Lord Xue Ying

Only a moment, the huge scrolls in the sky have blood-stained people being rejected, falling down, and the god-level masters in the air will recover, and they will be scared after fear. Even if they are all looking at him, they will immediately Some of them fell to the area where they were originally. After all, they lost too fast and were too shameful.

Hey, hey, hehe...

After the expansion of hundreds of millions of miles of huge scrolls, as time goes by, one after another severely injured masters are repelled and fall, even more and more excluded masters, some even show the original shape, such as the master of the Warcraft family, huge The body of Warcraft is even tens of thousands of miles long, and some rare alien creatures also show their original shape.

After all, some tricks are still more powerful in the original form, blood in the air, red blood, purple blood, green blood... blood is scattered, some are excluded and the body is torn apart, and then condensed.

As a god, as long as the deity is not destroyed, you can live!

"How, how is it inside?"

"Reel world, what's the situation inside?" Many of the god-level masters around are questioned around the exclusion.

The blood that has been rejected is dissipated, but his face is pale and his mood is not calm. He frowns and looks at the left and right, but he does not want to say more: "You will know when you go in."

Dongbo Snow Eagle also watched in all directions, and those who lived out were reluctant to say more, after all, they were all competitors.

Gradually, the high air is being rejected less and less, and occasionally only one!

"Hey." Another tall silver-haired youth was repelled from the reel world. He immediately fixed his figure and his brow wrinkled.

"The first batch is over!" said the **** messenger on the high platform in the distance.

His voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The tall silver-haired youth who was finally rejected was only a smile, and he was obviously the last one.

"I remind you again that the sorting war is based on your achievements in killing the enemy. It is not the time you spend in the reel world! The long stay... does not help the ranking, such as the last one, In the first batch, it was ranked after two hundred.” The court messenger was cold and cold, “the next batch!”

The tall silver-haired youth suddenly stopped and followed his face flushed. He was annoyed in his heart but did not dare to vent to the ‘then messenger’ and immediately landed without snoring.

Oh...

The mighty power of the oracle messenger once again shrouded a thousand god-level masters, all of them could not help but rise to the sky, as if the stones fell into the lake. Did not enter the huge scrolls in the sky.

"The first batch of one thousand, only three hundred and ninety-five live?" Dongbo Xueying has been easy to count and count, "The remaining 650 god-level masters? They all died inside." ?"

"This is the first round of the battle of the Battle of the City."

The Dongbo Snow Eagle shook his head secretly and the death rate was too high.

"what!"

The screams of screams echoed in the sky, and there was blood flying in the sky. A broken body was rejected, and it began to condense in midair, condensing into a gray-skinned young man. He looked at the surroundings and flew to his position.

The second batch of people entered and began to be excluded again.

A serious injury was rejected.

The huge double-headed monster of "Boom" appeared in the air, and then quickly condensed into a humanoid landing.

......

Most of the people who were excluded were seriously injured. Obviously, they were not easily abandoned at the last moment. They were able to pre-select through the stars and have their own pride.

Batch after batch...

In the blink of an eye, ten batches have been entered, and the sixteen god-level masters of Wushan Xingyu have not been selected.

"The tenth batch is over. Up to now there are 10,000 god-level masters." The **** messenger on the upper platform glanced down, his eyes were cold, "not self-sufficient! Not too much self-sufficiency, already felt dangerous and began to hurt, But you still have to support you to kill more enemies. But the enemy's strength may suddenly exceed your tolerance, and even let you not even confess to the defeat, and finally death! Well, the next batch."

Hey.

The eleventh batch was shrouded and pulled all the way to the sky.

"Well?" Dongbo Snow Eagle immediately discovered that this time he was pulled in, he had his own Wushan Star Field. However, Wushan Xingyu was only pulled into the seven places, including the red-haired man who was very heavy.

Gradually, one by one was eliminated.

The red-haired man was also excluded. He was extremely injured, but he recovered immediately in midair.

