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Chapter 4472: Threatened!

"It is strange that the bloody city does not care about the peak ancestor, but the ancestor ... No matter how garbage, it is impossible to send welfare." Wu Zu was full of mist.

"Anyway, it's a good thing!" The ancestor laughed endlessly, saying: "We can boldly fantasize."

"If the robbers took us to lay the ninth level, I would be willing to be your follower, until I died!" Mian Zu said as shyly while his face.

The same is true of everyone. This is the closest time from the ancestor of the ancestor !!!

The ancestor hesitated and shook his head: "My words, even if you follow, but in the future, you have any places where you need me to help in the derivation domain.

"Okay, let's talk about it, I dare not guarantee 100 %, not to mention, who knows whether the bloody city is confuseding us, I am afraid that there will be moths at the critical moment."

"right!"

"Can't take it lightly."

"This level, let's take responsibility for making ten replicas, try to drag as much as possible."

Nympho

After Zhao Fan heard the words, there was no opinion.

They are normal replicas. He and the Holy Spirit deal with twenty -six, which is still feasible.

Many ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors between 100,000 and 200,000 in history are about to launch a free attack mode.

And Zhao Fan's thoughts moved again, and released the pole of the Holy Spirit again. They were with the ancestors, and the eye disease quickly attracted their responsible goals.

Zhao Fan is nine dreams, four body channels!

The Holy Spirit is the pole, and has five somatoscopy, eight waterfires!

The ancestors commanded by many peak ancestors to restrain a waterfire road and nine waterways.

Even though the strength has been improved by one level compared to the previous level, teammates such as bones and other ancestors still eat it. After all, there are nine most easy to compete water channels in ten.

It can be said that Zhao Fan and the Holy Spirit have taken the most pressure.

More than that, Zhao Fan felt a lot of pressure in the face of Jiuzhong's dream, his extraordinary consciousness felt a lot of pressure, just like the old cow pulled a boulder ...

The B -Nine Team, launched a war in full swing !!!

"Bone ancestors, you can pull one from me, otherwise I can only deal with it.

Zhao Fan in Jiuzhong's dream, through the sound of the sleeping ancestors of the dream, and then contacted the ancestor.

"Okay!" The ancestor had no delay, and directly smashed the immortal temple to a body lane replica.

At the same time, the Holy Spirit also received Zhao Fan's instructions and pulled away the two body tract replicas.

Right now Zhao Fan faces the Nine Congress Dream Copy and a Body Classification.

"cut!"

The dual rules of Zhao Fan's consciousness are integrated into the rules of meat into high -level rules, impacting the nine dreams!

It's the fourth time!

Finally bombarded a mouth, and then aware of the consciousness, tearing it out with this mouth!

Nine dreams are broken!

Zhao Fan couldn't take care of his breath, and immediately, at the fastest speed, the knife cut to the three dreams closest to him!

As a result, only one was killed.

The other two have the peak ancestor of the defensive defense type.

"In the face of the eight dreams, it is much more comfortable than the nine dreams."

Zhao Fan looked at the situation and tried to attack the body lane replica. Unfortunately, before he approached, he was pulled into the eight dreams by the eight dreams ...

At the same time, everyone and Zhao Fan focus on the ninth level.

In the bloody city, there is a little -known dark space.

Among them, a bloody pocket city model, mourning, "Brother Lan, collect your light, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Huh, dare to bully my younger generation, deserve you!"

A copper light is suspended above the former, and it continues to release the soft and yellow glory, shrouded in the city model.

"Brother Lan! If I knew that the white robe boy was covered by you, how dare to target it?" The tone of the city model seemed to be crying, "I didn't pay attention to his ring at that time ..."


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