Pirate’s Hell

After dozens of blows, Lushan was surprised at Su Yi.

Lushan was defeated, this is what everyone expected.

But teachers who will play a role later will become stronger and stronger, and the real challenge has just begun.

"Who is going to fight?"

Su Yi looked around.

"Tianyun, let me kill you!"

A great drink, a disciple of Shiajjian school jumped on the battle platform.

The disciples Shifang Sword Sect and the young sects are all geniuses who can do this maintenance and hardly need the intensity of testing.

"Tian Yun, called the quick return to the congenital liquid brother Qiu Ming, then knelt to the public and confessed the mistake in my sword ten games. In this case, I can only consider canceling your crop and saving a dog."

Ten games for this sword school disciple was cold, embarrassing and arrogant blood.

"moron!"

Su Yi answered weakly.

"You...what are you talking about? Please die, kill, your things are still mine," shouted the ten parts of the disciple Xiaoao Jianghu, her body was completely destroyed and killed him.

I have to say that this sword school disciple is very strong in ten games, a bit stronger than Lushan. No wonder he is so arrogant.

Unfortunately, his opponent is Su Yi.

Oye

The wind force blends into the gun, and the rifle makes the speed close to maximum.

Everyone only saw one shot, and in an instant, they appeared in front of the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect.

Oye

The cannon and Wrigley heart of the ten disciples tore him.

The disciples of the Shiang Sword School screamed and fell to the ground without breathing.

A coup!

"So strong!"

The audience was surprised.

The disciples in the Shifang school were still very arrogant, but they were killed in the blink of an eye.

"After two levels, you can also kill a shot. Yun's power is too strong this day, right?"

"Ten disciples are not weak, even in the eight martial arts, they are the highest power... The power of this cloud is absolutely equivalent to the great martial arts nine!"

"too terrifying!"

"Can he really break the excellent record of the Sun Six?"

Many people are surprised to talk about it. At this time, Su Yi won two consecutive victories, and the other five were sixth in Liège de la, four consecutive victories.

Everyone is willing to do this.

"Look for death!"

Among the disciples of the ten major party sword faction, a grumpy character, a character who jumped to the top and fell into the battle platform, caused the platform to produce a violent blow.

This is Tyumen.

"Tian Yun, your winning streak ends here, you want to break the record of seven sun heroes, it's impossible!"

Qiu Ming looked at Su Yi in surprise.

"Do you think you can stop me? Don't be like the righteous."

Su Yi smiled.

"Don't compare me with him, Tianyun, you offended my technique with ten games of sword. Today, I want you to die very miserably."

Qiu Ming cold passage, at the same time, the breathing of the body is getting stronger and stronger, the atmosphere is strong, there is potential, the potential is gold!

"I forgot to tell you one thing, nine drops of congenital fluid, they have been improving me."

Su Yi suddenly turned around and smiled.

"What, you...you..."

Tyumen's face was stunned and almost disappeared from his "potential".

Congenital fluids are very useful to him. He wanted to kill Su Yi. Most of the reason is to capture congenital fluid.

Now Su Yi says that the congenital liquid has been refined.

When Tyumen's eyes were red, he roared angrily: "Tianyun, damn, damn!"

Oye...