When the invincible ax rose to the sky, the sky covered by heavy snow was rarely exposed a little bit of moonlight. That month, the moon was spreading to the unique fierce ax, reflecting a little dark red.

The obscure light.

The red -red like the blood that had been dried up for countless years, the obscure embarrassment, climbing the face of Jiawen's full of handsome but still handsome faces, eroded inch, eroded his face, leaving only his face, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, leaving only his face, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, only staying, leaving only his face, leaving only his face, leaving only his face.

His pair of calm eyes stabbed in the dark snow night.

In that stars, Delier's whole person has bent like a bowstring of the full moon. His people are in the sky, the ax is in the sky, all the killing intentions and fierce contraction are all over the sky.

Zhang Changgong.

All the air stagnated at that moment, and the wind stopped.

David in the air.

At that moment, Jiawen even saw the long -hidden lonely remnant moon in the sky, and there was endless pressure from all directions.

He took a deep breath, held the gun, did not regress, did not hesitate, and had no fear and panic. His eyes were calm, calm as mountains, like the mountains closed his eyes, closed his eyes and gently pasted the dragon gun on his ears.

Bian, it seems to be listening ...

The sound of wind.

The wind is over. The wind is over.

The wind whispered.

In the sound of the wind, there are bow string shocks, bow string shocks.

In the sound of the bow strings, the long bow shot, the shot of the fissure, the shot of the shot, the shot of the air, the shot of the shot and destroying the heavens and the earth.

Throughout the world, the sky is under the ground, the disabled moon is empty, and the deadly red mang is like thousands of snow mountains.

Snow falls.

Snow is like madness.

In the wild snow, the closed prince smiled, and the gun was shot.

His entire body moved, moving like a fire, and his arm was connected to the stainless steel dragon gun full of three thousand soul scratches on the boundless snow.

The moonlight is clear, and the gun is like a dragon.

In the potential of the dragon, the wind was over three thousand marks, and there was an endless roar echoed in the air.

At that moment, the soul of the three thousand troops was still there, and a shot refers to no one to block.

"Boom-" Invincible finally hit the thousand army.

Xueye Thunder. The two men's bodies finally fought hard together. They roared at the same time and gathered all their forces on those two legendary weapons.

"Squeak-" The harsh sound of the cold back of the back sounded on the weapons of two wrestling.

"You're good." Dleeus smiled hard, stepped, and pressed forward.

Although Jiawen was indeed courageous enough to block Drierz's fall, after all, he was a bit of power. Under his force, he couldn't help but take a step back.

However, it is just one step.

Just take a step back, Jiawen stopped retreating, he was still laughing, but there was already a hint of enthusiasm in the smile, and there was a sense of war that could not stop rushing from his body.

Dleeus hit hard.

" -" The low sound of the low gold iron sounded again.

The battle between Dleeus and Jiawen is completely different from the struggle between Dreels and Zhao Xin. Although Zhao Xin is also fierce and fearless, it is a light and spiritual way.

, To kill people. His strength was extremely powerful whether he was in group battle or single -out, but when he encountered Deleus, a fierce person who was completely with clever

The situation of fighting.

Jiawen is different. He has taken the charge to the end since the battlefield, and there is a way to die. Later, he exercised his spirit and ** in the boundless wilderness.

The shot was as stable as a mountain, and no matter how clever he was, he couldn't hide his break.

Today, the two murderers who are also walking crazy are hit together, just like two crazy tigers meet in the mountains.

One mountain is difficult to accommodate the two tigers, only the dead fight.

Undead.

In the snow, the two weapons hit together again, and the two murderers breathed back two steps at the same time.

They have been fighting for less than twenty times, every time they do their best, waving the weapons in their hands without death. Every time they collide, their flesh is constantly echoing in their bodies. Their tiger's mouth has already cracking.

Being constantly beating, they felt the soreness of their arms, and their bodies were a little tired.

But they rushed forward more fiercely, just because the killing intention was strong, and could not stop.

Only by killing the enemy in front of them can they close their eyes with peace of mind.

The wind continues to blow, and the snow is still down.

Dleeus was deeply inhaled and grasped the giant ax in his hand again. He felt that every inch of his skin was beating. He had not encountered such a hearty battle for many years.

Such a simple violence is just like two trapped beasts that meet each other.

"Come on ..." Delier screamed, stepped forward, and his body rushed up again when he was wrong. His big ax roared behind him, like a meteor.

But this time, Jiawen slowed his step. When his people had jumped, Jiawen stepped on, so this time, Delais's giant ax slammed the dragon gun with countless war souls.

, Boom in the slightly stagnant shape to five yards.

His body fell into the snow, which stirred up the snowflakes.

This trapped beast fight, Jiawen's minions broke first.

Seeing that his prince was shot down by the enemy fiercely, the Demasian who had been silently watched the war stepped forward again. It seemed that he wanted to kill Delier, a scattered beast that was bruised all over the scene.

Looking at the Demasian soldiers who were eager to move, Dleeus sneered disdainfully, as if watching a group of ants, and took a step forward again.

He seemed to use his full murder to kill the group of Demasian like a lamb in his eyes.

Faced with the aggressive footsteps of Drams, those Demasian people did not retreat, and they consciously stood to Jiawen IV who fell to the ground, surrounded him behind.

Delier's footsteps are closer, and there are five steps, and his big ax can directly cut off the front Dimcian people.

Facing this situation that can be said to be completely reversed, Savin, who had been watching the dead fighting on the field, frowned. He looked at it subconsciously.

There is a dark snow.

Xueye was silent again, and only Delier's Snow sounded.

The crow suddenly whispered and lowered, and the low sound had not fallen yet. Suddenly, the crowd suddenly stretched out a hand and held a Demasian shoulder, revealing Jiawen's face full of snow.

Raise his own dragon gun and look at Delier, his eyes like a fire, he said hoarsely and said:

"I haven't died yet."

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Just one more today.
Chapter completed!