In Phoenix's heart, why is there not a struggle?

However, Ling Tian's hatred must be washed away by Ling Tian himself. Once the two major forces of Dragon Palace and Immortal Valley take action together, the four cornerstone families will definitely put a high hat on Ling Tian.

When the time comes, once a war starts?

How does Ling Tian choose? Should he destroy the elites of the Dragon Kingdom with his own hands? Or watch the elites of the Dragon Palace be destroyed by the Dragon Kingdom!

The dilemma of loyalty and filial piety!

Only a piece of sincerity illuminates the moon!

Night Owl never understood the reason. He just watched Ling Tian fight hard, but he couldn't do anything. He was suffering in his heart, which was comparable to death.

In Phoenix's words, Ling Tian glanced at Phoenix, saying that in the whole world, he is the one who understands Ling Tian best.

It has to be Phoenix!

Their eyes met, and for just a moment, Phoenix turned around and hummed: "Here comes the drum!"

The words fall.

A bronze drum was carried in front of Phoenix by four big men.

The war drum is as huge as a table.

The body of the drum is made of pure copper, and there are two golden dragons embossed on the edge of the drum, making it even more domineering.

The bronze drum comes out!

All the strong warriors in the Ling family, including the War Emperor, immediately widened their eyes at this moment: "Dragon Soul War Drum."

Dragon Soul War Drum!

Exclusive to Dragon Palace.

The war drums once sounded.

Tens of thousands of people were wiped out overnight.

The legend of the war drum will forever be engraved in the hearts of the world.

Goodbye war drums now.

Who can not be afraid?

This is simply a nightmare-like existence.

Phoenix's fingers swept over the war drum, and then he saw Phoenix pull out the bronze hammer on the side of the drum. The two bronze hammers were in his hands instantly, and Phoenix's expression became even more solemn: "Palace Master, you have been abroad for six years, and you have protected me, Dragon Palace dear."

Wei six years."

"Now, you are trapped in the imperial capital."

"But we can't do anything. I will beat the drum for you tonight. I hope you can show your skills and fight to become a god!"

The words fall.

Drumstick down!

Boom!

One hammer fell.

There was a dull sound and it exploded instantly.

The sound of the drum was dull, like a death knell.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Immediately, the sound of war drums fell on everyone's ears like raindrops.

The drum beats down.

Everyone was shocked.

The funeral drums sounded and the crowd cheered. Facing such a battle, the bodyguards of the Ling family began to tremble and even slowly retreated. The eyes of everyone looking at Ling Tian were full of respect.

The power of the palace master.

Well-deserved reputation!

Looking around the world, who dares to move?

Ling Yu shouted angrily: "What are you all doing? Come on."

Ling Yu's words.

But no one can move at the scene!

Ling Yu's eyes became more gloomy: "What are you doing so stupidly?"

pity.

Facing the funeral drum, no one dared to move, even the other five guards looked at each other in shock.

be terrified!

Cover the heart.

The drums sound.

Ling Tian held the dragon halberd tightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Yu: "Ling Yu, put away your cowardice, don't forget, you are the genius of the Ling family, the grandson of the Ling family, and the strong warrior emperor."

"Show your strength and fight me grandly."

"To die, you must have the backbone of death!"

Halberd finger.

The fighting spirit is even crazier!

Ling Yu's eyelids trembled, and he smiled crazily: "Okay, I will help you tonight!"

The words fall.

Ling Yu grabbed it with his big hand and instantly had a sword in his hand.

The handle of the knife is four feet!

The blade is three feet long!

The Seven-foot Crescent Moon Sword suddenly appeared with cold light, and the Crescent Moon Sword came out. Ling Tian's pupils trembled: "Seven-foot Qingfeng Blade!!!"
Chapter completed!