From the Bird

Dan Niang's fist clenched tightly.

The three seats of Jumang turned his head and asked the shawl, "How much was Pang Chunhao lost to Yang Yan last time?"

"One thousand and two hundred shots. That was a long time ago. At that time, the roaring heart was not as powerful as it is now."

Jumang laughed abruptly when he heard: "Then Pang Chunhao lost to Yang Ye again, it should be improved."

Shawl shook his head and said, "Yang Chen was originally the type of getting more and more brave. I want to say that if he can't solve him at a thousand and two hundred shots, I am afraid there is no hope. How many more shots? Shoot? Three thousand shots? Besides, Yang Yan has more than that. "

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The chaotic bullets brought up storm-like sound waves. No matter the disaster, the dragon's spitting fog, or the Qiansheng Yunhan's torrential rain, it was swept up by a vacuum belt centered on Yang Wei.

But because Zhan Yuejin's cup is too small, no matter how terrible the power of the roar is, at most, Li Yan's misfortune is turned into a full cup of steam. Li Yan, who opened the power of all phases, was able to shuttle freely in the water mist, which barely supported him under Yang Yan's hands.

But if the rate of fire of the bullet increases again, Li Yan may not be able to support it.

Although very embarrassing, Li Yan must also admit that even if he was hit with a heart, he would have to pay the price of a ghost car for his death.

Perhaps the upper limit of Qilian's true solution is much higher than Chixin's attack, but for Li Yan, the power of Chixin's attack is the same as Qilian's solution.

"It's not an opponent ..."

Li Yan flickered in the mist, or melted into the mist of the sky, and the ghosts usually shuttled in the bullet storm.

A sharp sense of weakness was eating Li Yan's nerves. But he didn't see any hesitation in his eyes, instead he was focused and enthusiastic.

In that look, Yang Yan seemed to have known each other.

"Why are there so many lunatics in the world?"

Yang Yan complained, but he did not see the same gleam in his eyes.

suddenly,

A steel giant with black flames stood out in the water mist, and he grasped Yang Yang vigorously.

Yang Ye didn't look at it either. The three bullets hit the "Ascension" in the mist and almost destroyed the ascension of the Iron Giant ascendant almost instantly.

The hollow features of black flames on the ascender's neck cavity wailed, suddenly weakening.

The white flames on the back soared, and it laughed wildly, with only nine triathlons on the spine climbing up. Thirteen, fourteen ...

This time, Li Yan did not intend to suppress the ascendant with the pardon soul water.

There was a sudden coldness in Yang Min's heart. He felt an unparalleled feeling of evil and demon smelting, and it seemed that he wanted to melt away everything in this world, leaving no inch.

He took something out of his personal imprint in his hand, and then rushed towards the ascendant. His palm was patted on the ascendant, and the high-rise-like ascendant stiffened, involuntarily turning into a red streamer, and put in one Mahjong card.

The mahjong card fell to the ground, the pattern on which was a soaring man bathed in scarlet steam.

Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, the purple halo came across his face.

Ghost car explodes!

Hundred Ghosts at Night! Earth destroys the stars! Liu Ren Blood Crying Curse ...

"Has he really been in Yan Fu for only one year?"

Yang Ye took out his two guns, and he was actually going to defend by attack. Forty-six Taipingyinshu you sang me, the bullets blew and rippled endlessly, reflecting Yang Ye's face suddenly bright and dark, between light and shadow , Li Yan's face suddenly appeared behind Yang Yan, the golden mother sword in her hand was diagonally split ...

Zhan Yuejin put a lid on the paper cup, and Bai Meng couldn't stop overflowing from his fingers.

The representatives of Yan Zhaohui held their breath, and they really did not expect that Li Yanneng and Yang Yan were fighting to this point.

In the cup.

Li Yan's hands couldn't stop shaking, his eyes staring at the mist.

A clear blood mark penetrated Yang Yang's neck through his waist.

Click it ~

Yang Min's hand loosened slightly, and threw a broken red mahjong on the ground.

He reloaded hurriedly again, eyes staring at Li Yan, who was expressionless.

"This mahjong was brought to me by my father in Yunnan four years ago. I have never used it. I want to keep it as a memorial. I never thought it would be ruined in your hands."

Li Yan actually laughed. Instead, he held the big sword with both hands, and asked with high spirits: "Did Zhao give you two in the first place?"

All in all, he [Zhou Li Bazhen · Su Zhi Chan Chan], who was sent by Cha Xiaodao, swallowed his stomach.

Yang Yan thought about it, took out a stainless steel jug with red stars from his personal mark, and poured it into his mouth.

The momentum of both people is rising!

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At the conference, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and if nothing else happened, they thought that the outcome had been divided.

But many people on the second seat were stubborn, especially Committee member Bai, whose face was so cloudy that water could drip.

Dan Niang took a deep breath, and her nails were pinched deeply. Suddenly, she stood up: "Mr. Zhao, can you guarantee that there will be no human lives this time, and there are serious sequelae?"

Zhao Jianzhong glanced at her: "If I say no, do you want to lose?"

As soon as Dan Niang was about to open her mouth, Zhao Jianzhong interrupted her: "You are worried that he is understandable, but at this time, you should shut your mouth, wait for the result honestly, and sit down."

Dan Niang secretly clenched her silver teeth, but she couldn't sit still.

"Others feel that Li Yan has lost, I understand."

Candle Jiuyin suddenly said: "Do you think so?"

Zhu Jiuyin's words left many people scratching their heads.

"What does he mean?"

The monk Cha Xiaodao and Zhang Er were puzzled.

"Yang Ye's bluff was seen through, and now the two of them are desperate."

Zhao Xuantan beside him said.

Zha Xiaodao asked in surprise: "Isn't that surname Yang always pressing Li Yan?"

"Yang Ying is said to be the first person in the three seats. Isn't it easy for him to roll over a newly formed divine court?"

Zhao Xuantan asked.

"I guess, at the beginning, Yang Yan was trying to force the other side to retreat with a strong posture. Unfortunately, the red mahjong who died for him was still timid."

"What shyness?"

Cha Xiaodao asked.

Zhao Xuantan looked at the paper cup on the seat: "Yang Ye was injured."

Under the ruined city outside the venue, Pang Chunhao still stood tall.

"They both hurt."

Miss Mei also joined in.

"Yang Ye's injuries are even more serious. And this one called Li Yan is really amazing, killing one after another, that is, Yang Ye, and changing to another three seats, even if it is me, I'm afraid to follow suit.

Zhao Xuantan was concise.

"Now, both of them are exhausted."

"Who will win then?"

Miss Mei spoke in unison with Cha Xiaodao.

The water cup was surging and the clouds were scorching, and both seemed to return to the light to restore their strength.

Qiansheng Yunhan, the power of all phases, the waves of misfortune, were penetrated one black hole after another, and immediately filled up.

During Yang Bao's bullet storm, Li Yan's afterimage was everywhere.

Yang Yan sweated his back, and the deadly sword appeared from time to time on his neck, skull, chest, and yin. As long as the muzzle could not be taken care of, he immediately came to an end.

On the other hand, even if Li Yan was exposed for a moment, Yang Yan, who had reached 700 shots at this moment, could hit Li Yan with a shot at any time!

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"Hard to say."

Zhao Xuantan yelled, "It's too hard to guess."

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