Pirate’s Hell

"A waste, it was severely hit by a child from the East, it really is the face of my temple!"

Sheng Jiang looked at Shengfeng coldly, then his eyes swept over Su Yi, and said, "But my Holy Family, even if it is a waste, is not something outsiders can play with. Child, since you are moved, There will be consequences to bear it!"

His eyes are very contempt, and his expression is very high.

Su Yi grinned and sneered: "Oh? According to your opinion, they shot me, I can't fight back? Is there the truth in the world?"

"Of course you can fight back, but if you still have a hand, you have to pay corresponding or more serious sexual intercourse. How about? Do you need me to do it myself?"

The weak road of the holy river.

"Nonsense, you have to do this, you can do it!"

Su Yi cold drink.

Sheng Jiang's face was gloomy and cold. "I don't believe it. I don't think I can stop me. I can fight with me. It's naive. Now, let me see Xiao Cheng and Low. The gap between the king!"

As I said, on the river, the atmosphere is strong.

The breath of King Wu's four peaks and the artistic conception of the first layer of water.

The holy river waved immediately, and suddenly a large amount of water condensed in the sky.

These streams are transformed into streams between streams.

"kill!"

Sheng Jiang waved his hand, at least a hundred swords flowed, and came to Su Yi.

The sword in the water flows through the void, bringing an amazing sound.

Su Yi's eyes were a bit solemn, and his palm was empty, so he grabbed it. Heaven and earth, the power of infinite thunder condenses, forming a thunder-throwing gun. "Let's go with the flow!"

Su Yi waved his hand, thunder's spear flew out, the sword of the current squeezed together.

thump! thump! thump! .

In the sky, there were bursts of roaring sounds, and more than a hundred sounds were heard.

This is the collision of artistic conception and artistic conception!

Finally, with Thunder's gun, the sword of the current disappeared.

Those who watched the battle were shocked and their pupils dilated.

Lu Ming, actually can stop Shengjiang's attack, how is this possible?

"Ideology, this is Su Yi's, Lei's mood has achieved a small success, the mood is no worse than Xiao Wang's mood!"

"Great, powerful, so before he breaks through the little king, there will be no bottlenecks, and along the way, I think, no more than two years, this Su Yi, you can reach the little king!"

First reached the artistic conception. As long as the energy accumulates, it can be broken. However, even if people continue to refine the best spirit, it will take a year or two.

This is already very fast.

"Child, it turns out that your thunderous mood has broken through the first level. No wonder you are so arrogant, but the combat effectiveness is based on comprehensiveness. All kinds of factors add up to form a powerful force. You and I are still Very poor. Far away!"

thump!

The sacred river moves forward, the real element of the body, because when the blue flame is beating, the essence is usually boiling.

"cut!"

In Shengjiang's hands, there was a five-level Chinese spirit sword, which merged with the real elements of the majestic and water artistic conception, and then a sword was thrown out.

A 100-meter-long crystal blue sword slammed into Su Yi violently.

"True dragon strikes!"

Su Yi was drunk and exploded with all his strength, one shot.

A three-color real dragon roared and smashed it with the blue giant sword of the holy river.

prosperity!

The energy of various colors is scattered around.

"No! Come back!"

The people on the four sides, some people have repaired, are afraid and shrink back.

Those advantages, beating on the ground, I saw the inscription on the ground flashing, and there was no trace on the ground.

"Broken me!"..