"Dragons fight in the wild!" Night Twilight Han didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and summoned the Red Sky Monarch Fire into the Overlord Spear, the dragon carved roared, bursts of dragon roars overwhelming, and a majestic and huge Yanlong Phantom flew out of the Overlord Spear, occupying this space, and the dragon head roared at the old man.

"Cousin, be careful!" Wen Luoyu resisted the violent spiritual power and looked at the night twilight with concern.

"Huh! A dragon spirit, just when the old man brought the refining weapon! The old man didn't pay any attention to it, and took out a small golden tower from his palm and threw it into the air. The small tower skyrocketed in an instant, faintly on par with the dragon shadow.

"Zhentian!" The old man roared, and the tower spun and flew towards the top of Nightfall.

The dragon shadow roared, followed by a sharp claw, the two sides against each other, the spiritual power of the riot continued to destroy the surroundings, and the competition platform had been shattered by this powerful impact.

"Heh, the little girl still has some skills, but your life will definitely stay here today!" A drop of blood from the old man's finger spurted out and landed on the tower, and suddenly the golden light of the tower's body was victorious, and gradually the enemy was over the dragon's claw, and the dragon roared, but the dragon's claw was still retreating. The night twilight is not good, the spiritual power of the whole body continues to merge into the dragon, and the overlord gun also has cracks all over the body, and the king weapon is the king weapon after all. The Overlord Gun is a relic of his father, and he can't bear to damage it in the twilight of the night.

"Girl, come on!" From the heart of the sky, Li Ling recognized a small black broken tower. Night Twilight Han held it in his hand, and complained in his heart: What can this little broken tower do? As soon as the thought in his heart appeared, the black tower in his hand was hot, and the night twilight cold almost couldn't hold it, the stinging pain between his fingers gushed out in the blood, and the surface of the black tower was gradually covered with blood, and the night twilight cold complained more and more. But in the next second, the black tower skyrocketed wildly, and instantly grew to two the size of the golden tower. Without waiting for the night twilight cold to order the black tower, the black tower took the lead, and the huge body appeared on the golden tower, the golden tower couldn't help trembling, as the black tower descended little by little, the golden tower was gradually swallowed up, the dragon coiled on the black tower, the collision and compatibility of black and red, so that the old man was moved, and the greed in his eyes was revealed.

"Hahaha, top-of-the-line artifact! No! Emperor! It should be mine! You're going to pay it to me!" The old man grew more and more mad. The night twilight was full of disgust, and sure enough, it was not a family that did not enter the door.

"Defeat me!" The spear shook and looked at the old man indifferently.

"Give me death!" The old man threw a small bell into the night twilight. Night twilight hurriedly retreated, this old horseman, there are quite a lot of treasures!

"Vice Dean Huang! Stop it! A shout came from behind Nightfall. Night Dusk Han looked back and saw that it was Mentor Ruochuan, and there was a man in black clothes beside him. A red and blue long sword came at great speed, blocking in front of Night Dusk Han, and Xiao Zhong was trapped.

"Bai Ruochuan? You can't stop me when you're coming! The old man laughed wildly, his eyes hollow, and he had gone mad. A palm slapped on the heart, and a blood sprayed on the little bell.

"Not good! It was the Spirit Treasure Grade Spirit Weapon God Emperor Bell of the Refining Academy! Hide in the twilight! Bai Ruochuan didn't expect that Huang Yan would steal the spirit treasure of the Refining Academy for his own use.

"Damn it!" Night Twilight Han cursed secretly, and the figure retreated, but the Divine Emperor Bell was still shrouded overhead. As the Divine Emperor Bell fell, there was only the faint call of Bai Ruochuan, Wen Luoyu and Qin Shaoyu in the ears of Night Dusk! The Divine Emperor Bell buzzed, and the blood of his facial features spurted out in an instant at night, and his brain was buzzing, and his body seemed to be floating and sinking in the vast sea. When the night was cold and confused, he murmured: "Yuqing! ”

"Buzz!" The Divine Emperor Zhong roared sadly, and the Lingbao-level spiritual weapon fell apart inch by inch in the hands of the man in Xuanyi brought by Bai Ruochuan. The man in the dark clothes carefully held the night twilight cold in his arms, carefully stroked the face that he thought about day and night, looking at the pale and fragile night twilight cold, the man almost collapsed, almost, almost.