Situ Liuyun’s eyes also showed a smile, and he could see that the strength of Situ’s husband was more sturdy than he imagined. Under such an offensive, he was afraid that his opponent could not hold on for a long time.

On the countertop of Su Yi’s match, the last young man’s mouth was **** and his body was wolf.

Picking up the fallen sword and supporting the body on the ground, the young man looked at Su Yi, and his eyes gazed with a faint color.

He didn't want to go to the counter, but he didn't dare to shoot again, and he couldn't afford to shoot.

\"嗖...\"

In the confrontation stage, a figure emerged from the air, and a short pause in the low-altitude, and then flew in front of Su Yi.

This is a young man in his twenties. The black tight-fitting suit is decorated with a sturdy shape, a gray cloak, a three-dimensional face, and a cold look.

Looking at the young people in front of him, Su Yi’s eyes were slightly picked, and a smile of laughter was set in the corner of his mouth. This young man is not someone else, it is the sword eleven.

\"I said, I hope that at the Wanjian Conference, I will have the opportunity to really let go of the war. I am very glad that you have come to this step, so that I will not regret it!"

Looking at Su Yi, there is a flash of light in the eleven eyes of the sword, and the faint voice is heard from the mouth, it is still so cold.

\"You should go to other matchups, maybe you can enter the next round, here, fear there is no hope!\"

Looking at the sword eleven in front of him, Su Yi did not have much politeness. This sword eleven has just not been on the counter, and he is looking for himself.

And for the strength of the sword eleven, Su Yi also has a number of hearts, although the last sword defeated, but other seems to have another card.

At this moment, he noticed the breath of the sword eleven, and Su Yi estimated that in the battlefield of Wanjian, this guy also had a chance to grow.

\"Last time, I did not do my best!\"k cool|smith N net permanent &h free / fee Q look small `, said

The sword eleven eyes looked at Su Yi. When the voice was spoken, the palm of the hand shook, and then a three-foot sword appeared in the hand. It was still a dazzling black sword, filled with ancient runes, and a faint ray of light spread out. Coercion.

\"嗡嗡!\"

The body of the sword is slightly trembled. The body of the sword eleven is a micro-microwave in the body. The sword of the time is a thunder. If it is alive, a mighty pressure will spread and spread, and the emptiness will make the surrounding voids tremble!

\"If this is the case, then a battle, the last defeat to you, this time will still defeat you!\"

Su Yi’s look has not changed much. The last time he did not use his full strength.

This time in the battlefield of Wanjian, Jianyi has the opportunity and growth, and he also has a good fortune.

\"Sword eleven and Su Yi, it seems that the last time has passed!"

With the confrontation between Sword Eleven and Su Yi, the gaze of the audience was suddenly attracted.

The elders on the high platform guarded the law and their eyes were attracted at this time.

Obviously, the few disciples who are just compared with the sword eleven are still far from enough.

\"This time, I will not give you another chance, pull out your sword!"

The sword eleven eyes looked at Su Yi, the sword in his hand began to fill the black light, and the ancient runes above the sword body flowed through a mysterious mysterious, exuding sword light to cut through the air, so that the surrounding gas fluctuated.

The last time he lost in the hands of Su Yi, it is already the knot of the sword eleven.

If this is a mystery, I am afraid that it will become a heart disease.

Feeling the breath of the sword eleven at the moment, Su Yi's gaze also moved slightly, then smiled lightly: "The last time you lost under my sword, this time you don't need a sword!"

The voice fell, Su Yi backhand behind a pumping, a large knife out of the sheath, suddenly appeared in the hands.

The broadsword is not ordinary, but the sword that is in the hands of the sword eleven is obviously not a level.

It was only when Su Yi pulled out the knife and pulled out a lot of eyes.

\"This is the Shenjian Gate, Su Yi pulled the knife to face the sword eleven, is this defying the sword eleven?\"

\"Shenjianmen, with the sword as the respect, Su Yi has the knife, is this the sword that looks down on the sword?\"

Some people whispered, this is the Excalibur door, facing the sword eleven, Su Yi but pulled out the sword.

This is to despise the sword eleven, or to look down on the sword of the Excalibur.

\"it is good.\"

Sword eleven eyes lightly stunned, this is his disdain, when the voice slowly fell, the face of the scorpion deep, a touch of black light flashing in the eyelids, the body's breath completely changed, a fierce and heavy momentum filled .

One person and one sword stand there, if you can't shake it!

\"Sword eleven brothers this time is the best effort!"

\"Sword eleven brothers lost inadvertently last time, it was an accident, this time will not let that Su Yi take advantage of it!"

\"Sword eleven brothers come on, beat the arrogant guy!\"

In the full discussion, a voice shouted loudly.

After all, among the pro-disciples and inner-door disciples in the audience, few people do not hate Su Yi.

They have been unable to take revenge, and at this moment they can only hope to be on the sword eleven.

\"Su Yi that kid is arrogant, but after all, the ninth-ranked Zhang Wei brother also lost, although it was defeated by Su Yi and Situ Muyang, but Su Yi is indeed very strong, who wins who is not aware. \"

Some disciples whispered, but did not dare to cause public anger, and the voice was very low.

The elders of the law-protection on the high platform, and even the eyes of the head of the sect, are now on the body of Su Yi and Jian Yi, and they are all interested.

The sword in his hand sings, and the sword eleven eyes stare at Su Yi tightly. A sly warfare infiltrates from the deep eyelids, covering the eyes and black light.

He is the sword eleven, the last defeat, has become a knot, if this time can not beat the young boy in front of him, this will become an obstacle in his life practice, will become a heart disease.

This battle, he wants to win, to solve the happy knot!

\"war!\"

The next moment, a burst of drinking from the mouth of the sword eleven, the sword in the hands of the sword violently, the foot of the plundering of the feet, the soles of the feet suddenly aground, the figure stood up, the swordsman flashed.

At the same time, from the sword eleventh body, a five-dimensional spiritual environment, even close to the Yuan Lingjing five middle and late period of the repair of the breath completely released, slammed into the air.

\"Not bad!\"

Feeling the breath of the sword eleven, many elders on the high platform also secretly admire.

Such a disciple is talented and has a promising future!

\"咻咻...\"

As the sword eleven figure burst out, the figure is almost like a vague shadow. From the low-altitude, the sword in the hand vibrates at the same time.

In an instant, the swords of the roads turned into a fascinating light and shadow, and the fierce air slashed the air, letting the air sway like a ripple in the water, and made a sound of \'咻咻'.

At that time, the swords of the road broke out and swooped down, and instantly swept over Su Yi’s head, which was extremely fierce.