Great Slaughter System

"Shen Wansan, do you know what I am coming to?"

Shen Lang smiled and looked at Shen Wansan.

Shen Wansan finally felt a pressure, because Shen Lang has already emerged.

Don't look at the time when Shen Lang usually has no breath at all. Even people with high skill can't see that Shen Lang is a warrior.

But once the killing of Shen Lang is released, few people can live under it.

"Return to the young master, the old slave does not know." Shen Wansan hardly scalp back.

"Qinger, come over."

Shen Lang said faintly.

"Is he playing you?"

Shen Qing hated Shen Wansan and nodded. "Young master, it is him. I was only reporting a few words for you. He started."

"call"

A killing is coming to the sky.

"Shen Lang, are you dare?"

When Shen Wansan felt this killing, his face changed dramatically and he was swaying inside and fighting against the fists that Shen Lang had attacked.

"Frost is everywhere, frost is over the sky."

Still not fighting with Shen Lang, Shen Wansan felt that his internal force was not running smoothly, as if the internal forces were frozen.

"Day Frost Boxing"

The wind is phaseless, the clouds are impermanent, and the frost is no trace.

For a moment, the air seemed to be frozen. Shen Wansan’s arm first began to frost, and then spread upward. If it develops according to this situation, Shen Wansan will soon become a frost person.

Shen Wansan’s internal strength is not weak. After all, he is a guardian of the Tibetan Classics. If the martial arts are not high, he will not be sent to watch the Tibetan Classics.

I saw Shen Wansan’s internal force running wildly, and screaming, the moment the frost on the body was instantly scattered by the earthquake, and then Shen Wansan no longer closes with Shen Lang, but takes a step back and takes a hand from a Shen disciple. The sword was attacked by Shen Lang.

"The breeze sword."

The breeze sword method is a yellow-level martial art, but its power is not great, but it is changeable and changeable.

Shen Lang disdain smiles.

"Weak, too weak, very weak."

Just when Shen Jiazi thought that there would be a dragon fighting, the sword in the hands of Shen Wansan was actually caught in the hands of Shen Lang two fingers.

"Like my next life, I can't touch people who are sinking."

An indifferent voice sounded.

Then I saw the palm of the palm of the hand lifted up, the air around the palm of my hand was twisted, and the sound of "Peng" hit the chest of Shen Wansan.

"Hey!"

Shen Wansan spurted out blood, and the blood contained a piece of internal organs.

"The third child."

A big drink, an old man of the age of Shen Wansan flew out in the Tibetan Classics.

This old man is the caretaker on the second floor of the Tibetan Classical Court. Originally he looked upstairs and thought that the battle between Shen Lang and Shen Wansan would take a while to distinguish the winners and losers.

But I didn't expect that the two men's fights ended in the blink of an eye, and they ended up with Shen Wansan's defeat.

To know that Shen Wansan is the martial artist of the day after tomorrow, it is only a step away from the peak, but this is the case, Shen Wansan did not go through a round in the hands of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang was indifferent and glanced at the ground. He had already had a lot of gas, and he had less air intake, and he slowly said: "Go."

After that, Shen Lang and others went to the Tibetan Classics. They still had no business, and the information of Changqingzi was more important than Shen Wansan’s life.

"You give me to die."

An angry drink, the old man holding Shen Wansan, suddenly flew up, facing the chest of Shen Lang is a palm, as if to return to the palm of Shen Wansan.

This old man has reached the peak of the day after tomorrow, and is still the leader of the day after tomorrow.

Shen Lang had long guessed that this old man would not be willing to give up. The three guarding the Tibetan Classics were three brothers. Shen Wansan was the third. The old man named Shen Wanji was the second child, and the old man Shen Wanyi was the guard of the top floor. It is also the only person in Shen’s family who is not an elder.

Shen Wanyi, Shen Lang has not seen it, but it is said that Shen Wanyi’s strength is stronger than that of Shen Wuming and others, only weaker than Shen’s ancestor Shen Kun’s strength, and the veritable Shen’s second strongest.

However, these things are not in the eyes of Shen Lang, Shen Jia even Shen Kun, Shen Lang did not care.

Now a small Shen family can no longer attract the attention of Shen Lang. Only the top forces of Zhenwu mainland or the strong people of Xianwu are the targets of Shen Lang.

Paiyun palm waved instantly, and Shen Wanji hard hit a palm.

"Boom"

A dull sizzle sounded between the two.

At the foot of Shen Lang, he moved gently, and the force of the counter-shock was unloaded by him.

After Shen Wanji fell on the ground, he stepped back three steps, and each step took a deep footprint on the bluestone ground.

Shen Wanji took a deep breath and said coldly: "Shen Lang, you killed the third brother, the big brother will definitely not let you go, I advise you to squat with your hands, look at the face of Shen Kun’s old master, perhaps There is a way to live."

Shen Lang seems to have heard the big jokes, laughing at the sky, and then his face is cold. "Shen Wanji, you are really arrogant. I will tell you today, a little Shen family, in my eyes. The fart is not counted."

"Whoever dares to mess with me today, I will kill anyone."

"Hey!"

"The quest for the spur line is opened, and the squad is Shen. The reward for the mission is completed: one hundred killing points, the mission failure: randomly recovering a martial art."

Listening to the tasks released by the system in the mind, Shen Lang laughed ~www.wuxiahere.com~ This is not in conflict with his goal, and there are killing points to take, so he is happy with the two things.

"Hey!"

Just as the words of Shen Lang’s domineering words fell, the children around Shen’s family took a breath of cold. Of course, the words of Shen Lang were arrogant and mad in their eyes.

Each one looked at the fool's gaze and looked at the sinking waves standing there with his hands on his back.

Shen Wanji was also shaken by the madness of Shen Lang, and then he laughed. "Shen Lang, Shen Lang, I thought you were a powerful figure. I didn't expect it to be a girl."

it is good! it is good! it is good! I remember this sentence, I have to look at what Shen Jia is in your eyes. ”

At this time, he is not in a hurry to avenge Shen Wansan. With the words of Shen Lang, even if he does not shoot, Shen Ren regrets and others will not give up.

"Oh! Unfortunately, you are destined to not see it."

A breeze blew, and Shen Lang suddenly appeared next to Shen Wanji, and took a shot.

Shen Wanji’s look suddenly changed. The speed of this Shenlang was so fast that it was too late to dodge.

Boom!

Shen Wanji was repulsed by Shen Lang and took a few steps, but before he could slow down, Shen Lang appeared in front of him.

At this time, Shen Jiazi's children all looked at the battle in the field with their eyes wide open. They saw that a white boy was like playing a ball. Every time he swung a palm, he would continue to retreat.

Boom!

The last palm fell, Shen Wanji finally swayed down on the ground, and a pair of sharp scorpions gradually lost their luster.

Everyone took a sip of cold air, and a chill rose from the soles of the feet, and could not help but tremble. A warrior of the peak of the day was so shocked by the swell of the waves.