"Hurry up, I am really in a hurry."

Looking at Cheng Qingfeng, the dusty face is calm and the look is sincere. He is really in a hurry.

But for Cheng Qingfeng, this is the shame of the red luoluo.

This time the Shengwu Conference, he is to prove that he is no worse than the disciples of those big gates.

He wants to prove himself, just like the two days of the rumors of the tyrannical tyrants!

And he also has to prove himself with ten consecutive victories, and become famous in World War I!

"as you wish!"

Cheng Qingfeng has always been advancing and retreating, and his mood is stable. But at this moment, he is really angry. He has a long gun in his hand and bursts of golden light. The figure is embarking, and the speed is extremely fast. Like a wind and power, he shoots a dust.

"Oh..."

The speed is too fast, and the sharp metallic light bursts directly into the chest of the dusty dust, which makes many people look very surprised.

The tip of the gun pierced through the void, and the shadow of the dust was directly broken, but there was no scene of seeing blood, but the sound of dust was coming out: "The first move!"

The sound fell, and the dust figure appeared on the side of Cheng Qingfeng, and the look was still calm.

Cheng Qingfeng's face changed darkly, his eyes plucked, and suddenly there was a slight condensate of color. The golden pistol in his hand immediately shook and twirled. If the snake snaked his tail, he would return to the carbine and burst into the golden light. .

"How do you think?"

West ruthlessly asked Su Yi, whispering, looking at the virtual dust on the platform, seems to be extremely interested.

"Fast speed, good mysterious identity, unfathomable."

Su Yi opened his eyes and his eyes remained on the dust.

The mysterious identity and speed make Su Yi's soul force feel, fearing that it is compared with his own swaying steps, and there is nothing beyond it.

"The body has never been seen before, and the breath is very strange."

The ruthlessness of the West is also slightly moving. The body is very mysterious and changeable. Even he has never seen it before. The smell of this dusty body is also very mysterious, even he can't see it.

"It's mysterious!"

Su Yi also had dark eyes, and the smell of the dusty body was clearly converging, so that he could not feel it.

"Then, who can you win?"

West ruthless seems to be very interested, asked Su Yi.

"Cheng Qingfeng is not bad, but has been provoked and affected. I am afraid that it will be defeated. It is difficult to win the seventh game."

Su Yi said that Cheng Qingfeng was a superb, and among the younger generation, it was extremely extraordinary.

But the dust at this moment obviously looks more unfathomable. No matter how strong Cheng Qingfeng’s shot is, he has always been calm and calm, calm and calm, and the wind is light and windy. It is estimated that Cheng Qingfeng also stopped six consecutive victories.

"The sixth move has passed!"

In the ruthless speech of Su Yi and Xi, on the stage of the contest, Cheng Qingfeng’s sixth move has also been emptied, and his face is completely dignified.

On the stage of the contest, it was boiling.

At this moment, the six strokes of Cheng Qingfeng were also emptied, and the surrounding areas became unpressed and quiet.

There are countless onlookers around, and both eyes are firmly on the platform, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

"The six strokes have passed, you should use the cards, otherwise you will be defeated!"

The virtual dust looked at Cheng Qingfeng, the white robe was slightly moved, and the complexion was still light and windy.

Cheng Qingfeng has already looked completely condensed. At this time, he has already made it clear that the other party is too strong. He has not even touched each other in the six strokes. This strength is unfathomable.

Now his only chance is to use the cards!

"boom!"

The breath is surging, the golden light, the atmosphere of Cheng Qingfeng's body is completely released, and the atmosphere of the Yuan Lingjing is unreserved.

"Hey!"

There is a sound of dragon whistling in the faint, and the atmosphere is breathless.

At this moment, Cheng Qingfeng shot, bursting out of the blazing golden light, like a golden flame burning, swept across the martial arts square, the figure directly plucked out, the hand gun straight, the body and the long gun like a combination, in the golden light If it is a golden dragon shadow, it will go straight to Cheng Qingfeng.

"It's so strong!"

Some people in the Quartet are amazed. This is the strongest strength of Cheng Qingfeng, and it is so strong.

"The Golden Dragon cracked the air and it was originally from the Lushan Guns!"

Taking advantage of Cheng Qingfeng’s shot at the moment, West whispered softly and directly saw the origin of Cheng Qingfeng.

"The gun door, it seems that I have not heard it."

Su Yi said, but his eyes are tightly on the stage. At this moment, Cheng Qingfeng’s card is indeed good. I don’t know how the dust will cope.

"The gun door, a small hill door, the third-rate forces, Lushan is also in a remote location, you have not heard of it is normal." West ruthlessly said to Su Yi.

It’s a long story, but it’s extremely fast on the stage.

The golden light gun plucked, and there was no light to watch. The virtual dust never evaded. With one hand and one lift, the white radiance burst into the sky, and a terrible storm like a tornado vortex, swaying the heaven and earth energy from all around. Directly whistling out, directly colliding on the golden gun-like gun.

"Hula..."

The whole part trembled and the table was trembling.

A gaze is visible to the naked eye, and the golden gun is broken.

The terrible storm swept down, destroying the golden guns and destroying them, and then swept them on Cheng Qingfeng.

"puff……"

Cheng Qingfeng vomited blood, and the body swept away from the storm directly, and then fell heavily on the ground in front of the contest.

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Some people are shocked at the place, how powerful it is.

The dusty wind was light and dark, and one stroke defeated Cheng Qingfeng, who had won six games in a row.

At this moment, the whole field is shocking and sluggish!

That handsome young man is too strong, and there is no weakness in the beauty. At this moment, there is no reason to be aggressive, and the light is surrounded. There is a kind of imposing manner, which makes people look far away, as if there is a kind of overlooking all beings. The heroic attitude.

"Strong!"

Su Yi is also lamenting that this handsome young man is too strong.

It’s not a big deal to defeat Cheng Qingfeng in the eyes of Su Yi. It’s easy to do with the strength of Ouyang Jinwei of the Holy Mountain.

But this is called the youth of the virtual dust. After defeating Cheng Qingfeng with his hands and feet, there is still not much leakage in the breath. People can't snoop, which is different.

Obviously, this virtual dust defeated Cheng Qingfeng, too light and easy, the real strength, afraid that it will be a horrible step.

"The dust is so handsome!"

"so hot!"

Around the martial arts, those young women took the lead in returning to the world. Some of them were more courageous, shouting and spreading.

"God, it's actually strong enough!"

The audience was amazed and then boiled, and the young man who called the virtual dust was actually so strong.