Supreme Pill Saint

"Hum." Wang Qi is very happy. What she wants to see most is to teach Su Chen a lesson. Unfortunately, before that, she felt that the chance was slim. After all, the teacher is the elder, and Su Chen is the younger. According to the pride of the teacher, normally, the teacher can't do it.

I didn't expect

Surprise!

Su Chen is mentally handicapped. He forces the master to do it.

It's a great thing.

Wang Qi's excited body was trembling. Her beautiful eyes were staring at Sheng Wankong and Su Chen.

Su Chen and Sheng Wankong have moved closer to each other.

Two people, look at each other.

"I only use sword rhyme." Sheng Wankong said, he means that he can't come out of other sword moves. Otherwise, isn't that bullying Su Chen too much?

But even if it's just sword rhyme.

It's horrible!

It's absolutely terrifying that a realm tries its best to play seven segments of sword rhyme.

There was really no fourth person on the scene, apart from the division of air combat, Wang forging and Hong Yichang. I dare to say that I can take it.

Su Chen can't do it.

Even if he killed Xing wusheng and Hong Chou in seconds, all people still think that he is one hundred and eighty thousand miles away.

"Yes." Su Chen nodded. In that case, he felt that he only had sword rhyme.

The next moment.

Sheng Wankong's hand, suddenly raised it.

Take the hand as the sword.

True sword, he's useless.

This is also a kind of concession, or that sentence, his strength, status, and hands-on Su Chen, has been very much what.

Naturally, he can be a master.

Anyway, the result is doomed.

This scene, falling in the eyes of other martial artists in the hall, can't help nodding. I think Sheng Wankong is still good. At least, I'll let you know once.

However.

At the moment when Sheng Wankong raised his hand, an extremely unexpected scene appeared.

Su Chen also raised his hand.

Look at Su Chen's meaning. It seems It seems that we should use our hands as swords.

Difficult Does Su Chen know sword rhyme?

It's not impossible.

Because, the whole nine secluded area, will have sword rhyme, too many, too many.

Even the master of six sections of sword rhyme is no more than a million people.

But the problem is!

Even if Su Chen has mastered sword rhyme, how many paragraphs can it be? Three? Five? Or six paragraphs?

Even if it is six sections, compared with seven sections, it is also the slag in the slag.

Who in the world gave Su Chen confidence and felt that his sword rhyme was better than Sheng Wankong's?

I 'm afraid it' s not a complete brain damage, right?

Sheng Wankong takes his hand as his sword and only uses the charm of sword. That's the demeanor of an expert and the temperament of a strong one.

You su Chen, shouldn't you go all out?

Are you pretending?!

What a madness!

There are many people who are pretending. But Su Chen is the first one who wants to die.

Si Kong Zhan's face was even worse, even his eyes narrowed.

He even thought that Su Chen deserved to die.

It's a thorough search for death.

The next moment.

Hiss

Sheng Wankong has already made a move.

A ray of orange shadow, rippling open, flashing away, very subtle, very treacherous.

Sheng Wankong is enraged again.

At this moment, Su Chen even uses sword rhyme? Moreover, it is only driven by the sword. This is another provocation, a very big one.

Being provoked three times in a row!!!

Mud Bodhisattva also has fire.

Sheng Wankong can't wait to make a move.

Sheng Wankong's move fills the whole hall with the taste of sword rhyme.

It's too strong.

For a moment, every martial artist on the scene felt drawn into the world of sword sea.

The sword is like fog.

It's like a horrible water pressure that's forced into everyone's body.

Sword rhyme is a kind of weird, sharp and all pervasive taste.

It's chilling, it's hairy.

And the most terrible thing is that the martial arts practitioners here, as long as they are swordsmen, feel that they can't control their swords at the moment.

Their swords, like meeting their emperor, are submissive, neighing

At the moment of Sheng Wankong's hand, his face changed one by one.

Seven sections of sword rhyme, really is worthy of the name.

Even they felt a sense of danger.

Don't see Sheng Wankong playing sword rhyme casually, but that's because Sheng Wankong has mastered it. Who is not the strong one? Who is not a monster? Who is not an old monster? But who can do it?At this moment, I don't know how many awed and envious eyes stare at Sheng Wankong.

Seven sections of sword rhyme!

The existence that dreams want to master.

Especially the swordsmen.

"It's indeed Qiduan sword rhyme, but it's just the early stage. Moreover, his control over sword rhyme is very scattered, which is really disappointing." At the bottom of Su Chen's heart, it's more rubbish than he thought.

Su Chen himself is a sword rhyme in the middle of the seventh period.

One early stage, one mid-term, there will be a lot of gaps.

Moreover, Sheng Wankong has poor control over the sword rhyme itself. Everyone present can feel the sword rhyme. The whole hall seems to be filled with sword rhyme, which not only can't reflect Sheng Wankong's terror, but also proves his garbage.

It's really good to control sword rhyme, so we shouldn't let sword rhyme leak out so much towards the surrounding when it's playing.

That's the moment.

At the moment when Sheng Wankong made a move, Su Chen also made a move.

It's also sword rhyme!!!

Su Chen pointed at it casually.

A tiny purple charm, like the illusion of hair, passed away in a flash.

It's just sword rhyme.

As for the most precious of all, I don't want to join in.

Between lightning and flint.

Too fast.

Super fast.

Su Chen almost just raised his hand.

Then.

Only, in the middle of the sky, purple and orange are interlaced.

Dawdle, dawdle

Sheng Wankong's body retreats madly.

Accompanied by a pale, almost trembling to the death of the face!!!

Sheng Wankong's shoulder is pierced directly.

So a limit to the time of electro-optic flint.

Two seven sections of sword rhyme have met.

At the moment of meeting, the result is doomed. In front of Su Chen's seven segments of sword rhyme, the gap between Sheng Wankong's seven segments of sword rhyme in the early stage and Su Chen's seven segments of sword rhyme in the middle stage is too big, and there is no chance to resist, so it is annihilated.

Then, the seven mid-term sword rhymes played by Su Chen directly fell into Sheng Wankong's body.

That's all. It's so easy.

The gap between Jianyun itself and the control of Jianyun makes this so-called duel too simple.

"You You You also master seven sections of sword rhyme, seven sections of mid-term sword rhyme? " Sheng Wankong stepped back six or seven steps, and then stopped. After stopping, he even forgot that he was hurt and bleeding. He stared at Su Chen closely. His eyes were about to fly out. His eyes were shaking violently. His voice was loud and shaking.