88 Arrogance

"A waste, it's hit hard by a kid from the east, it's really the face of my temple!"

Sheng Jiang looked at Shengfeng coldly, then glanced at Su Yi and said: "But my Holy Family, even if it is a waste, is not something that outsiders can play with. My child, since you are moved, you There will be consequences. Just live with it!"

His eyes were very contemptuous and very expressive.

Su Yi grinned and sneered: "Oh? According to what you mean, they shot me and I can't fight back? Is there any truth in the world?"

"Of course you can fight back, but if you still have a hand, you'll have to pay a corresponding or more serious fuck. How about that? Do you want me to do it myself?"

The faint path of the holy river.

"Bullshit, you have to do this, you can do it!"

Su Yi cold drink.

Sheng Jiang's face was gloomy and cold. "I don't believe it. I think I can't stop me. I can fight with me. It's naive. Now, let me see the gap between Xiao Cheng and Low King!"

As I said, on the river, the atmosphere is strong.

The breath of the four peaks of King Wu and the artistic conception of the first layer of water.

The holy river waved immediately, and suddenly a large amount of water condensed in the sky.

These flows are converted into streams between streams.

"kill!"

Sheng Jiang waved his hand, and at least a hundred swords flowed to Su Yi.

The sword in the water flows through the void, bringing an astonishing sound.

Su Yi's eyes were a little solemn, and his palms were empty and he grabbed it. Heaven and earth, the power of infinite thunder condenses to form a gun that throws thunder. "Let nature take its course!"

Su Yi waved his hand, Thunder's gun flew out, and Water's sword squeezed together.

thump! thump! thump! .

In the sky, there were roaring sounds, and more than a hundred voices were heard.

This is the collision of artistic conception and artistic conception!

Finally, with the gun of thunder, the sword of water flow disappeared.

Those who watched the battle were shocked and had their pupils dilated.

Lu Ming can actually stop Sheng Jiang's attack. How is this possible?

"Ideology, this is Su Yi's. Lei's artistic conception has achieved a small success, and the artistic conception is no worse than Xiao Wang's!"

"Great and powerful, so there will be no bottleneck before he breaks through the Little King, and along the way, I think, in less than two years, this Su Yi, you can reach the Little King!"

First the artistic conception is reached. As long as the energy accumulates, it can be broken. However, even if people continue to refine the best spirits, it will take a year or two.

This is already very fast.

"Child, it turns out that your Thunder's artistic conception has exceeded the first level. No wonder you are so arrogant, but combat effectiveness is based on comprehensiveness. Various factors add up to form a powerful force. You and I are still Very poor. Far away!"

thump!

The sacred river moves forward, the true element of the body, for when the blue flame is pulsing, the essence is usually boiling.

"cut!"

In Shengjiang's hands, there is a level five Chinese spirit sword. The majestic and real elements of the artistic conception of water merge, and then a sword is thrown.

A hundred-meter-long crystal blue sword slammed into Su Yi.

"The real dragon strikes!"

Su Yi was drunk and unleashed all his strength with a shot.

A three-color true dragon roared and smashed with the blue giant sword of the Holy River.

Prosperity!

Various colors of energy are scattered around.

"No! Come back!"

People on all sides, some repaired, were scared and withdrawn.

Those advantages, knocking on the ground, I saw the inscriptions on the ground flashed, and there were no traces on the ground.

"Break it for me!" ..