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Chapter 337 Doomed(2/2)

The end is really pitiful.

The deserted was involved in Ye Zihan again, thinking of Ye Zihan's legendary experience, I couldn't help feeling a bit bitter.

"This person and others can't compare it." There was such a emotion in the deserted heart that the war in the eyes was still strong. Of course, the goal was Ye Zihan.

"Hahaha, now it's time to hit the water dog, brothers, go." Shen Xuanji immediately rushed over. They saw that they were not interested in, and Ye Zihan was busy dealing with the Demon Dragons and the Demon Dragons.

Those people, he put his goals on the people of Yan Wang and Meizu, and began a big killing ring. Meizu people were handsome and soft, but they only knew that this was an enemy.

Then, then

"Ka!"

"Tear!"

One person was killed one after another. This was almost a slaughter that had no suspense. White eyebrows looked at Shen Xuanji angrily. He was worn by a sword hole of Shenxuanji.

Speaking from his mouth, the thorough soul is scattered.

"Rao Ming, I will never do it right with you in the future.

The people were killed, and they couldn't help but feel extremely frightened, and shouted in a panic.

"Now begging for mercy, it's too late." Shen Xuanji saw that he had no response and Ye Zihan, and continued to kill directly. Ye Zihan was a little moved at the beginning, but soon he thought of Mo You's mother Youyou

Lan, he was persecuted by Hu Ji. He considers his brother's feelings and gave up decisively, and to be honest, the wall grass, Ye Zihan, did not really like it.

Maybe it is relying on the Magic Temple again.

"Kill!" Shen Xuan's body was bloody, these are the blood of the enemy. In a blink of an eye, the people between the kings were almost killed. Although some people asked for mercy, at this time, Ye Zihan showed his cold side.

For the enemy, he will never be soft -handed. Whether it is a woman or the old and disabled, any compassion may cause huge mistakes. Ye Zihan has many experience from the sacred magic memory.

Eight years old, but his real psychology is very mature.

"Ah!" The screaming of the Cailore was getting lower and lower. The breath of the whole person was extremely weak. His scales were pulled out, blood kept flowing out, and he was accepted by the soul.

"Haha, boss, but we haven't eaten barbecue dragon meat. Otherwise, how can we try it today?" Yan Chen looked at the glittering of the Canlary, and said to Ye Zihan with a smile.
Chapter completed!
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