Situ Liuyun’s eyes became extremely ugly, and the Emperor’s Eighth Rehabilitation broke out.

The wide palm is in front of Bailu Mountain, indicating that he should not speak, the blinking eyes are slightly turbulent, falling on the face of Su Yi

"Su Yi, I know that Shen Jianmen owes you a debt. Can you look at the face of Muyang and Su Elder today and temporarily let go of the Excalibur Gate! Let Yun Lingfeng participate in the test?"

"Muyang!" Su Yi heart whispered, Situ Muyang has always hoped that Su Yi and Shen Jianmen return to good.

Injure the Shangguan Liuyun, and the evil swordsmanship, the animal husbandry will definitely be heartbroken.

His eyes stared at Yun Lingfeng, and the hands of Su Yi holding the hilt were pale, and the bones burst into the eardrum, and the ultimate killing was swept.

The soul energy was suddenly released, Su Yi's eyelids suddenly lifted up, and I found that a thin figure on the high platform was watching myself.

In an instant, Su Yi couldn't help but move and almost blurted out.

The eyelids gradually became wet, and the blood-stained pupils tried to squat, not letting the tears fall, and the heart sighed slightly.

"The elders of Su should also want the Shenjian Gate to be famous in the Tian Man Continent!"

Undoubtedly, Shenjianmen pressed all the treasures to Yun Lingfeng this time.

"call!"

The breath gradually converges, Su Yi takes a deep breath, his eyes are low and said: "Situ Liuyun, keep your Yunling wind, if you die in the Nether City, don't blame everyone!"

Immediately, Su Yi's right hand was slightly used, and a gas in his chest rose to close the epee.

His eyes glanced at the elders of the high-ranking Sue, and he went to the statue of Junyitian to Nanling Bing, leaving only the sacred swordsmen behind him.

"This kid is even more terrible than that year!" Situ Liuyun smiled and shook his head, trying to calm down the impact of Su Yi's just attack.

After looking at the cloud Ling Feng behind him, his eyes were dull and there was no feeling. Then he turned into a shadow and rushed to the high platform.

Without the pressure of Su Yi, Yun Ling Feng is like a deflated ball, with a slight pale feeling, and his eyes are full of incredible feelings.

"Wind, how are you?" Bai Yushan trembled with his hands, his eyes staring at Su Yi.

"Impossible, he can't be only the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty! It's impossible!" Yun Lingfeng muttered to himself, his eyes lost.

The onlookers of the palace and other people were all covered with shocking colors. Muyao was evenly moving his eyes and whispered: "He seems to be much stronger than last time! It is really enchanting!"

"Oh, after all, it’s better than nothing!" A surprise spread spread over the eyes of Liu Yunchuan, a little sigh.

The four spirits hail, just in the four directions of the arena, are very far apart, but the movement has still attracted the attention of many people, including the people of the Holy Mountain.

"Is that epee that is the weapon of the kid? It seems that the Emperor is not only the Emperor of the Emperor!" The sorrowful and sullen face, the palm of his hand kept rubbing his chin, and thought a little.

Snow Red House is also a heavy face, watching the back of Su Yi and Hao Tiangong, the fists are slightly clenched.

"He is so strong now!" Liu Ruoxi is even more shocked, and shocked and shocked in the moon, a pair of autumn eyes locked in Su Yi's body.

At this time, many top forces and first-class forces have come to the scene, returning to the Situ Liuyun on the high platform, the mouth slightly twitching, whispering at the Su crazy song.

"Elder Su, your apprentice, grows faster than we think!"

The dry laughter was uploaded from Situ Liuyun, and the Su singer song was even more stunned by the strength of Su Yi’s free display. The corner of the mouth flashed a faint smile.

Su’s mad songs clasped the handles of the seat tightly, and nodded, but did not say a word.

On the other side of the high platform, several old men dressed in the demon door are also whispering.

"Is that Su Yi?" One of them was slightly stunned, and his hair was slightly sparse.

Su Yi, who is returning to the phone, is familiar with it. It is the elders of the demon squad, and the skeletal sound of the whole body emits a series of crisp sounds.

"This kid turned out to be the one who took our slam dunk treasure chest. For the treasure chest, Han Ge and the two strong men sent to Zhongzhou have disappeared!"

"Hey! This time, the cold can play! East elders, you have to mourn!"

Chidong screamed with anger, watching Su Yi, his heart was full of anger filled, Shen Sheng: "This kid is still not very close to the Duanmu Gong, the door came, the order is passed, Have a good time to entertain this Su Yi and grab the mysterious treasure chest!"

"That is nature. He brought it to us personally. He sent him to the West in the first game!"

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes were faint, and his mouth slowly rose up to a sinister smile, and he went outside the corner.

"Su Yi! I want you not to die!" Chidong's dry and old body shook slightly.

Suddenly, he turned his eyes to the position of Su’s mad song and found that Su’s mad song was staring at himself, and Chidong could not help but feel a glimpse.

Su sings and sullen eyes, it seems that the heart is not flat, the short body at this time inexplicably exudes a very vast sword energy, the pressure of the sky is like a sharp blade can penetrate at any time.

"What happened to this old boy? Did you get him?"

Chidong simply whispered a word, with a big hand, no longer looking at Su Yi, looking at the four spirits of the North and the West.

At this moment, the northern hail suddenly shines brightly, and the energy that rotates continuously rises spirally, and the sound of a humming sound above the void is loud and loud.

Then a series of textual light characters appeared in the chest of the Northern Spirit. In a series of names, the name of the Bahai three links suddenly ranked first.

"Bahai three links, the eight emperors of the Yuan Dynasty, twenty-five years old! The value of force is ninety-two!"

"Hey!"

Everyone forgot the small storm that just appeared, calmed his mind and quickly focused his attention on the position of the Hehai three links.

"Sure enough, the upstream forces are still amazing! The twenty-five-year-old Eight Emperor!"

"In the future, Tianlong Zong will have a meta-domain character again!"

"This tyrant sea is not allowed!"

At this time, the grandstands of the main gates and the elders of Zongmen were already standing above the stands.

At the location where Tianlongzong was located, a British man wearing a robes and a robes, his eyes were burning, and he was extremely satisfied with the reaction of the Bahai three-way shocked audience.

Some of the adjacent sects have expressed their congratulations, and they have made the Tianlongmen door more emotional.

The Bahai three-wayer took a long breath and nodded slightly. He turned his head to look at the position where Yu Changfeng and Shangguan Shenzhuo were located, and his eyes showed a slight banter.

"Hey! How can I lose to him!" 尉 长 long wind whispered a low voice, then quickly walked to Xiling ice.