Yan ling jun Yan
Indra Yan Ling
Yan ling bronze throne
Yan Lingqi
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Every soul sings that there is a single soul and a plural soul.
The thunder swells and the earth veins complement each other, and the wind, snake and fire dragon dance together.
Gravity fell from the sky, and the young boy’s feet burst into cracks. Lancelot was even more difficult to straighten up.
Thirty times the gravity of Yan Ling Wang.
Lu Chen looked up and locked that Wang Yanling’s heroic spirit twisted its neck and gave a burst of explosive, revealing a grinning face.
Want me to kneel?
In a flash, Lancelot’s unstable figure was finally hit by rubble and storms, and huge water lily smoke exploded on the central ground of the arena. Instead of rising, it was blown around by the storm that was brought by the speed.
The harsh sonic boom resounded through the arena. Nowadays, teenagers take the lead in charging the ancient heroic army!
From the perspective of the heroes, you can see a black and red band with a black dragon in the field, and the phantom knife light cuts from the sky!
The black giant blade, which is dressed in ancient times and made Wang Yingling react before, has passed by. It is extreme violence. Without the cutting force of the knife, the separated head will not be complete even if it is connected.
The heroes moved in succession, and hundreds of heroes rose like the warriors of the Hall of Heroes in the myth rushing to the final battlefield to charge the black emperor.
Lancelot sat in the ruins, and no ghost would notice him. He was marked with a god, and no one would attack him.
But every second in the whole arena, there are several places where the rubble splashes and the roar is deafening, almost at the same time.
Flames, ice, thunder and strong winds raged all over the place.
He has no doubt that even the first generation of species was besieged by the Yingling Army, and it could not stand.
But that boy was … too fast.
That’s not just breaking through the sound speed. At this time, the other party’s state is at least five times!
The spirits in the air can see the black and red streamer, which is a phantom and a death!
Each of them wears a mask and has less strength than the next generation, and most of them surpass them. They are the ultimate warriors of Odin’s twilight preparations.
But absolute violence can only be achieved by spilling blood.
A spirit from Japan forced Qi to strengthen his bloodline and flesh to the limit. The mask said that the spirit was a bronze throne, which made his figure swell and distort. He should be the top violent person in this world.
But when the weapon in his hand intersects with the black armor teenager, it is directly cut off by absolute violence and then directly halved!
Lancelot felt absurd when he watched many spirits fall from the sky with blood and rain. This is the true ultimate hybrid. His mask is a joke.
However, he still felt that something was wrong, not that he was surprised that the young man was strong, but that … the fallen spirits were a little slow.
It is he who thinks that the speed and violence of teenagers are indifferent except the highest place. forgotten one, this battle should be over in a minute.
But it took more than ten seconds to fall the seven heroes.
There was a continuous roar, and Lancelot noticed smoke rising everywhere, but it didn’t seem that teenagers were going to step on it.
It’s that the spirits were shot down, and they weren’t cut off by the black dragon slayer, but were thrown by the teenagers. The power seems to be measured and not dead.
In the end, the boy landed in the arena again and glanced around, only to re-lock himself. The heroes confirmed it carefully.
He didn’t forget the key when he fought. Perhaps Chuhang’s father can’t kill them by mistake.
Just ten seconds later, he almost passed every ghost. It was to screen whether there was Chuhang’s father in it.
These spirits are all wearing masks. Of course, he can identify them from the most basic point, and then check them slowly after the war.
And the rest … He can come at will.
The wind of death rises again, and the black phantom dances wildly in the middle.
Every time the blade rises and falls, a ghost dies.
In Lancelot’s perspective, the spirits fell from the sky like rain, and few bodies were complete. He even saw a ghost die without being killed by a knife, and his whole body was cut in half as if it were broken by something at a high speed.
In just over ten seconds, these strange spirits have fallen by nearly half.
It’s not that they are not strong, but that the gap with their opponents is too big.