Storm of Kings

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Zhou Lie was greatly moved by several dragon veins in the Zhou family.

These dragon veins took the place of Bian Xiong's four-in-one arrow, and cut their power by half in an instant. The cemetery of the relatives buried near the dragon veins was damaged, and they could no longer protect future generations, and their luck wailed.

This method is even more powerful than the Yin-Yang Dao of leveraging force.

By the means of destroying the Erzhizong, no one thought that the theocratic giant was so good. Even at Zhou Lie's level, he had to watch the dragon veins being damaged, and suddenly he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.

"Block the enemy!" Tang Qiqi reacted too late. Bian Xiong shook his figure and forced his way into Taihao Heaven and Earth. The scepter in his hand drew the blue clouds. The thunder in the clouds was fierce and more dragon energy was mobilized.

The mountains and rivers uttered the sound of dragons, and the dragon veins seemed to have encountered a nemesis.

In the midst of the crisis, Jing Quan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in a cold voice: "Bold madman, dare to come to my Zhou's house to be wild, forgive you!"

Before he finished his words, he walked away, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Bian Xiong.

As the mistress of the Zhou family, Jingquan has unlimited prestige in front of and behind her. Now she has the help of a kendo stele, and she is 880 meters tall.

However, this class of Fengyi, this class of stature, is still out of proportion in front of the theocracy giants, let alone Bianxiong is one size bigger than the ordinary theocratic giants?

Fiery gazes shot from the sky. Today's battle is huge, and the black hands behind the scenes are not few.

The three sects that brought the theocratic giants into the war can be called the culprits. Now that the attacker Bian Xiong had forcibly squeezed into the world of Taihao, they naturally wanted to see the movement of the Zhou family clearly.

"Jingquan came out?"

"Haha, very good. Zhou Lie was afraid of causing the evil demon's foreign cultivators to rebound, so he made a tortoise with his head shrunk. Even if the recent series of wars had his beginnings and ends, he was careful not to increase his reputation on a large scale! This is the way to death. What does the dignified demon king want to do with kindness? Do you really think that you can be a holy king?"

"My lord is right. Zhou Lie is self-serving and indecisive. He always wants to be both a **** and an archway. In the end, he will only draw a basket of water."

Suddenly, someone sneered: "You think Zhou Lie is too simple! Since we all know that he is not dead, he is leading the Zhou family behind his back, don't you doubt those evil demons? But one death is enough, this is an explanation. , Do you think that apart from Heiteng Pavilion and the Evil King jumping out and forcing alien reincarnations into the game, are there demon sects participating? All the philosophers of the Hundred Clan and aristocratic clan clan dancing happily behind! But after Jiang’s family turned off, you see Has the family's family members increased their manpower?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the big figures behind the scenes looked embarrassed. Not to mention adding more manpower, even the Saint King who had been placed on the edge of the battlefield withdrew back. The meaning could not be more obvious, and they are no longer willing to intervene to besiege the Zhou family.

In this way, it seems that only Baijia of Zhuzi dances happily! But the philosophers are not monolithic, the internal camp is beginning to split, and many highly respected seniors intervene. This is not a good sign.

When the atmosphere was tense, a roar suddenly came.

"Roar, drive me!" Bian Xiong raised his scepter and collided with the overwhelming kendo smoke. Just when he wanted to repeat the old trick and mobilize the dragon energy to control the dragon veins, his eyes suddenly burst.

Kendo Yanlan did open, but he staggered forward three steps.

Who wanted to take these three steps, he actually returned to the passage and collided with the divine power giant coming from behind.

"Boom..." The passage that looked like a cocoon shell exploded.

The Kendo Smoke Lan that Bian Xiong encountered just now was imaginary, which deceived him very cleverly. Now Kendo Smoke Lan is real, and when he is spinning like flying, he welcomes a murderous opportunity to enter.

Murderous intent is not something else, it is the only sword in the avenue, which combines with the smoke and beads of the kendo to become a horrifying sword of the gods.

Bian Xiong is one of the most powerful players in the divine power. He never knew how to write the word afraid, but now he is afraid, really afraid.

What a glimmer of sword light, why is it so bright? Why is it so strong? Directly pierced the eyelids to reach the heart, making him feel painful.

"Ahhhhhh..." Bian Xiong yelled up to the sky, he had never been so painful before. All the pain in the memory is multiplied dozens of times, and the sufferings he encountered when he was a child reappeared. The enemy held a big sword in his hand and chopped it down, making him panic again and again, praying in pain and despair, hoping that bad luck would not happen to him.

The bad luck did not fall on him, but the theocracy who he turned and knocked down was unlucky. He saw that Bianxiong suddenly displayed the supreme scepter, his body turned into a blue grinding disc and crushed quickly, accompanied by loud noises and screams, ten Many theocracy giants lose their defense.

"No, what are you doing, Brother Bianxiong? Wake up, wake up quickly, this must not be you."

Bian Xiong suddenly returned to his senses. When he saw a dozen of his companions who had been killed to half their lives, his pupils dilated for a while, and he roared: "Despicable, come at me with the ability."

I don’t know when, Jing Quan stood on his scepter, with a good look in his eyes, and said: “Everyone speaks according to his ability. You used my Zhou family’s dragon veins to cast spells. What did we say? Complainingly, it's really a big issue in the world."

"You..." Bian Xiong realized that he was hypocritical, and death and injury on the battlefield are inevitable! The blame can only be blamed on the divine power giants fading out of time and journey for too long, having forgotten the glory and prosperity.

"Kill!" Bian Xiong stopped saying anything, his heart was murderous, and thunder and lightning broke out.

As a result, the dozen or so theocratic giants who were killed by him to only half their lives were unlucky, and the blue mill was crushed again, and their figures suddenly popped and disappeared under the rapid burning of the strange flames. .

"OK, Dreamland has succeeded, and the first batch of theocratic giants have been accounted for!" Tian Mengmeng's voice was like a reminder, forming a notice in Battle.net.

"Great!" At this moment, many of the Zhou family's children felt heartened.

You must know that the theocracy giants have their own shielding halos, and Battle.net and Dreamworld have nothing to do with them. But when they encounter their own people's suppression, the situation is completely different.

As a formidable attacker, Bian Xiong ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Most of his power and methods exist for breaking defenses.

Therefore, under his offensive, the theocratic giant couldn't bear it either, and was immediately caught by the Zhou family's Dreamland Magic Net, and everyone wielded their beloved little hoes and digging fiercely.

With the size of the Zhou's miners, the number of people online at the same time exceeds 100 billion, and there are a dozen or so giants, no matter how hard they are, no matter how extraordinary their level is, they can't hold up a group of trained marching ants.

When Bianxiong woke up again, his heart twitched.

He knew that there was a problem, and it was still a big problem, as long as he killed the thoughts in his heart, he would attack his own people without thinking.

The antelope's horn-like sword just didn't seem to hit him severely, but in fact it had already killed his sanity and cognition, leaving only madness and bloodthirsty.

"What a vicious sword!" After all, Bian Xiong is not an ordinary person. He twisted his scepter and laughed wildly, sacrificing himself to rebuild the tunnel.

"Boom..." The cocoon shell was formed again, and the situation was extremely bad.