Vol 3 Chapter 1647: Shame for power

Sun Wuji is a person with no mind. He is by no means a bad person. Because he grew up under the blessing of his father, he lacks a certain understanding of the human heart. He did not see the point of thinking of Wu Siyuan. Flying on the platform.
"Cheng Ying, Sheng Shao is a rare peerless genius, you have to make three strokes under his hand, this time you try to earn, don't be jealous, give me a good fight." Duan Muquan sat on the stage, proudly laughed.
The irony of this statement is self-evident. Sun Wuji has long been known as the name of the Holy One. He actually jumped out to test with a second-rate disciple. It is undoubtedly a big drop in value. Of course, no matter who the cadres are sent, unless it is a philosophical path. Otherwise, they will all lower their prices and win the battle.
"Saint, please."
Cheng Ying looks a little excited. He has never had the chance to fight with Sun Wuji in his life. Today, regardless of the outcome, the reputation of returning to Zongmen must be high.
"Three strokes, think more!"
Sun Wuji is not deeply involved in the world, but it is by no means a stupid bird. How can it give Cheng Ying a chance to brush his reputation?
But see him looking up at the sky, the right thumb and the index finger together, the sky golden light, the clouds open steeply, a golden sword penetrates the void!
"乾坤诀, falling swordsmanship, this madman."
Duan Mu has a comprehensive color change.
Falling swords!
This is the better method of Qiankun’s martial arts. It is the Taoist method used by him and Di Qingcheng. When Sun Wuji came to death, he made it clear that he did not want to give Cheng Ying any chance.
Cheng Ying saw that Feijian was shocking, and he was screaming unlucky. He was rushing to the extreme. He was like a ghost and turned into a shadow. He had a shadow in his name. It was because of his uniqueness. Come for the trick.
However, he is fast, how can he avoid the superb method of repairing several big realms?
Sun Wuji made a sneer, closed his eyes and waved, and Jin Jian passed through many virtual shadows, hehe! The sound will be passed through.
puff!
Cheng Ying vomited blood in the sky, still thinking about how to change the body, create a phantom, and confuse Sun Wuji, I think his little trick is really difficult to be elegant, people are still in the air, it has been completely mad.
boom!
His body glided a few feet in the air, and the heavy squatting on the side of the platform was already drinking.
Whizzing!
Sun Wuji turned around and Jin Jian circled the top of his head and returned to the heavenly spirit!
"Don't be a teenager. If you are playing such a cat and dog, I don't think it is necessary. You can roll the Wushen."
Sun Wuji smiled and laughed.
At that moment, Sun Wuji was like a holy light, and this word was extremely domineering and shocked the audience.
Everyone knows that Wu Shenzong is now the head of the three sects, and he has always been overbearing. It is that Sun Tianqi does not dare to provoke Wu Shenzong on a daily basis. Now Sun Wuji is so arrogant in the General Assembly that he is so daring.
But this is Sun Wuji. If you are mad, you can’t be lawless. If you are who he is, let’s talk about it first.
The silence of the whole game!
No one thought that Sun Wuji was so tyrannical. Only Sun Huanyu had a sentiment. The big brother usually avoided the three points of Wu Siyuan. Under the name of the Holy One, the battles of these years were repeated defeats, and the heart was always in the fire.
Why is he so tyrannical today, not because of himself, but because of his trust in himself.
Because he believes that Sun Piaoyu must be able to win the championship today, and wash the humiliation of the cadres who have been suppressed in recent years.
"Oh, the holy less is the holy lesser, and when he shoots, he kills a master-class disciple, and he is bullish."
"In this case, Di Shao, you are also holy, not to compare with him on the field, to see who you really are."
Duan Muquan smiled at the side of Di Qingcheng Road.
He said that the face of Wu Shenzong was rounded back, and by the way, he also stimulated a Diqing City, which has always been eyeing his position. It can be described as a double-edged sculpture.
Di Qingcheng secretly, go to your ancestors.
He wants to win, he wants to lose, isn't he just a fake?
It is the master's brother, the deacon of Wu Shenzong, who can't refute it.
"Yes, Master!"
"St. Shao, you and I have the same origin, just click until you can."
"please."
Di Qingcheng flew up to the ring and bowed his hand.
"The same kind of homologous, double surname slave, do you match?"
Sun Wuji disdain.
Everyone in the world knows that Di Qingcheng is the righteous son of Nangong Lie, the lord of the gods. After Nangong Lie was killed by Yan Jiutian, Di Qingcheng was a saint, and he did not have a sword and a sword.
And in Wujiazhuang, Di Qingcheng was defeated by the hands of Qin Hou, a series of things, he had already lifted his head.
On the Kunlun Mountains, it is notorious.
"hateful!"
"watch out!"
Di Qingcheng was stabbed and shouted, "Inflammation!"
Dozens of red yan swords poured out from the bottom of the platform, and the violent shock wave, the litter of the stone came up, forming a red mask, which firmly locked Sun Wuji.
This shot is the effort to press the bottom of the box!
Whatever it is, it is obviously a life of Sun Wuji.
"In a sword?"
Sun Wuji’s heart was shocked, and the martial arts method was the most difficult to kill. Di Qingcheng’s shot was able to open a sword array, which showed that this time was a surge. EbookFREE.me~ In fact, it’s true, since Qin After the fiasco, Di Qingcheng’s secret to practicing Master’s hard work was to turn shame into strength and cultivated this red sword.
He originally wanted to keep the last game, and said that he was really good. Sun Wuji did not really look at it.
I know that Duan Muquan, the old fox, let him go first. At this moment, these stunts are also categorically hidden.
Sure enough, Duan Muquan flashed a hint of twilight in his eyes, but it was a little bit of surprise. Compared to him, the sword array is still not enough.
Sun Wuji is different. His repair is not as good as Di Qingcheng. In the past six months, he has grown and is slow, and he has been a little panicked in the face of the sword.
"乾坤剑诀, 护身剑盾!"
Sun Wuji's hands were printed, and a long, golden sword covered the entire figure and took a defensive posture.
"Oh, Saint, it seems that you are still a straw bag that can only be beaten."
"Get up!"
Di Qingcheng sneered, with a hand to drink, the sword array violently rotated, rolled up a strong hurricane, a little contraction, and went to Sun Wuji oppression.
Array, must have its long!
As each point of the sword array is compressed, the power will increase dramatically. The array of madness will gather the constant aura of Kunlun Mountain, and finally become a flywheel, like a flying tooth on a chainsaw, creaking, Crazy cutting the sword shield of Sun Wuji.
Hey!
The more urgent the flywheel turns, the intense red light instantly annihilates the fragile body care golden light, and the light is completely incomparable from the momentum.
Everyone can be seen with the naked eye. The flywheel cuts the guard body shield a little bit, and is close to the body of Sun Wuji in the shield.
Sun Wuji strongly urged the Dafa, facing the tyrannical impact, the mouth overflowed with blood!
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