Looking at the black robe boy, Xu Jiahui and so on can only pray for the boy.

Although the young man showed his horrible strength when he appeared on the scene, Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing and other understanding of Su Yi, not to mention the strength of Su Yi will be more terrible, after all, the sword eleven is defeated.

Su Yi’s decision is naturally absolute confidence, otherwise it will not be like this.

As far as the black robe and Su Yi are concerned, Xu Jiahui and Zhang Qing and others naturally choose to believe in Su Yi.

"You must let go first, lest I say that I bully you!"

"boom!"

When the voice of the black robe fell, and suddenly fell on one foot, a dark black soil attribute pours out from the sole of the foot. If the shock wave is formed, the half of the tree under the sole of the foot suddenly collapses, and the section is turned into powder sawdust. Until it is one foot above the ground.

The black soil of the whole body is fluctuating, and the black robe is like a black smog. The whole person has a kind of pressure. On the handsome face, the clear eyes begin to permeate, and if they can.

"as you wish!"

"Oh..."

His eyes flashed a little bit of red light. When such a voice fell from the mouth of Su Yi, the foot was full of energy, and the figure was like a lightning bolt. It instantly appeared in front of the black robe boy, and a palm shot.

"boom!"

A fire attribute is surging, and before the Suyi palm print, if it is to spread the open flame, the hot atmosphere makes the surrounding air seem to be burning, causing skin burning and sweating!

"Hey, Yuan Lingjing!"

This speed and momentum, the black robe juvenile originally did not care about the look of the moment also suddenly revealed a strange color in his eyes.

This outside disciple is actually an obvious level of Yuan Ling, which has to make him surprised. It is no wonder that this guy in front of him is a bit arrogant.

But it is just a strange, black robes youngsters gaze at the sinking, revealing a faint smile, he is using the soil properties, the other side also casts fire attributes, which obviously will suffer a lot.

"boom!"

For a moment, the black robe juvenile soil property is exposed to form a hood, the whole body is shrouded, the right arm is directly shaken, and a dark black radiant palm meets!

Taking advantage of the movements of the black robe, the two palms collided with each other, and Su Yi’s mouth immediately picked up a faint smile, whispering, "explosion!\"\"嘭!\"The two palms collided, at There was energy blasting between the two palms, but in a sudden there was a muffled explosion.

This second muffled sound was spread from Su Yi's palm. Before the palm of his hand, it was like a huge hot airflow containing compression, and then expanded, like a bomb-like explosion.

\"Banglong...\" The explosion is like a thunder, and a breath like a small volcano erupts, and the airflow is like a small tornado storm.

\"蹬蹬...\" Everything is completely beyond the expectations of the black robe boy. The body suddenly recedes in a straight line. One foot of the pile under the sole of the foot turns into a powder, the sole of the foot passes backwards, the ground splits, and the number Steps stabilize the figure.

"who are you?"

When the figure was steady, the black robe teenager was lifted, and his eyes fixed on Su Yi's body, no more care.

There was some numbness in the palm of the collision. The black robes were most clear at the moment. The other party’s martial arts with fire attributes also made him not take any advantage. He also suffered a lot. So a guy, how is the sword? The disciples of the door are absolutely not normal.

"You tell me first, what is your name!" Su Yi asked the black robe boy.

"My name is……"

Situ Muyang opened, but then it seemed to be remembered what suddenly changed the voice, saying: "Win me, I will tell you!"

"The same, if you win me, you will naturally know!"

Su Yi laughed, just the red Yan palm is only a little temptation, this black robe is not a small boy, but fortunately, at the level of cultivation, it should only be around the Yuan Lingjing.

"You are qualified to be my follower!"

Wen Yan, Situ Muyang secretly took a deep breath and stabilized his mind. This kind of state of mind has already excelled among his peers.

"You are also stronger than I expected. I am afraid that it is not a disciple of the Excalibur and an inner disciple!" Su Yi looked at Situ Muyang and slammed it in the side.

"Win me, I will tell you!"

Situ Muyang’s eyes sank, and this moment, the duality of the body’s spiritual environment was unreserved.

The black hair is flying, the black robe is not old, the face is still young and tender, but the momentum of the body is swallowing the mountains and rivers, with a kind of ambition!

"Yuan Ling Jing, so strong!"

Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, etc. all cultivated as a skyrocketing. At this moment, they were able to feel the terrible and powerful atmosphere of Situ Muyang’s body, which was deeply shocked.

Such a young man, young, but has already reached the Yuan Lingjing, how can not let Xu Jiahui and other shocks.

However, after seeing too many stories of Su Yi, at this moment, the shock of the black robes brought to Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, etc., is much smaller.

"The practice of cultivation is very strong!"

Feeling the unprovoked momentum in the black robe teenager, Su Yi is clear, and this has an inseparable relationship with the practice of cultivation.

This black robe juvenile identity must not be simple, this practice is absolutely at least to the level of the emperor.

"Now, see how strong you are!"

Situ Muyang has a deep path, and he has a deep black light.

The boy in front of him is not much bigger than him, but he has suffered a loss, which has aroused the war in his heart!

Handprints condensed, Situ Muyang stared at Su Yi, his feet slammed, his figure jumped out, his offensive was strong, and his fist swooped down and thundered.

This moment's shot, Situ Muyang does not seem to use any martial arts, purely fighting skills, self-defeating, simple but effective.

At this point, Situ Muyang had unreserved Yuan Lingjing's double repair as a support, a punch to shake the void, the air compression twisted and creaked.

In front of the black robe, the young man's shot was strong and strong, and the breath was strong. Xu Jiahui and Zhang Qing were also slightly condensed and stared at the field.

Su Yi did not speak, a special kind of warfare quietly rushed on, and the two scorpions became stunned. A stock of breath suddenly rose and skyrocketed, and did not retreat, and swayed, hitting a fist directly, suddenly dark. The color is shining and there is a light eruption.

"Hey!"

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The two fists collided and the energy swelled.

"Hey!"

Under the terrible power shock, Situ Muyang directly shook back at low altitude, and his body hanged in the air. He then retreated a few steps backwards.

"Soil property!"

Situ Muyang's eyes are dull, and the other side actually has soil properties. In such a short period of time, he can still condense martial arts to fight back. This is the degree of strength and the degree of reaction and precision of the shots.