MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks-v3 Chapter 4388 Doom 4

Alas ,!

The two people are the same who lives and dies. For the little devil, it is the same because he can't stop it.

I didn't want to stop it either, the fairy fight couldn't control it, so I was not qualified to control it.

No one can stop, no one can stop.

Who can stop young warriors from dying?

nobody!

In other words, Lu Anhe didn't take the matter seriously, it was impossible to stop it.

Pu Fujun frowned, and there was ice and snow between his brows. "Suddenly this happened."

Lu Anhe: "It's not a sudden."

The long confrontation and conflict will erupt completely. Everyone wants to kill each other.

Su Ningshu has completely become a **** man, bloody, blood oozing out of each pore, rendering his clothes blood-red, blood on his face.

The blood dripped from the cheeks like sweat.

The meridian in the body is torn, and the conflicting force in the body is constantly impacting, causing some harm. The surging force needs a breakthrough, as long as it is vented.

Uncle Wu's face was covered with black lines and blood-red eyes, and he looked like no one, only indifference and murderous intentions. Repeated engagements hurt both sides, but neither stopped.

Wu Ningshu is the target that the uncle must fight, especially now that he seems to have lost consciousness, then it must be a sword to kill.

Xu Ningshu not only wanted to survive, but also killed his uncle. In this case, whoever stopped would die.

More and more races gathered to stand in a safe position to watch this battle. No one rushed to intervene or dare to intervene.

The wandering shadow and sword shadow collided with huge power, raging to destroy everything, and the fool would rush up.

Zhao Anhe looked in one direction, and there was a strong **** air over there, and she saw a wide banner, the solemnity and murderousness of the army.

This feeling is so familiar that the army is here.

除了 In addition to their army, there are other troops in the void.

Such a strict and orderly team?

Luan An and squinting eyes looked at the team that was getting closer, too many races gathered, no matter what the purpose of these races gathered, now it is very bad for them.

The organization is too far from here.

Zhao Anhe has issued orders to the following officers and officers to gather more teams to avoid what happens.

At least successfully bring the uncle back.

At this time, An He deeply knows how important it is to have a main system. When encountering such a thing, Sang Liang will deploy manpower, and the powerful people in the organization will come to fight.

Now that I don't know Sang Liang's life or death, he can only mobilize people on the military side. As for the missionaries and some faction leaders, they can't move at all.

不 Can't figure out what Sang Liang's mind is thinking?

Is Uncle Yun's condition so bad, does he need to use his death to open a way for his uncle?

As the number of gatherings increased, their number was very weak and helpless and pitiful.

Maybe he may also fold here and can't go back.

If your uncle wins and grabs what he needs, it's better to say that if he loses, the price is really too high.

Is he looking forward to uncle win or Ning Shu win, he is kind to them, let them go?

Zhao Anhe is ashamed and despicable for his inner thoughts, and despicable for the weak.

I have a huge team next to do this, it seems that their team is weak and helpless.

The races in these teams are all different, but coexist peacefully under one's rule.

Zhao Anhe looked at the man in an ancient robe. Wan Jun stood out of it and stood on the highest point. He could see him with his eyes raised.

The majestic style is full of the power of the king, and it looks like a great Yazi, and the strength is not weak.

If not, how could so many different races belong to His Majesty.

哪里 Where did this come from?

Lu Anhe is really very helpless. This girl seems to have played with her uncle.

So what does it mean to appear now?

Want to take advantage of Weng Meng to compete for the fisherman?

It's too difficult, really difficult ...

Lu An and felt very stressed, but couldn't do anything, just watched the situation become more and more complicated.

What special, is it good to live well?

温 Li Wen stood on the chariot, flicked his sleeves lightly, looked up at the fighting situation, couldn't help laughing, "What's the point?"

He An and rolled his eyes, hehehe heart.

Ning Shuyue didn't dare to carelessly at the end, and had no chance to observe the surroundings, and did not know that many people were watching.

Wu Peiwu's martial arts provided her with a steady stream of strength, but none seemed to cause any harm to her uncle.

Su Ningshu suppresses the inner irritability. The more you can't be irritable at this time, the more you have to calm down and not make mistakes. One mistake is the price of life.

Even if the uncle dragged on, the uncle could not drag her on. Now, how much energy does the law provide for the uncle?

I was dragging on like this for a long time, and she would be able to drag the uncle to death. If the uncle was in a hurry to end the fight, there would be leaks and a fatal blow to him.

Now the uncle is not only covered with black lines on his face, but also lines on the back of his hands. These lines are full of unknowns, like a curse that engraved his body.

As long as dragging on, external forces plus internal destructive forces can turn the tide.

She Ningshu stabilized her mood. Her condition was very bad, as was the situation of the enemy.

The black sword has a wavy pattern, and the black awns on the sword peel off, revealing Xueliang's sword body, sharp and dazzling, as if the seal was lifted.

The sword is amazing, killing and coercion is like the pressure of Taishan. Ning Shu suffocates, but the force in the meridians is spurred and turbulent by the pressure.

The battle was overwhelming, and my heart was beating like thunder!

Hesitantly, paying everything to kill the enemy opposite.

The law of calm can't afford a wave of waves, sticky, quiet, like standing water.

There are busy questers around the cricket, and ants are usually busy building burrows.

There was a whistle of wind blowing across the sea of ​​rules, and a rippling ripple blew up. The ripples were unobtrusive, but the ripples grew larger and larger, setting off waves of waves.

No wind rises, the waves are getting bigger and bigger, and the calm sea surface raises huge black waves, bringing out a strong decaying taste.

"Run." The taskmen were stunned and staring at the sea of ​​laws that suddenly broke out. The dark and thick waves could slap the soul.

Cowardly people like ants immediately fled around, and they were likely to be swallowed up by the sea of ​​laws if they ran slowly.

The rule of the sea roared and hissed, as if an old man was screaming and struggling with his last strength.

The surging roaring power is not something these questers can resist.