The gun is fierce and the breath is even more terrible.

Su Yi looked up and saw the long gun, slightly moving, and praised the Cheng Qingfeng, but it is indeed a good talent.

"laugh……"

Su Yi moved, and he walked under his feet and stepped out of the darkness. He instantly got out of the golden gun.

Cheng Qingfeng's face changed darkly, but the golden pistol in his hand was not slowing down. He suddenly turned and moved. If the snake snaked his tail, he would return to the rifle and burst into the golden light, and once again stabbed Su Yi.

At the same time, Su Yi explored a claw, the red light surging, in the most arrogant and powerful way, directly tied to the golden rifle.

"laugh!"

For a moment, the former golden rifle in the hands of Su Yi can no longer enter a half point, a strong force into the golden rifle infusion, long guns vibrate, sounds of sound, creaking, if it is to break.

"Oh..."

A terrible force, but also the severe pain of Cheng Qingfeng's palms, the tiger's mouth bleeding, the footsteps slammed back, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out, and his face turned white.

The golden pistol sounded endlessly and was wrapped in red light. If it was lightning, if it was a dragon and a tail, with a red light, if it was red lightning, it would immediately point to Cheng Qingfeng's eyebrows.

The fierce temper is like to pierce the space ripples, the smashing wind screams, and instantly expands in Cheng Qingfeng's eyes, and then directly points to the eyebrows, a death scent from the depths of the soul, can not help but shudder.

Then, the gun tip stagnate before the Qingfeng eyebrows, and the sharp breath converges for a moment.

Cheng Qingfeng was embarrassed, and the gaze of the former appeared in front of his eyes. There was a ruinous atmosphere in the headless, let him stand up in front of him, and he was unreasonable.

"You lost!"

Su Yi opened, and the golden rifle that had been forcibly captured in his hand was shaken and then returned to Cheng Qingfeng.

Cheng Qingfeng stunned the gods, subconsciously took over the golden rifle, and his eyes were still a bit sluggish.

He recognized the spirit of the Lord, and was directly suppressed in the hands of the former. He just wanted the other party to kill him. He was vulnerable.

Looking at the young man in front of me, Cheng Qingfeng really understands that it is no wonder that Chu Changhuan was killed. This is definitely not an accident. The strength of this peer is too terrible. This is a enchanting guy. The most ‘new h chapter ^: on the festival tm coolsmith S network J0=!

"Thank you!"

Cheng Qingfeng clenched his fist and gave a ceremony to Su Yi. The other party was as fierce as the disciple of Shengshan, but he just deliberately kept his hand. He just let him know and retreat. He didn’t even hurt him. This is what the other party is willing to do. He is grateful. .

When the voice fell, Cheng Qingfeng put away his golden rifle and jumped directly into the golden boulder. He was not an opponent at all. Although he lost a trick, he did not feel shame.

"boom!"

In the distance, a dull and screaming sound came out, and a figure followed the direct flying down of the golden boulders, vomiting blood.

Su Yiwang went, it was the opponent of Nalan Ruyu, and it was also vulnerable. One stroke was bombarded, and there was no force for parry.

Defeating the opponent, Nalan Ruyu's nephew was the first time that the golden boulders fell on Su Yi's body, and the eyes were shining.

Su Yi smiled coldly, didn't take it easy, his eyes continued to sweep around, and there were 14 golden megaliths in a fierce battle. It was worthwhile to step into the peak of the younger generation of the final showdown. Any one is good.

"Hey!"

Some people are metamorphosed, the fierce birds fly in the shadows, and the fierce beasts roar and breathe.

There are good spirits, swords and swords flying, and the momentum is fierce.

Surrounded by boiling, many onlookers are boiling, especially for some young people, shouting their arms, their voices rushing into the sky, their eyes are hot and yearning.

His eyes are illusory, and Su Yi can see that although many people have used their full strength, they are already fighting hard.

But there are still some people, although there are not many reservations, but there is no real use.

If there is no shortage of swords, Gong Qianxing, Shaosijun, Muyao, Fengqing, and so on, among the five top three seeds, one of them is obviously reserved, fearing that it will be very soon, this round will end.

Su Yi is more concerned about the golden boulder on which the dust and spleen are located.

The opponent of the virtual dust is a young man who is also in white, and is quite handsome. He just stands with the dust, but it is suddenly covered.

The strength of the white youth is also very good. Su Yi has some impressions and seems to be a disciple of Qingyunzong.

The young people in white are very good, the atmosphere is fierce, and the Yuan Lingjing is at the top of the mountain. It is almost half-step into the realm of the Yuan Dynasty. Together with the various means of Qingyunzong, there are also good weapons, encountering a real Yuanzheng. As a repairer, I am afraid that I will definitely have a positive balance.

But this white youth meets the dust, Su Yi just looked at the eyes a little, and already know the result.

The young man in white is a disciple of Qingyun Zong. He has a deep foundation and should have a card.

However, the virtual dust is more unfathomable, and with Su Yi's understanding of the virtual dust, this white youth of Qingyunzong, afraid that it is not an opponent of virtual dust.

It is estimated that this guy of the virtual dust is still deliberately reserved, otherwise the white youth has long since lost.

It is the scaly scale that makes Su Yi more and more surprised.

At this moment, the scalp is on the top of the woman, the figure is graceful and embossed, especially the towering jade in front of the chest is deep, very tempting, a long black hair is slightly scattered, with a bit of charm.

But the scaly scale seems to have not looked at this woman. The black scales are arrogant and radiant. A fierce breath bursts out, and the sword is unarmed. The sword in the woman’s hand is constantly banging, making the sound of Jin Ge, Mars IV. Splashing, but it does not fall into the wind.

The strength of this woman is also absolutely powerful. Compared with the white youth of Qingyunzong, which is faced by the virtual dust, it is absolutely not too much.

However, the more flaming scales and fierce battles, the more fierce, the fearless, the black scales on the body, indestructible, is its best defense and weapon.

"It's weird!"

Su Yi Yue is concerned, the more surprised.

The scaly guy has been here for now, and it seems that he has reservations. All the offensives are using brute force. It is purely a force to break the law, and there is no martial art at all.

Even so, the men and women of the hard coats can't take advantage of it. The cards are endless, and they are still suppressed by the scales.

As Su Yi expected, this round of confrontation is coming to an end soon, and there is a golden boulder on the end of the duel, Mu Yao, sword no shortage, Gong Qianxing, Shao Sijun, Feng Qing get, etc. have defeated the opponent.

"Hey!"

Qingyun Zong's white youth, the shape of the gas, a white dragon dying out of the shadow, has been full of force, the face is dignified to the extreme.

"boom!"

The dusty figure is like electricity. From the whole body, a storm whistling and moving, the white dragon's virtual shadow was directly shattered, and a paw print was revealed, and the former was caught by lightning.