Pirate’s Hell

However, there seems to be no other way, I can only wait for the magical species to bloom.

Su Yi condensed his spirit, the laws of the body soared, and began to practice quietly.

After half a day.

Su Yi suddenly opened his eyes from the desert island.

At this moment, when Su Yiqi opened his dual purpose, he could clearly see that in Su Yi's right eye, there was a red dot the size of a meter, slightly shining.

This is a magical species.

The magical species are condensed, and the next step is to wait for the magical species to bloom.

Su Yi closed his eyes again after a long time.

After closing, the magical species in Su Yi's right eye was hidden again, his eyelid recovered as usual, and everything was as usual.

Su Yi stood up from the ground and stretched out his fist, feeling the strength of his body. He said vaguely: "The smoke wolf that swallowed the big devil before turned my practice into heaven."

"Now, with six martial arts practice, I shouldn't be afraid to face martial arts."

"At the time of the eight big families, the blood debt has arrived."

Su Yi thought of this, with bright red blood in his eyes, and an indifferent face came out from the desert island.

On the beach, Su Yi appeared behind a bunch of purple and blue wings, his body was white, flying straight across the sky.

"Senior Poison Dragon, Xiang Tian, ​​Blood Swordsman, don't walk too fast on Huangquan Road. I will send eight family fighters to accompany you."

Su Yifei said coldly in the cloud:

"Eight families, here I am."

Su Yi's speed is extremely fast. It flies through the clouds for a moment, and it appears at a distance of kilometers.

A ship is stabilizing.

"French man, you saw a man standing on the water. It should be that his boat was sunk by a monster. We saved him, okay?"

On the bow, a man and a woman hug each other, masculine and beautiful, with a small smile on their faces.

"Hey, your heart is good, or because we met, it can't do anything." The man looked at the woman in his arms and smiled.

"This is a broken thorn!"

"The sword and martial arts of the thirty-six local eighth-level weapons of the Spirit Sword Sect broke the air thorn!"

"This sword cannot be destroyed. Even if Tianwu Jingba accidentally responds, Luo Qixiao can seriously damage this sword."

The soldiers who watched the war recognized Luo Qixiao's sword and martial arts, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Is this a broken thorn?"

Su Yi looked at the sword, its power was so powerful that there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Broken Hollow Thorns is one of the only martial arts among the 36 local eight-level products that still exist.

At that time, Jianxuan escaped from the Spirit Sword Sect and took away most of the sword martial arts. Among them, it includes a large number of prefecture-level nine-level martial arts and heaven-level products.

Therefore, in today's Spirit Sword Sect, there are only 36 types of martial arts at the eighth level and prefecture level.

"Hey, since I recognize this martial art, I will beg for mercy, Su Yi!" Luo Qixiao saw the expression on Su Yi's face, thinking Su Yi was scared, and suddenly sneered.

"Oh, district-level eight-production martial arts, why be afraid!"

"Look at me, break your martial arts!"

Su Yi sneered.

"court death!"

When Luo Qixiao heard Su Yi's absurd voice, he was suddenly angry, and the sword light exploded rapidly, like a piercing void, unstoppable!

The sword bombarded Su Yi's body, falling like a mountain.

"Hegemony Dragon Boxing!"

Su Yi's body was so turbulent, Dantian Zhenqi's body burst out, turning into a kind of brilliance.

Su Yi's hegemonic aura was like a god.

Su Yi's eyes were slightly closed, and the murder was revealed. The moment Luo Qixiao's sword approached, he punched and smashed.

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There was an exciting explosion.

The fist and the sword collided with each other, and suddenly a terrible storm swept across the platform.

Hey!

Just before the storm came, a kite-like figure flew out and fell severely under martial arts.

The man was covered in blood, his hair was messy, and he was bleeding.

Although he did not die, he also lost his combat effectiveness.

"I rely on, be strong!"

"Su Yi's martial arts is simply the sky!"

"What kind of boxing is this!"

All the fighters felt shocked by Su Yi's outburst of domineering arrogance.

The two elders said vaguely: "The martial arts of Jibei, Jibai, and Su Yi, I am afraid there is still a god-given level of martial arts."

Jibei said lightly: "Yes, this martial art should be a domineering dragon fist, it is the high priest of Da Yueyue, and non-sacred geniuses cannot be cultivated."

Of course, Jibe recognized it at a glance. This is the domineering dragon fist. After all, when he was in the south, he saw a fierce battle between Su Yi and Tang Yuan. At that time, he was shocked by the power of Dragon Fist.

However, I did not expect that the sect of the divine ancestor of the divine ancestor was in the hands of Su Yi.

"Hegemony Dragon Boxing!" The two elders heard the name and immediately thought of it. In the beginning, when the sacred moon received the remnants of the world warrior, he used to draw out the eight emperors and go to the sacred moon. At that time, the elder was still a young warrior, and followed the elder of the spirit sword to the sacred moon. Some domineering dragon fists.

But this was a hundred years ago. If it weren't for Jibei's reminder, the two elders would not remember that Su Yi's boxing method today was the method he saw more than a hundred years ago. !

The violent impact exploded and exploded, shocking the game.

I saw a poor figure flying backwards, falling under martial arts.

"Who flew out?"

"Who lost?"

"Is it Su Yi?"

"Hahaha, Su Yi must have been lost. My brother Luo Qixiao is the Seventh Master of Tianwu Jing, a Su Yi district, how could he be his opponent!"

The soldiers opened their eyes and exclaimed, looking at them.

During the competition, the unbearable figure just landed, quickly climbed up, squatted on the edge of the martial arts platform, looked at the characters on the stage, with two eyes in horror, and said in disbelief: "No, no, no, What should I do? Maybe I lose, how can I lose?"

When Luo Qixiao got up, everyone saw the lost.

First of all, the soldier of Shenmeng exclaimed: "How is it possible! How does Luo Qixiao's brother miss his hand!"

"Yes, the Alliance of God has actually lost!"

"Luo Qixiao lost." ..