Liangchuan has not yet returned to the Iron Forest Legion, and this person can't wait to rush out.
This is also a young man, tall and thin, with long legs.
On the person's feet, wearing a pair of purple metal boots, walking between the feet, making a dull and dull sound.
"Xuan Chuzong's disciple Wang Chuhe, Ling Wujing's second repair, who is the same as the Tianyue State warrior?"
The person self-reported his name and shouted.
His head rises high and despise everyone in the sky.
On the side of Tianyue, everyone was amazed. It turned out that Tielin was to be a disciple of Xuanji, and he was challenged from high to low.
It seems that Tielin has long been prepared to let the mysterious disciples swept the same month.
At this moment, among the disciples of the four major sects on the wall, many people have risen in their will.
Xuanji sect disciples want to sweep the sky, how is this possible?
The disciples of the four major Zongmen have their own pride.
Perhaps the spirit of the martial arts is a battle for rebuilding, they are defeated, but other battles that are leveled, they may not be defeated.
In the battle of Yuan Zhan, the light flashes, challenge layer by layer?
Is Tie Linguo so confident?
Yuan Zhan did not speak. He believed that the disciples of the four major sects would not back down.
He carefully observed the four disciples who came to Guanwu City, and there were indeed some talented disciples.
Perhaps the next battle, the disciples of the four major Zongmen can reinvigorate the prestige.
really.
The next moment, a fierce disciple from the city was rushed out.
Seeing this person, Sumo was a little surprised.
Because this person who rushed out, it was just a few days ago that he insulted Li Feng and others, and was stunned by Su Mo’s fierce Yang Zong Ma Yue!
Sumo is a bit of an accident. Ma Yue is a bit gutsy.
Ma Yue plunged down the wall and came to the scene in a moment, standing outside the steps of Wang Chuhe.
"Kid, I am going to meet you!"
Ma Yue looked at the opposite Xuanji sect, Wang Chuhe, and his face was slightly dignified.
In other words, Ma Yue’s body broke out, and the powerful instinct and enthusiasm in the meridians are ready to be shot.
Although Ma Yue's strength is extremely strong, far surpassing the general Lingwujing dual-armed warrior, it can counter the general spirit of the three warriors.
However, he did not have the slightest contempt.
He is not sure about the specific strength of the other side, but he dares to play the game and the strength is bound to be extraordinary.
Wang Chuhe carefully looked at Ma Yue and sneered a sigh: "Your strength is good, maybe I can pick up three tricks!"
Wang Chuhe is indifferent, but his words are extremely confident.
"Three strokes?"
Ma Yue heard the words, his face sinking, can only pick him three strokes?
"Hey! Everyone will say, I want to see, how can you beat me within three strokes!"
Ma Yue mouth disdain, but his face is extremely dignified, playing a 12-point spirit.
Wang Chuhe sneered and said proudly: "It is your pleasure to die under my mountain legs!"
After all, Wang Chuhe’s right leg was gently lifted up.
The endless instinct gathered in his right leg, and a terrifying situation broke out suddenly on him.
The next moment, Wang Chuhe moved.
"Mountain leg method - one leg shaking mountains and rivers!"
Wang Chuhe screamed and slammed his legs.
A huge leg shadow, such as the pillar of the sky, crushing everything.
In the face of Wang Chuhe's leg, Ma Yue suddenly felt shocked, and an extremely dangerous feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
I can't think too much, Ma Yue can only scream and resist.
On the wall, Sumo sighed.
When Wang Chuhe got out of his leg, he knew that this battle will be defeated!