"What's going on with Dongsang Kingdom? Do you all come up? Is there no one to fight?!"
"That's it! Our classmate Feng Xiaowu wields a sword casually, you are divided into two, can you find a firm point?"
"It turns out that the potential of Dongsang Kingdom is just the same! I think how good!"
Nympho
Everyone is sprayed one by one!
Volting their hearts in their hearts for a long time.
Express their pride and show off!
The practitioner of Dongsang Kingdom, look at me, I look at you ... I am angry and aggrieved!
Several people want to go up, but see the star meteorite of Feng Wu's blood ...
Look at Shi Kong Shi, who was lifted by the corpse, and everyone touched their belly ... back.
What a scary!
Samsung, Ling King Realm under the age of 20, is there anything else?!
Actually, so, but dare not go up.
Feng Wu looked up at the sky.
The darkness of Jun Linyuan and Leng Ye's war!
Every move, it is possible to live and die!
And these people are still grinding?
Feng Wu's face was indifferent, and his expression was even more impatient. He let go directly: "There is no one in the East Sang Kingdom, right?!"
Dongsang Chinese: "..." Angry!
Feng Wu: "No one can admit defeat directly, and delay time! Hurry up!"
Dongsang Chinese: "..." I'm so angry!
Feng Wu: "What to see? Hurry up."
Among the people of Dongsang, Hoshino's complexion is all angry!
Hoshino's friend was preparing to stand up, and at this time, Sakura Ning ran quickly and shouted: "Slow!"
Everyone looked back at Sakura Ning.
Sakura Ning shouted loudly while running: "Brother Fujiwara is here! Brother Fujiwara is here!"
"Fujiwara?!"
"The King of Lingwang Samsung Peak Fujiwara Wing?!"
"Oh my god! Fujiwara is really here? Didn't he retreat to the retreat?"
Because everyone is not much different, in the same battle circle, they are familiar with each other.
Fujiwara's strength is also obvious to all!
As soon as the name of Fujiwara wings came out, many people on the Junwu Empire were suddenly dumb!
"No?"
"Why are he here?"
"Didn't he say that he was going to retreat, wouldn't he participate in the primary battle of the Lingwang realm?"
When Chen Ziyun saw everyone's bitterness and annoyance, he asked what was going on.
You know, Chen Ziyun was not even the spirit of the spirit king before, so he did not even have the qualifications to watch this battle.
Min Xuechang was crying and told Chen Ziyun: "It's over, it's over, it's over."
Chen Ziyun was anxious: "What's going on? You can say it at that time!"
Min Xue frowned: "This Fujiwara wing is incredible. He is on the primary battle platform of our spirit king, but the presence of overlord -level! Do you know? Before this battle platform, he won a hundred games.
! ""
Chen Ziyun's: "Win ... a hundred games?"
Min Xuechang: "And it's not a general win! Do you know? As long as he played the game, his four players never needed to participate. He could penetrate five people on our side!"
"One hundred times, all!"
"Almost everyone on our side has lost to Fujiwara wing."
"In other words, at the age of 20, the King of Lingwang is in the early level, and Fujiwara wings have no low hands!"
"After the abuse of us, he felt boring, so he gave up not to play.
Master Min was crying: "No one here is a enemy Fujiwara, we ... have lost!"