For Su Sang songs that are like swords, Su Yi is always thinking about the cultivation of swords, and he is naturally very happy.

“Can you let me go in and see?” Su sings and sings lightly.

On time, Gu Yue waved his hand and said to the general of Montenegro: "Su Yi's master is coming, let him in?"

The swallowing of the horror of the beasts is a nine-fold rehearsal. In the 驭天宫, there are people who are walking sideways. Even the ancient princes have to give face.

Sitting on the ground, the net slowly opened the thunderclouds and stunned. "The master of the master? That is the master!"

Gently nodded toward the Su mad song, swallowing the horror of the beast, the Thunder's general shock wave instantly wrapped the Soviet mad song, the space 涟漪 quickly moved, the handsome figure quickly disappeared in the peak before the earthquake.

When the eyes of the Su mad song left, the ancient Yue Palace squinted with a smirk in his eyes, and smiled in his eyes. He said softly: "When the teachers and the teachers meet, Su Yi’s sword should be able to go further?"

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two flying lights in the far space came to the main event of the ancient Yue Palace. Gu Yue turned around and turned out to be a disciple who lurked in the mountains near the Temple of Heaven.

"How come you are back?" Gu Yue secluded.

One of the disciples whispered a few words at the ear of Gu Yue. In an instant, the old Yue Palace’s master’s eyebrows poured a hint of dignity. The wrinkled palm gently stroked the beard and whispered: “I know, you retire. Let's try to delay some time!"

"But it seems that the person in the Zongmen is very high in identity. Listening to them and Su Zong is also very familiar! Is it really difficult?" Another disciple's ear was surprisingly big, and asked respectfully.

There is a long sleeve in the ancient Yue, the eyes are full of fine and elegant, cold: "Procrastination!"

"Yes!" The two disciples took the lead and once again turned into a phantom of style, breaking into the mountains and rivers.

Behind him, the sound of breaking away was getting weaker and weaker. Gu Yue went up to the high court where the elders of the princes gathered. He whispered: "Wan Jian Dao League will always play the wishful thinking. At this time, I will come to my palace, I am afraid. It's not a good thing! It's good to find a broken mountain and no end!"

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The demon forest.

The powerful pressure is still difficult to disperse the pieces of woods. The horrible swordsmanship is accompanied by the infinite swords and waves, and a series of fierce noises are erupting!

When the sound surged like a wave, a new round of nine hundred disciples on the shore of the ruins looked at the mysterious energy of the sky, filled with wonder and scream!

It’s hard to get into the ruins of the Tianfeng. The things that the nine hundred disciples have to do every day are cultivation and shock!

"What kind of exercises did Su Zongzhu practice? I have heard that it has been more than ten days!"

"The more powerful repairs can't stand the tossing every day! Hey! Su Zongzhu is really desperate!"

"The most terrible thing is that people who are more talented than you are working harder than you!"

Looking at the ocean and sighing, watching the distant movements and quiet, the nine hundred disciples sighed and looked at the sea, sat down and prepared to start practicing!

"Boom!"

At this moment, a huge sword light clearly appeared in the eyes of all people, surrounded by fierce light, and the people present were on time!

Among the Jianguang, Su mad songs are behind his hands, and the faint arc in his eyes overflows. Among the eyes, the brilliance of the scorpion is like a cold sword in the heart. It makes people look at it, and it is enough to shake the heart!

The whole audience, stunned, looked at Jianguang, who had gone through the air, for a long time.

“Do you see it clearly?” asked one disciple.

On time, all the talents present reacted and watched the Zhoukong. The remaining Jianguang power disappeared, and the endless glory of the world was stunned!

"This is the style of the absolute strong! Let's hurry up and practice!" A disciple shouted, everyone calmed down again, sat down, and the handprints began to condense.

In the wild demon forest, at this time, Su Yi Khan is like a rain, his face is pale, and his sword is placed on the ground, and his footsteps follow the illusion.

"Oh, ah, what kind of martial arts do I have to learn from Su Yi? It’s just a matter of being overwhelmed by the wind and the sword!" Su Yi said, staring at the ground for a long time.

In the body, the voice of Chi Feihong also came: "Not so fast, although Tianfeng Jianyi said that the product is in the middle, but I see that this is simply a sword trick that does not belong to the Tian Man Continent. If it is really practiced, there is no three. I think that there will be a small success in five years!"

"Three years and five years? How could it take so long!" Su Yi also knows that Chi Feihong said that it makes sense, but at the moment he simply does not allow himself to slowly cultivate!

It’s fast enough to improve, and if you want to defeat Long Yu, you can only find another way. Shangguan Tianchen is now in the hands of the Dragon family. You really don’t have time!

"Be careful!"

When Su Yi was arguing with Chi Feihong, the air on the pretty demon forest was so loud that the swordsmanship swept the sky and the white mans.

A sword light spurt, wrapped in the energy of the heavens and the earth, just like the opening of the sky, suddenly came in the direction of Su Yi!

On time, Su Yi quickly looked up, and the eyes were surging. Only one of the white mans was slender and handsome, but his face was hard to detect.

"Good! There is no opponent!"

Su Yi's eyes are floating, the corner of his mouth is hooked, the blood demon kills the sword and waves, and the singularity of the singularity of the squad is spurred by the spurs of the sacred sacred, and the blood of the blood is spreading out, directly colliding with the sword of the splitting hollow!

"Bottle! Kill God Jianwei!" Su Yi violently screamed!

With the swinging feedback of the Gorefiend Sword, a sword rushes away, and the red and white lights instantly smash in the air!

"Boom!"

The two rushed into the sky above the wild demon forest, and they quickly dissipated.

The world is shaking, and countless spaces are quickly dissipating!

Under the sound of the sound, Su Yi's whole person retire backwards. The distance of the kilometer makes Su Yi's eyes surging with a faint color, and the chest is filled with a sweet color!

"Yuan Zongjing can have such a fierce attacking power, very good!" Standing in the sky above the wild demon forest, Su sings the mouth of the mouth, the handsome face is hung with great satisfaction!

Recognized as a look, Su Yi Deng was overjoyed, jumped on the tip of the sword, and looked at the Soviet mad song, and said: "Master!"

Su crazy song nodded, looked at Su Yi, from top to bottom.

Today's Su Yi has changed from a reborn, but for a few months, it has completely shocked the Su mad song.

On the other side, Su Yi looked at the suicidal song of Su Yan, not only Fengshen Junxiu, but also directly rushed to the Yuan Dynasty.

This fierce soaring, amazing!

After all, the two slowly landed, excited and embraced, Su sings heavily slap Su Yi's shoulder, mouth twitching.