Supreme Uprising

! "Nie's family even asked out the wind eagle, and it is a family of Wushen disciples. I can't compare it!" Among the gods, there are old people who feel. And the old man is generally emotional, there are many people, their content is almost the same.

Although the wind eagle has not been shot for 20 years, his reputation, throughout the gods, is still astounding and shocking.

The Tianxun, which was supposed to be quiet, began to boil again. Even the seventeen cities in the West and the warriors of the Freedom City began to ask the gods of the gods to find a way to upload the news.

What they are interested in is not Luo Yunyang, but the wind eagle.

In the past 20 years, the wind eagle, which is the tenth in the list of the heavens, is exactly what kind of character, and his means are different from those in comparison.

Luo Yunyang's eyes, looked at the wind eagle, and from this person, Luo Yunyang felt a violent breath.

Really violent, a violent rush!

Although the wind eagle became famous 20 years ago, but the man in front of his face is like a jade, long hair shawl, like a knife and axe face, the moment of combination, it seems to hide the infinite charm.

In the face, Luo Yunyang has always been less concerned, but at this time looking at the perfect wind eagle like a god, his heart, still could not help but give birth to a glimpse.

This is the wind eagle!

"I know you, the youngest juvenile master on the list!" Feng Ying's hand holds the long gun in his hand, and the blue lance has a long six-shoulder, standing on the ground, just like the pillar of the sky!

Luo Yunyang looked at the wind eagle, and after taking a light breath, he also said faintly: "I also know you, the tenth in the list!"

When two people finished this sentence, they were silent. It seems that at this moment, two people are sympathetic to friends.

But in fact, the reason why two people are silent is not that they have nothing to say, but because they have looked at each other, they have already understood each other's thoughts, and it is useless!

"Take me a crack in the wind, the wind picked up!" When the wind eagle said this sentence, the long shot in his hand moved.

The wind picked up and wrinkled a pool of spring water!

At this moment of the wind, Luo Yunyang felt that the void around him had already been in the same state with the blow of the wind eagle.

This state is much weaker than the realm of God's right hand, but the subtleties of it are not comparable to the power of the ruthless field of God's right hand.

Luo Yunyang came to the gods from Chang'an, and almost all the way through the battle, whether it is Master Scheler or the Shadow Killer, he has a feeling that I am in control, but now he has a kind of handle a feeling of.

This move, he can break, but to break this move, the next move of Feng Ying, let Luo Yunyang have some headaches.

The long guns are moving, light and natural, but with infinite variables.

The surrounding world is like a pool of spring water, and Luo Yunyang is the object in the pool spring water.

Almost at the moment when the gunshot rushed, Luo Yunyang made a choice. Although the use of spiritual power was more relaxed, Luo Yunyang chose Budo.

This is not a respect for Fengying, but it is not Luo Yunyang's deliberate intention, but he needs to honed his own martial arts.

Although the dragon fighting dragon map is a supreme practice method, but it is also a supreme battle method, whether it is burning the dragon boxing or violent ability to tear the sky, is the supreme martial arts means.

Relying on the memory of the detachment, Luo Yunyang can easily use these martial arts to the state of the peak.

However, martial arts that have not experienced actual combat are difficult to achieve, and it is difficult to reach the peak, not to mention the enthusiasm.

All the way to kill the gods, let Luo Yunyang feel more and more, what kind of tyranny he is facing, a Nie family has been like this, if you are on the supreme Wu Shen...

Wu Shen has no idea how many years he will not shoot. He is really small for a younger generation to resist himself. However, Luo Yunyang must not gamble himself and his family's life on Wushen.

For example, the current wind eagle, Luo Yunyang did not think about making opponents with him, but now, two people have already fought in Tongtian Avenue.

The left hand Jinlong vacated, the right hand smashed the sky, Luo Yunyang's hands, greeted the wind eagle. Under the influence of the yin and yang, the wind eagle smashed the wind and formed it like a god-like thing, directly broken.

For the first move of his own, the Wind Eagle not only showed no anger, but his eyes were just excited.

This is the excitement of a warrior encountering an opponent, a kind of excitement from the heart, and an excitement that boils from the bones.

"Receive me a trick!" The wind eagle's long gun in his hand waved, countless gunshots, and turned into a violent wind all the time, people simply couldn't see exactly who is the person, which is the wind.

Luo Yunyang’s left hand burned Tianlongquan, and his right hand violently tore the ability to tear the sky. The force of the sun to the yin is in the palm of his hand, turning into two huge gold and silver discs, crushing all the attacks into powder.

Under the power of two people, there were countless cracks in the Tongtian Avenue of Baizhang. There was also a tall building with a height of 100 feet, which was directly ruined by the strength of two people.

"Hey!"

Luo Yunyang’s fist, heavy bombardment, was on the long rifle of the wind eagle dancing. In each boxing, the eagle’s long gun was blasted with a crack.

Only after Luo Yunyang completed the attack, his ribs had already had a long gun mark.

Although the injury of this gun mark, for Luo Yunyang, it is really nothing, but the danger is only the most clear.

If it is not his sensitive evasion, if it is not the perfection of the ability to burn the dragon and the violent tears, if not...

Then this gun is very likely, it will take his life.

Holding a trembling rifle, the wind eagle is still as straight as a gun, but many of his hair has been zoomed. Although the burning dragon has not smashed his head, it also makes him appear out of the fire.

"Ha ha ha, happy and happy, many days without such a fight, you really did not let me down!" Feng Ying looked at Luo Yunyang, sincerely said: "I dare say, twenty years ago, I am not as good as you! ”

"But unfortunately, what you have encountered is the wind eagle after twenty years!"

Between the words, a more majestic atmosphere, from the body of the wind eagle, in this breath, even some people watching the game, can not help but give birth to an impulse of surrender.

It is as if the person standing in front of him is not a wind eagle, but a god, a **** who is omnipotent and tall!

Luo Yunyang looked at the wind eagle, and looked awkwardly: "How do you like a screaming mother, and there is so much nonsense! Fighting!"