Chapter 83: .

"锵锵锵-"
Under the gaze of countless lines of sight, the guns and swordsmanship quickly intertwined, and the sound of gold and iron symphony came out, and the ignition light flashed out. Although it was only the initial contact of the first move, in the face of the broken arm of the ten strokes, the two sides did not have any meaning of temptation, but under one shot, they went all out.
"boom--"
After Ye Zhongyi’s sword swayed the offensive of Fuyang, the hand was hollowed up above the sword, and the sword was once again condensed. The blue sword light flashed, and the sword mang was turned into Changhong, accompanied by his hands holding the sword. Kneeling down.
"What about the top quality?"
Fuyang also saw something, when the next shock, the eyes flashed a dignified meaning. He never thought that Ye Zhong had a good spirit at hand. We must know that the so-called top-grade spirits are extremely difficult to find, even in the astrology, there are only a few pieces, and none of them fall into the hands of the inner door strong hands. But I can't think of it, there is a good spirit in the hands of a leaf in the district? What qualifications does he have! ?
At this moment, Fuyang's body shape instantly retreated, and the silver rifle in his hand turned into a gunshot.
"Stacked waves!"
The guns and shadows changed, like thousands of heavy waves overlapping, and the gun that accompanied Fuyang had slammed into the strong side, and the sword of the sly and the leaves slammed against it.
"锵-"
The extremely crisp sound resounded at this moment, and the heavy sword of the leaf was turned by Fuyang’s move. In a flash, a terrible power ripple spread in the air, under the ground, two people move In the blast, the roads spread like spider webs, and they are shocking.
This scene has made the people of Susui and others look a little different, and Fuyang is not a disciple of the astrology. This means is not comparable to the previous Luo Long Lufan generation.
"Although you have a good spirit in hand, but how can you? When you lose, you still have to lose! Today you look at how I take your arm!" Fuyang face sneer, arm A shock, the gun on the silver pistol burst in the hand, I saw a thousand guns gathered together, overwhelming to the place where Ye Zhong is where he is, and the power is even more horrible than the one just now. Several times.
In the face of this gunshot whistling scene, Ye Zhong’s face appeared a touch of coldness, his left hand imprint changed slightly, and a road Shura Jianyin began to superimpose on the sword body.
With the deepening of cultivation, Ye Zhong has a new understanding of the use of Shurajian. Although Shura Jianyin is only a spirit-level spirit, it can attack and defend, and the attack power is extremely amazing.
Along with the superposition of Shurao's swords and seals, on the empty sword in the hands of Ye Zhong, the sky is shining, and that scene is not much weaker than Fuyang's momentum at the moment.
"The means of this leaf is not weak!"
Many people who knew the goods stared at the Shura swordsprint superimposed on the leaf of the sword. The complexion changed slightly. This leaf is so strong that it is beyond imagination.
"唰-"
The five-dollar Shura swords are condensed, and the long swords in the hands of the leaves are like the galaxy hanging upside down. They swept out, and the swordsmanship gathered at this moment into a knife, directly rushing toward the gunshot where the whistling from the front is located. And go.
Above the ground, accompanied by the blade of a heavy sword, suddenly there was a sudden spread of roads and cracks.
"砰砰砰-"
However, in a blink of an eye, the two offensives were madly collided together. Obviously, after Ye Zhong exhibited this Shura Jianyin, the degree of the offensive was already beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Booming -"
After a moment of confrontation, thousands of gunshots were reduced to nothingness, and the gunshots were broken. Fuyang was also slightly swayed, and the body slammed back, and the complexion became ugly at this moment! He was not too small and heavy, but he still couldn’t think of it. Why can a leaf in a district be so strong!
In the next moment, Fuyang took a deep breath and held the silver pistol in his hands. His face became pale at the moment.
"嗡嗡嗡-"
At the same time as Fuyang's face changed, the silver rifle in his hand began to tremble fiercely, and the gun-shadow madness gathered, finally turned into a golden lotus cage over his body.
"this is……"
"Even even this trick..."
The singer-like disciples around the scene saw this scene, and their faces were slightly changed. Apparently they all recognized the coffin that Fuyang was about to display.
At the same time as the bursts of sound came from all directions, Fuyang raised his head fiercely, and when his eyes fell on Ye Zhong, there was an indescribable taunting taste in his eyes. In the next moment, he had a long shot in his hand, and the golden gun shadow had turned into a golden lotus flower, which was suppressed to the place where Ye Zhong was there!
"Golden Lotus Cracking Gun!"
The offensive of the golden gun shadows swept down in an instant, and in an instant, a violent wave of extreme enthusiasm swept out.
