Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1717: Call you letter
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The two stood in vain, facing each other and causing turmoil.
Sitting on all sides, all the people who entered the city stopped, and the ghosts and ghosts in the city also smelled the smell of gunpowder and ran out in groups of three to five.
When you see a flying dragon, there will be a strange color. Which one is not a well-known underworld?
"That should be the Flying Dragon's Mingjiang, if the air is covered with clouds."
Too many people's eyes are bright, they seem to recognize the identity of Feilong.
There are many women among them.
At only three hundred years old, he has become a Saint, and he has already sealed the meditation. Throughout the entire underworld, he can never find a few.
For example, this is the goddess in the woman ’s mind, the perfect kind, beauty! All love heroes.
"Which one did you play against?" After watching the Flying Dragon Master, the eyes of the audience were placed on Ye Chen.
"An Quasi Saint, the brain is flooded? How dare you challenge the Flying Dragon Medallion, we, and such unrestrained?"
The sound of discussion is one after another, and they are all in awe of the Flying Dragon.
For Ye Chen, it is more pointing.
"You brother, the name is not small!" Zhao Yun leaned against a stone pillar on the side of the crowd, and sighed sighed with emotion.
"That's it." Qin Mengyao smiled and took Zhao Yun's arm. "After we got married, you can't bully me, otherwise my brother's violence Temper, you look good."
"After this battle, your brother Bacheng will be honest for a long time." Zhao Yun said meaningfully and pushed away Qin Mengyao's hands consciously. "We are really unfamiliar."
"Once I was born again, I am familiar again!" Qin Mengyao giggled, no matter whether Zhao Yun was willing or not, he dragged and left, "They beat them, we find a place to exchange feelings."
"I don't take advantage of you, I will let you lose your heart." Qin Mengyao and Zhao Yungang just left, and Feilongming will start speaking, the words are plain, the eyes are calm, and Ye Chen.
When the words fell, he saw that he was pointing at the eyebrows, Saint was repaired, and was sealed to Quasi Saint, and his momentum also fell a lot.
His move attracted the Quartet's appreciation, "This is the general's style, invincible self-identification level, really great courage."
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and was amused by Feilong Ming.
It ’s really my self-confidence. The Saint level is not enough for Lao Tzu to fight. You are still downgraded to fight, are you so crazy?
"Quasi Saint should be fair to Quasi Saint." Feilong Ming will be quiet, full of eyes scorned, and never looked at Ye Chen.
"You are just as happy as you are." Ye Chen shrugged and shouted, "No matter whether it is Quasi Saint or Saint, it makes no difference."
"Crazy." Feilong Ming will sneer, stepping on the broken sky one step at a time, and his palm is covered, and the palm of his hand is actually running.
"Laozi has mad capital." Ye Chen smiled, and did not retreat but went forward, punching a fist, and punctured the dark sky.
Fist hits with palm, palm hits with punch, and an instant thunder bursts.
Imaginatively, the picture of Ye Chen being suppressed by a palm did not appear. Instead of appearing, it was a surprise.
With one punch and one palm, Ye Chen is like a monument, still unmoved.
Feilong Mingjiang is not so decent anymore, and has retreated a dozen feet before stabilizing, and his metacarpal bones have burst.
The spectators are all shocked, expression is stunned, one defeat?
The most shocking thing is the Flying Dragon Medallion, a pair of sharp eyes squinting, staring at Ye Chen, "You ... are 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique'."
"I haven't said that I am not." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Holy Eucharist? Is that a 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique'?" The Quartet was in an uproar.
"So, the same blood line as the emperor?"
"No wonder qi and blood are so magnificent, no wonder they dare to challenge the flying dragon medley, the domineering bloodline, and their own domineering confidence."
"It's interesting now, the flying dragon will be powerful, and the Holy Body is also unparalleled. This time, the battle is worth seeing."
"The emperor learned that he would blame Feilong Mingjiang."
"What is the status of the emperor, how can he participate in the battle for the younger generation."
"Okay, very good." In the voice of the discussion, Feilongming will laugh, and his eyes will be fiery and glowing, his expression extremely excited.
I heard that the Eucharist is invincible at the same level, and believes that he is powerful. He has never believed it and wants to fight the Eucharist to break the myth.
However, there is only one Eucharist in the underworld, and that is the emperor.
The emperor and the emperor were shoulder-to-shoulder. He dared not challenge himself. Now that there is a holy body, he can realize his long-cherished wish and how not to be excited.
"I want to see if the ancient **** body ... is really invincible of the same rank." Feilong Ming will sigh and win with great momentum.
His eyebrows have added a divine pattern, his surging blood and blood are even more majestic, and a ray of thunder rolls around him.
"Come on." Feilongming will fully open its combat power, pushing the palm sideways, hitting the Nine Dao Dragons and roaring towards Ye Chen.
"You are far away." Ye Chen whispered, the golden hand turned into a ghost, wiped off the six Dao Dragons with one palm, and swayed into gray.
The remaining three divine dragons circled, the dragon's mouth widened, and the mouth thundered.
Ye Chen does not hide, flash or defend, and allows Thunder to split.
Emperor Dao Shen punishes him for steel, will you be afraid of lightning in your area?
The so-called Shenlong Thunder is just tickling.
