The God of Sky & Earth

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

Looking at Cheng Qingfeng, the dust is calm and the expression is very 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 discipline of the Great Sects and Schools.

He wants to prove himself, just like the two days of the rumored Overlord Sect Yi Su same!

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 it is really angry, and the long spear in his hand trembles, bursting golden light, silhouette stepping out, the speed is extremely fast, like a wind and power, like a shot, picking up the dust.

“chi la ”

The speed is too fast, and the sharp Metal Attribute rays of light burst directly into the dusty chest, causing many people to look surprised.

The spear tip is like a Void, and the dusty silhouette is broken directly, but not at all. When you see the scene of blood and blood, the sound of the dust is coming out: "The first trick!"

The sound fell, the dusty silhouette has appeared on the side of Cheng Qingfeng, and the expression is still calm.

Cheng Qingfeng's face changed darkly, his eyes glimmered, and immediately poured a touch of micro-condensation color. The golden long spear in his hand also shook and twirled. If the snake snaked his tail, he would return to the carbine bursting golden light and pick it again. Virtual dust.

"How do you think?"

Xi Wuqing whispered to Su Yi and looked at the dust on the counter. It seemed to be extremely interesting.

"Fast speed, good mysterious identity, unfathomable."

Su Yi opened the mouth, his eyes have been falling on the dust.

The mysterious identity and speed make Su Yi's sharp energy amount feel, compared with his own Hundred Whirlwind Transformations Step, it is even worse.

“The movement technique has never been seen before, and aura is very strange.”

Xi Wuqing is also slightly moved. The movement technique is very mysterious and changeable. Even he has never seen it before. The aura on the virtual dust is also very mysterious, even he can't see it.

"It's mysterious!"

Su Yi also looked dark, and the aura on the virtual dust was obviously converging, so that he could not feel it.

"Then, who can you win?"

Xi Wuqing seems to be very interested and asks 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 is a superb, younger generation, which is extremely out of the ordinary.

But the dust is obviously more unfathomable at this moment. No matter how fierce Cheng Qingfeng’s shot is, he has always been calm and calm, calm and calm, and he is afraid that Cheng Qingfeng will stop six consecutive victories.

“Sixth move has passed!”

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

On the stage, all around, it is boiling.

At the moment, the six strokes of Cheng Qingfeng were also emptied, and all around became irrepressed and quiet.

All around countless onlookers, eyes and eyes are closely 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 peaceful.

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 touched each other with his six strokes. This strength is unfathomable.

Now his only chance is to use the cards!

"bang!"

Aura surging, golden light 璀璨, Cheng Qingfeng within the body's aura completely released, Yuan Spirit Realm 9th-Layer's aura has no reservations.

"ao!"

There is a sound of dragon whistling in the faint, aura 滔天.

At this moment, Cheng Qingfeng shot, bursting out of the blazing golden light, like the golden flame burning, sweeping across the square, the silhouette directly plucked out, the long spear in the hand straight, the body and the long spear like a combination, In the golden light, it turned into a golden dragon phantom, and went straight to Cheng Qingfeng.

“Really strong!”

Some people on the four sides were 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 a look at Cheng Qingfeng's shot at the moment, Xi Wuqing whispered, directly seeing the origin of Cheng Qingfeng.

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

Su Yi said, but his eyes are closely 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 mountain gate, the third-rate forces, Lushan is also remote, you have not heard of it is normal." Xi Wuqing said to Su Yi.

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

The golden light spear glow plucked, and there was no light to watch, and the dust was no longer evasive. With one hand and one lift, the white radiance broke out and went straight into the sky. A terrifying storm was like a tornado vortex, from all around. Heaven and Earth energy screamed out and directly hit the golden spear glow.

"hu la la"

All around, the trembling, the trembling on the stage.

a path of gaze naked eye visible, golden spear glow inch broken.

The terrifying storm swept down and destroyed the golden spear glow crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, and then swept over Cheng Qingfeng.

"pu"

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.

Cheng Qingfeng continued to vomit blood, and the long spear in his hand also fell aside. The latest F chapter 8 section on the cool smith network

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 fordable, and there is no weakness in the beauty. At this moment, there is no reason to be aggressive, and the rays of light surround. There is a sturdy imposing manner, which makes people look far away, as if there is a kind of being It overlooks the living-like heroic.

"Strong!"

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

Without any effort, defeating Cheng Qingfeng may not be a thing in Su Yi's eyes. It is also easy to do with the cultivation base strength of Sacred Mountain's Ouyang Jinwei.

But this is called the youth of the virtual dust, actually without any effort after defeating Cheng Qingfeng, still aura does not have much leakage, people can not snoop, this is not the same.

Obviously, this virtual dust beats Cheng Qingfeng, too with no difficulty, the real strength, I am afraid that it will be a horrible step.

"The dust is so handsome!"

"so hot!"

Compared to the martial arts all around, those young women took the lead to go back to his senses, some of them are 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.