The God of Sky & Earth

The wind blade whistling and dancing, vertical and horizontal, boiling and rushing, numerous small and small curling blades with a fierce breath to smash the surrounding tables and chairs bench, turned into powder!

"drink!"

The teacher’s singer was stunned, and the incomparably windy blade was with a breathless atmosphere, such as Wan Jian’s return to the sect.

"Thousands of snow blades!"

"Wind dance Xuan Tianjian!"

Wei Hong was slightly decapitated, and smiled slightly. The younger sister was really the genius of the Yunyun Temple.

In the early twenties, the Yuan dynasty is sixfold, and he can actually use the "wind dance Xuan Tianjian" in the realm of the Yuan Dynasty. The master is really eye-catching!

With this growth rate, it will take a few years, and the Cangyun Temple will be able to appear as a young strong man of the Yuan Dynasty.

The wind blade in Su Yi’s eyes whispered in the sky, and the body’s sacred sacredness was inductive, and it began to be ascending, and Su Yi forced it down.

Now, if you don't run the singularity of the sect, you already have the triple guardian, the first body of the sacred body, the body of the golden dragon, the limbs after the tempering, and the yangyang days that the Taikoo nourish nourish The keel makes your body more comparable to the demon.

Spike the Yuan dynasty, the seven-year-old Shuo Shuo, the hard-boiled Yuan Emperor, and Su Yi are very confident in the physical strength.

Su Yi’s eyes are calm and calm, and he is calm and calm.

The rolling wind blade, such as a small piece of debris, constantly smashes the skin of Su Yi, and the endless strength forms a huge pressure to the body of Su Yi.

Su Yi's body is full of golden light, and the golden dragon's pattern on the elbow's knees is looming, and the golden glow is like a dragon, and the bones of the body are squeaking.

The wind blade is like a cotton hit on Su Yi, without any damage, Su Yi does not feel any pain.

The wounds that were invisible to the wounds had not been able to see the bleeding, and the wounds were closed during the recovery.

"Golden Dragon Guardian!" Ling Qianxue was slightly surprised. For the soul of the Golden Dragon in Su Yi, Ling Qianxue had already felt it.

But the world is rare for the Golden Dragon to recognize it. This human boy once again made himself feel awkward.

"Good and powerful body!"

Wei Hong's high-pitched muscles flashed a metal radiance under the dim light, and the face was twitching.

For him who has always paid attention to the physical strength and practiced a strong cross-cutting skill, Su Yi has simply refreshed his three views.

"This kid, looking at the thin, how can there be such a strong body, the body of the demon kingdom is not so powerful!" Wei Hong calm and calm face was shocked.

A trick can not be implemented, after the teacher Susu is even more stunned, and immediately screamed.

"Here!"

"Wind Magic Ball!"

The hands are on the chest and move in unison, constantly compressing, the palm of the hand is steep, and a small wind ball is shocking. The sound of the captain is filled with a sharply concise wind attribute energy.

The teacher Su Su has a ring of arms, a tiny spot of light cut through the space, sweeping a huge incomparable power, killing Su Yi.

Feeling the danger of the Golden Dragon shines on time, like a protective cover, Su Yi is covered in it, Su Yi's handprints are condensed, and the eyebrows are shining.

"This body can now safely enter the Fenglei Valley!"

When Su Yideng stood on two feet, his eyes were like a torch, his body shape was still motionless, just like Yue Yu Yuan Ting.

"Booming..."

Sturdy and savage, the light is shining.

The ball of light was pressed against the golden dragon mask with an unmatched momentum, and immediately released the control of the sky, accompanied by terrible killing.

"boom!"

The two collided and produced huge energy fluctuations. The hurricane swept over, and the tables and chairs in the house were turned into powder. The flooding energy was surrounded by the sound of the cloth shattering into pieces, and the sound was amazing.

Su Yi, who is inside the mask, has no waves, no feeling of a slight pressure, just watching the ray of light.

Outside the door, the West was ruthless and the people laughed and laughed, and no one worried about the safety of Su Yi.

"The movement is quite big! Can the little teacher and the uncle support it?" Situ Muyang looked at him, laughing happily.

"Poor Wei Elder, you should pull him out too." The impermanent fairy masked his mouth and smiled.

Within the door of the room, the elders of Wei’s body surged, and the momentum of the whole body was excluded. His face was wide and his eyes were horrified to look at Shi Susu and Su Yi.

"Suer has tried his best. The power of these two moves is comparable to that of the Yuan Dynasty. It is still not the enemy of Su Yi!"

Wei Hong knows that he should stop it, and then he will not be able to discuss it, and he is likely to be seriously injured.

Looking at the teacher, Su is a big gasp, and the two strokes that have just been striking are already the homework skills of Shisu Su, which was intended to be used in the self-protection of Feng Leigu. Su Yi was dismissed as an understatement.

"Oh, how can he be so strong!"

The teacher’s elementary vitality is running, and the vitality of the body is stopped. The wind attribute is surging and the body shape is stopped.

Looking at Su Yi, my heart is in doubt.

"Su Su, can stop!" Wei Hong said in the air.

Shi Susu’s face, which has no blood on his face, is so dignified that Wei Hong’s words are like the past winds blowing in and out.

There was a hint of twilight in the sledge, and only Su Yi’s sly sacred Jin Mang, the teacher’s prime biting his lips, his eyes burning, his teacher’s body swaying his body, and the attributes of his feet were surging.

Behind a pale blue beast gradually gaze, the teacher Susu will condense all the elements on the palms of his hands, and the bright white light will completely cover the teacher.

"Wind King Golden Bird!"

Su Yi’s eyes trembled, and the sound of Ling Qianxue sounded in Su Yi Linghai. Su Yi knew that Feng Ling Jin Huang Bird and Jiu Ling Tian Tong belonged to the demon family.

It is rumored that a windy golden king bird flutters with a flutter of 36,000 miles. The wings are as hard as fine iron, and the body is huge, overwhelming, and the water is hitting the ground. There are earth-shattering effects. It is extraordinary.

Cangyun Temple does not lose the first-class power of the chaotic domain. It can find the essence of the Fengling Golden Emperor, helping the teacher to become a gas-shaped figure. The Cangyun Temple is really a lot of effort!

"Reckless! No!" Wei Hong was shocked, the teacher Su Su repair was not high, and the Fengling Golden Emperor was a big demon in the demon. Even if it was a metamorphosis, it was not the life of a serious injury. of.

Wei Hong wants to stop, it is too late.

"broken!"

The teacher’s beauty is cold, murderous, and ignores Wei Hong’s warnings.

Yuan gas perfusion of the feet, continuous folding in the air, such as a humanoid behemoth, rushed toward Su Yi, the pressure of Hehe, destroying the earth.

Wei Hong sighed softly, and his heart suddenly broke. I was afraid that it would be seriously injured today, and my eyes were heavy.

Su Yi's eyes are slightly picking, his feet are Xuan Zang, and he is firmly staring at the figure that has passed away.