The God of Sky & Earth

The spear is fierce, and the breath is even more terrifying.

Su Yi raised his eyes to see the long spear coming, moved his eyes slightly, and secretly praised Cheng Qingfeng, who indeed had a good talent.

"laugh……"

Su Yi moved, stepping out with the ever-changing steps under his feet, and got away from the golden spear in an instant.

Cheng Qingfeng's complexion changed darkly, but the golden spear in his hand did not slow down, and immediately swirled around like a spirit snake swaying its tail. With one move, the carbine burst out with golden light, and stabbed Su Yi straight again.

At the same time, Su Yi reached out with a claw, red light surged, and in the most brutal and powerful way, he directly clasped the golden spear with one hand.

"laugh!"

In an instant, the former golden spear could no longer penetrate an inch in Su Yi's hands, a strong vitality poured towards the golden spear, the spear vibrated, made a sound of shock, hummed, and was about to collapse.

"Dengdeng..."

A terrifying force immediately caused severe pain in Cheng Qingfeng's palm, his mouth bled, he staggered back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion turned pale in an instant.

The golden spear was booming, wrapped in red light, like lightning, like a dragon wagging its tail, with a smear of red light, like red lightning, and instantly pointed directly at Cheng Qingfeng's eyebrows.

The sharp air seemed to pierce the ripples in the space, and the whining sound of breaking wind was terrifying, instantly expanding in Cheng Qingfeng's eyes, and then pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows, a breath of death permeated from the depths of his soul, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Then, the tip of the spear stopped in front of Cheng Qingfeng's brows, and the sharp breath subsided in an instant.

Cheng Qingfeng raised his eyes, and in his horrified eyes, the former's face appeared in front of him, and there was a domineering and destructive aura for no reason, which made him tremble for no reason when he stood in front of it.

"You lost!"

Su Yi opened his mouth, shook the golden spear he forcibly snatched from his hand, and then threw it back to Cheng Qingfeng.

Cheng Qingfeng was stunned, and subconsciously took the golden spear, his eyes still a little dull.

The spiritual weapon he recognized as the master was directly suppressed in the hands of the former, and he was vulnerable to the opponent who wanted to kill him just now.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Cheng Qingfeng truly understood that it was no wonder that Chu Changhuan was killed, it was definitely not accidental, the strength of the same generation in front of him was too terrifying, he was a monstrous guy. The newest chapter ^: tm cool craftsman S net J0= at the festival!

"Thanks!"

Cheng Qingfeng clasped his fists and bowed to Su Yi. The other party was so fierce to the disciples of the Holy Mountain, but he deliberately kept his hand just now, just to let him retreat in spite of the difficulties, and not even to hurt him. This was done on purpose by the other party, and he was grateful in his heart .

After the words fell, Cheng Qingfeng put away the golden spear in his hand, and jumped off the golden boulder directly. He was not an opponent at all, although he was defeated in one move, he didn't feel ashamed.

"boom!"

In the distance, there was a dull explosion, followed by a figure flying directly down the golden boulder, vomiting blood.

Su Yi looked around, it was Nalan Ruyu's opponent, he was also vulnerable, he was blown away with one move, and he didn't even have the strength to parry.

After defeating the opponent, Nalan Ruyu's eyes fell on Su Yi's body through the golden boulder for the first time, and the eyes were shining brightly.

Su Yi smiled coldly and didn't take it seriously. His eyes continued to scan the surroundings. There were still fourteen golden boulders fighting fiercely. As expected, they had all reached the pinnacle of the young generation who had reached the final duel. Any one of them was impressive.

"Aww!"

Someone's vitality was transformed into form, the phantom of the ominous bird spread its wings, and the phantom of the ominous beast roared, with a monstrous aura.

There are spirit soldiers who are not vulgar, with swords, guns, swords and halberds flying around, with a fierce momentum.

The surroundings were boiling, and many onlookers were excited, especially some young people, who raised their arms and shouted, their voices went straight to the sky, and their eyes were fiery and yearning.

With squinted eyes, Su Yi could tell that although many people had used all their strength, they were already fighting desperately.

But there are still some people, although they don't have many reservations, they don't really use their full strength.

For example, Jian Wuque, Gong Qianxing, Shao Sijun, Mu Yao, Feng Qingnong and other top seeds among the five sects and three sects all obviously have reservations, and I am afraid that this round will end soon.

Su Yi was more concerned about where Xuchen and Yanlin were on the golden boulders.

Xu Chen's opponent is a young man also dressed in white, who is also quite handsome, but standing with Xu Chen, his light is immediately covered.

The strength of that white-clothed young man is also very good. Su Yi has some impression that he seems to be a disciple of Qingyun Sect.

The young man in white is very good, with a fierce breath, the peak of the ninth level of the Yuanling Realm, and almost half-stepped into the Yuanzheng Realm, coupled with various methods of the Qingyun Sect, and good weapons, when he meets the real first-level Yuanzheng Cultivators, I am afraid that they definitely have the strength to contend head-on.

But what this young man in white met was Xu Chen, Su Yi only took a few glances, and he already knew the result.

The young man in white is a disciple of Qingyun Sect, and he has a profound background, so he should have some trump cards.

But Xu Chen is even more unfathomable, and based on Su Yi's understanding of Xu Chen, this young man in white from Qingyun Sect may not be Xu Chen's opponent at all.

It is estimated that Xuchen is still deliberately keeping this guy, otherwise the young man in white would have been defeated long ago.

It was Yanlin who surprised Su Yi more and more.

At this moment, Yan Lin was facing a woman in a tight dress, with a graceful figure and an embossed figure, especially the towering jade ditch in front of her chest, which was extremely alluring, and her long black hair was slightly disheveled, adding a bit of charm.

But Yanlin didn't seem to take a second look at the woman, the black scales on her body stretched out, emitting light, a ferocious aura erupted, she used her bare hands to clash with the sword in the woman's hand, making the sound of golden spears, sparks all around It splashed, but it didn't lose the wind at all.

This woman's strength is also absolutely formidable, compared to the white-clothed youth of Qingyun Sect that Xu Chen faced, she is definitely not too shy.

However, the more fierce the flame scale is, the more fierce it is, and it is fearless. The black scales on its body are almost indestructible, and it is its best defense and weapon.

"It's weird!"

The more Su Yi paid attention, the more surprised he became.

This guy Yanlin seems to be holding back what he did up to now, and all his offensives are using brute force, purely breaking through all methods with force, without any martial skills at all.

But even so, the graceful woman in the strong clothes couldn't take advantage of it at all, and she was constantly suppressed by Yanlin as if there were endless cards.

As Su Yi expected, this round of duels is coming to an end soon, and there are continuous duels ending on the golden boulders. Mu Yao, Jian Wuque, Gong Qianxing, Shao Sijun, Feng Qingnong, etc. all defeated their opponents backwards.

"Aw!"

The white-clothed youth of Qingyun Sect transformed his vitality into form, and a phantom of a white flood dragon rushed out.

"boom!"

Xu Chen's figure was like lightning, and a storm whizzed around him, shattering the phantom of the white flood dragon, and a paw print protruded out, grabbing at the former like lightning.