In this move of Fuyang, there are endless sharp gunshots, only the locked Ye Zhong can sense the horrible power contained in this trick.
"The spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit? Is not a star disciple inside the disciples!"
Ye looked at the golden lotus that roared in the air, and the meaning of dignity appeared in the eyelids, but he did not mean to dodge, and then the left hand imprint slowly changed, and the sixth sword repair began slowly. The emergence of.
"Ye is heavy, I will take your arm today."
Fuyang's eyes are cold, and at this moment in his eyes, Ye Zhong is already a dead person. As he screamed, the silver gun in his hand was far away, and the golden lotus had been suppressed with an astonishing suppression.
"clang--"
At the same time, the sixth Shura sword print on the top of Ye Zhongjian is also looming. In an instant, the sword on the empty sword becomes amazing. Along with Ye Zhong’s right arm flashing, a sword mans with a length of several tens of feet was as fast as a meteor, lightning-fast sweeping across the sky, and heavily squatting on the golden lotus.
"clang--"
The crisp, harsh sounds resounded at this moment, and then an extremely violent energy shock suddenly broke out from the sky.
Between the energy impacts and sweeping, the shape of the sacred disciples around them is a quick retreat, and the face is unbelievable.
You must know that the fortune of the nine-strong martial arts in the body has not yet cultivated a slight aura. Even if it is a spur of the coffin, there should be no such momentum. At this moment, Ye Zhong and Fuyang apparently borrowed the power of the hand in their hands to be able to cast the coffin to such an amazing level, but even so, this scene has already become earth-shattering!
No one can think of it, this leaf weight can actually compete with the famous inside the inner door of Fuyang!
Just as everyone was shocked and their eyes were twitching, their eyes were watching the bangs. It should be known that the spirits exhibited by Fuyang are one of the few spiritual spirits in the third layer of the Lingyao Temple. Nowadays, the strength of Fuyang is exerted, and it is naturally extraordinary. However, this leaf weight is obviously not weak. His swordsmanship shrouded in the sword is incomparable, but he does not know whether he can block the offensive of Fuyang!
If you can't stop it, maybe you don't need ten strokes, and the two will have a winner!
"嗤嗤嗤-"
In the place where everyone's eyes converge, the stunned swordsmanship fell to the center of the golden lotus, and the two sharp and incomparable breaths screamed at each other at this moment.
"Who can win?"
"What is the spiritual coffin that Ye Zhong has cultivated? Can he resist the golden lotus crack in Fuyang?"
"Sui language teacher..." At this moment, not only other star-like disciples, even Hao Feng could not help but look at the Su language. Su language can be said to be the most understanding of Ye Zhongzhi, Hao Feng and others do not want to see, the teammates who Lingyue found, actually inexplicably lost here in a hands of Fuyang who did not know where to come out. Therefore, they are all looking forward to the answer in the Su language.
"Don't worry, even I may not be his opponent. He is definitely not good at dealing with it. You have to know that the emptiness son, Mo Fanlong and other characters have suffered big losses under his hand, and Mo Fanlong lost his life. "!" Su language faint.
Wen Yan, Hao Feng Meng took a sigh of cold, even the cold Lv Bing is a microscopic movement. The name of the four sons of the Leitian dynasty, they naturally heard that although the empty son is only the bottom of the goods, but it is definitely not good to deal with. As for the name of Mofan Long, who has not heard of the Star Xiangzong? The genius enchanting that refused the invitation of the Astrology, actually fell in the hands of Ye Zhong? Many people used this as a joke!
In the sky, the two offensives were insanely touching each other. I don’t know how long it took, and on the swordsmanship of Ye Zhong, suddenly there was a crack in the road.
"咔嚓-咔嚓-"
With the spread of the cracks, the huge swordsman suddenly burst into madness, and finally turned into light in the air.
"Is it over?"
Looking at this scene, many people sighed in the heart, Ye Zhong and other newly rising figures, I can't think of losing in the hands of Fuyang! However, it is not bad that a newcomer in the district can force Fuyang to such a degree!
Fuyang looked at the broken swordsman at this moment, and there was a smile in his eyes. Then he had a long shot in his hand, and the golden lotus was once again suppressed!
"boom--"
The golden lotus flower swept away, and went to the place where Ye Zhong was standing. However, it was not waiting for the sneer color on Fuyang’s face, but his pupil was suddenly shrinking!
"boom--"
Among the cracked swordsmanship, suddenly a figure flashed out, his right hand punched, above the boxing peak, the six superimposed Shura swords printed a shocking wave.