Shenlong Thunderbolt is tickling, his attack is not a joke, he beats one end with a palm, smashes one with a punch, and the most sad thing is the third one, which is crushed by him.
Everything is in the electric light and fire stone, and the nine-headed dragon is killed.
"Flying Dragon's Finger." Flying Dragon will be killed, a finger divine glow, through the sky, its power is unmatched, destructive.
Ye Chen is a brute, with a holy body made of hard steel and nine Eight Desolate Fistss in one, he punched half a body of Feilong Mingjiang with one punch.
Feilong Ming will be miserable, and he will retreat again. The **** bones will collapse into the void sky, and every bit will be dazzling.
The spectators were terrified, if not so bloody.
Here, Feilongming will have stopped his body, and his burst body has healed quickly, and blood has poured back into his body.
The goods were irritated, and the eyebrows divine glow were everywhere, and one of the treasure seals flew out, with a dragon shaped on it, like a jade seal.
Holy King Soldiers, genuine's Holy King Soldiers, a plume of dignity, and sometimes the dragon shape is heavy like a mountain.
"Suppress me." Feilongming will hissed, urging the Life Source device very close, Ling Tian / rises skywards down, crushing the pieces of the sky.
"Is it overwhelming me?" Ye Chen sneered and came up to the sky like a wild beast that swept the air of eight wildernesses.
Although the Seal of the Holy Soldier is strong, it is difficult to stop him from attacking the world.
With one punch, and only one punch, Baoyin was exploded by his bombardment, and the heart of the Quartet jumped. How strong is this physical body.
The Life Source is broken, and the Flying Dragon Nether will be hit by backlash.
This has n’t stopped his body yet. The Ye Chen man has arrived again. He is neat and straightforward. Without a word, he will attack.
After the picture, I couldn't bear to look directly. Ye Chen attacked and fought all the way, and Feilongming would retreat all the way and kneel all the way.
Blood splashed in the sky, the sky was dim, and blood was red.
The scene is so urinary, so lawless.
Under the throne of the Chujiang throne, the same level of battle, but was actually a Quasi Saint level, all the way up to the head.
Probably, no one understands the state of mind of Feilongming.
He has many secrets, but he ca n’t perform it.
To be more precise, there is no time to perform it, and no secret techniques have been used yet. The Ye Chen attack has arrived and I ca n’t even breathe.
There is nothing in his eyes, and he sees only one gold fist, one fist is stronger than one, and he can no longer distinguish between north and south.
Compared to him, Ye Chen is so beastly.
I lie to Feilongming and approach him.
He is like a **** of war, with no soldiers and weapons, and no Secret Laws and Divine Ability. Some of them are just a pair of golden fists, and they are forced.
Observers, the corners of the mouth are straight, swallowing drastically.
Is that grade Quasi Saint? Never seen such a fierce Quasi Saint.
Anyone is a good general, and he is also well-known in the underworld, but he ca n’t even breathe all the way because of you.
Under everyone's shocked eyes, Feilongming will fall into the void, and the earth will burst, and blood will splash.
"I don't believe it." This man was fighting. He got up and flew into the sky, his eyes red and bloody, his forehead strips exposed.
"Then I hit you to believe it." Ye Chen came down from the sky, rushed up to Feilong Mingjiang, and was shot again with his palm.
Hey, the handsome flying dragon will be in contact with the ground again.
This time, he wanted to get up again, but was unsuccessful.
Or rather, Ye Chen did not let him get up, just pressed that.
Finally, the **** was riding on the man, grabbing the collar by one hand, and punching into the other with a clatter.
"Unbelieve, make you believe it." Ye Chen is so magnificent that it seems like he is angry, punching and punching while punching.
The ground cracked, he fell with a punch, the ground trembles again and again, leveled the ground, and was stunned.
He did n’t know. Where did he get so angry? He looked at Fei Longming ’s face and itchy hands inexplicably.
Lao Tzu ’s wife, you dare to think, if you want to shove me, you can only shove me.
Ye Chen thinks more and more and more powerfully.
Booming, one after another, without stopping.
The spectators did not say anything. They only heard a rumbling sound in the big pit. Every time they banged, their hearts shuddered. Mo said to see it. It hurt when listening.
I do n’t know when I saw the rumbling annihilation, the world was quiet.
Under the attention of many people, Ye Chen climbed out of the big pit, carrying a storage bag in his hand, which is the storage bag of the Flying Dragon.
This fellow is laid back, and in a good mood, humming a minor, turning storage bag, dangling, and heading straight to the ghost town.
The war is over, he is not destroying the flying dragon.
Ordinarily, he should be extinguished, and it will save him trouble in the future.
The key point is that Feilong Ming will have a special status, but it is brother Qin Mengyao.
So, he was very kind and left a breath, not for Qin Mengyao, but for Zhao Yun.
After he left, a group of observers approached the big pit, because the flying dragon was lying there.
Looking under the probe, the corner of the mouth twitched collectively.
Today's Flying Dragon Underworld, what a miserable character, no longer has a human form, and a good body has become a sloppy.
"The first time I saw Feilong Ming will be so miserable."
"The one called Ye Chen is also natural. It is good to learn. This **** thing is to fight to death! Also grab people."
"Facts have proved that the myth of 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique' is invincible at the same level, it's not a joke, don't ask him to do anything."