He fell cold and looked up. Indifference looks at the huge scrolls in the sky, watching the other masters who are excluded.

at last

It was the twelfth batch of the turn, and the gods of the high platform overlooked the lower part, and the eyes swept over the Wushan star field. As the host of the Battle of Fucheng, he naturally mastered a large amount of intelligence, knowing what the high-level hands of the gods in the Anhai government were dazzling and which backgrounds were great. He will also spread these in a batch. Better and more careful observation.

"call."

Invisible forces shrouded.

"I?" Dongbo Snow Eagle immediately felt that it was wrapped in invisible power, and then immediately flew high in the sky, flying to the huge scroll above, looked up and saw that the huge scroll was getting closer.

puff.

Together with many other god-level masters, they all hit the reel. Before the impact, Dongbo Snow Eagle also discovered it. This time he flew to the reel, and he was familiar with him.

******

"Mo Xuexiong, your daughter has gone in." The Anhai government owner also looked at the scroll. His eyes easily passed through the reel world. When he saw the inside, he saw the situation of a thousand god-level masters. Seven plum rain.

"Dragon brother, you are embarrassed, how about my little daughter?" Mo Xueguo touched his white beard, quite proud, his eyes also passed through the reel world to hinder the inside, watching everything.

"This batch is interesting." The woman in the yellow robe sitting next to the poisonous scorpion **** smiled softly. "The daughter of the snow-covered king, the inner disciple of the 'big tooth', the 'burial', and the white sand My brother’s heavy name is Dongbo’s little guy. Everyone is gambling on a gamble. Who would be better off this group?”

"Dongbo!" Baisha City owner touched the tilted beard and glanced around.

"The seventh Meiyu His Royal Highness." The silver armored women's army leader was holding a glass of wine.

"Then I will gamble on this ‘burial 虓’, he can rise from the end of the micro, can make the big energy as an inner disciple, but the savvy is not low.” The handsome ink cloud also said.

The woman in the yellow robe even shouted: "Big brother, what about you?"

Bohai Wang haha ​​smiled: "Following the ink cloud brother is definitely right, I also choose this funeral. Poisonous sister, you have not chosen yet!"

"I am a woman, of course, choose the seventh Mei Yu, His Royal Highness."

"I also gambled on a gamble. I chose my daughter." The snow-covered king of the top laughed. "If I lose, each of you can get a pot of ‘竹炎雪浆.'”

"Since I am gambling on this, I will gamble and bury my cock. I know that the strength of this little guy is very good." Anhaifu said, "If I lose, I win every 'Anhai Lingzhu'. ”

"Bamboo inflammation snow pulp... The uniqueness of the Snowy Empire, Anhai Lingzhu, although the younger generation is the host, but can not help it, I also gambling funeral." The **** messenger also laughed.

Suddenly, the woman in the yellow robe of the drug lord of the world said: "A total of eight, four gambling burial, three gambling seventh rain, His Royal Highness... Oops! Baisha brother, you choose your Dongbo brother."

The owner of Baisha City blinked: "The head of the house and the king of the country can all take out their bets. What about you? Get it out quickly!"

The screaming screaming on the mouth, but the white sand city owner is secretly anxious: "Donbo, you must be mad."

Because he said that he was optimistic about Dongbo long ago, even if he really gambles, he has to stand on the side of Dongbo Snow Eagle for the sake of face!

But deep inside...

Although the Baisha City Lord believes that the Dongbo Snow Eagle is expected to be in the top 100, he has no confidence in comparison with the funeral and the seventh Meiyu. Because the funeral is a powerful person who points to spiritual practice, the seventh Meiyu has her father to point to practice. Although the snow-covered country is worse than the mighty, the daughter can certainly be more helpful.

But even if you don't have confidence, you have to support your face!

The white sand city owners looked up to the sky, and they watched the battles on the high platform. The court messengers did not stop. The eyes of the white sand city owners saw through the reel world and saw one of the remote places inside. The Dongbo Snow Eagle was standing. On a sandy beach.

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