Vol 3 Chapter 617: Confrontation

Looking at the firm eyes of Zi Yan, the mountain and the blue dream nodded, then turned and left.
The two went to the last floor.
St. Lun did not stop the two, let them go, even did not say a word, obviously he also knows that once the three people join hands, it must be a great trouble, even if he has Yun Yujian.
During the period, the two were looking at each other until the mountains and blue dreams disappeared completely into the field of vision.
The odds in the city have also changed, the odds of Zi Yan began to increase, and the odds of Shenglun did not change.
Yun Yujian itself is the first hundred weapons, and the spirit shield in the hands of Zi Yan, can only enter the top 100 after baptism.
Both sides are stubborn and weak, and they are clear at a glance.
For hundreds of years, Yun Yujian’s ranking has never changed, it is the best proof of its strength.
In this case, in the case of a single-on-one, there is no chance of winning the purple.
How does this make people bet?
The sacred gambling house raises the odds of the sable, isn’t it obvious that it’s going to be a pit person?


Zi Yan looked at Sheng Lun and looked cold.
In a snarl, St. Lun put away the cloud rain sword in his hand and said indifferently: "It seems that you really feel that you are alive."
The sable did not speak, his feet were a little under his body.
This is the odd asynchronous method in fighting.
Or it is a shock.
Just after the odd-asynchronous method in the use of the vibrato, the opposite of St. Lun gave birth to a strong sense of hostility.
"Dead!"
He snorted, and the whole body lit up the light and rushed toward the purple.
After a long period of time, the shock and the holy fight met again.
There is no powerful energy shock, only the constant flashing light, and the changing position.
The light of Saint Lun's body is lingering, and each hit has a sacred meaning. His footwork is calm, his body is elegant, and his offensive and defensive is good.
The attack of the purple scorpion is gone, and with a strong turbulent force, the place where it passes has left a path in the air.
The confrontation of fighting techniques does not require too much space. The two only pursue in a small range, but the risks are absolutely not small.
You must know that the opponents that Zixiao encountered before are almost all enemies.
In the entire holy mountain town, everyone is watching the battle between the two.
This confrontation lasted for a quarter of an hour.
Everyone looked shocked, but Ou Li shook his head and said dissatisfied: "The time for this temptation is too long."
"Are you sure this is just a temptation?" Wu Youde couldn't believe it, because the aftermath of the two people's confrontation was too strong.
Although the two people do not need much space to fight, but the energy aftermath, but the two people around the hundreds of feet of the area was flattened, those who stayed on the third floor of the Holy Spirit soldiers, all avoided.
"Go to death!"
At this moment, I saw only the hand of St. Lun, and suddenly there was a holy sword shining with the light of the Holy Light.
The purple scorpion lifted the left hand block, and a shield with the thunder of the thunder appeared, blocking the sword.
Hey!
Thousands of holy light sputtered, like a rain of light, dazzling.
In the right hand of Zi Yan, there was a long stick, surrounded by numerous thunders on the stick, and he hit it with a stick.
Boom!
The sky was swaying, and the force was full, and it went directly to the holy squad that was close at hand.
In front of St. Lun, there was a shield of Holy Light that blocked the blow.
This is fighting, the two are the same, but the way to force is not the same.
At the touch of a finger.
The two went backwards and then rushed forward again.
This time, the illusion of weapons was used, and the battles of the two men became bigger and bigger, as if the thunder and thunder continued to blow up.
But from the moment, it seems that the two have always been evenly matched.
The two men fighting, suddenly changed from static to static, even at the same time.
The two are separated by more than ten feet, which is the best attack distance for the two who have fighting skills.
"Your strength is not bad, but I don't have much time to play with you, let's end the fight."
The Holy Spirit raised the light sword in his hand and squatted with a sword.
As if a real light, the moment is approaching the purple.
On top of the light shield raised by the purple scorpion, countless smashing thunders burst, and the light shield burst open.
Then, a powerful force flew the purple.
This is the true power of Saint Lun, and it is also the power of holy art.
break out!
Looking at the flying purple scorpion, the glare of St. Lun’s eyes flashed and went forward again. It was still a sword before, but the power became stronger.
The purple scorpion raised the long stick in his hand, and the next moment, the long stick also exploded.
The purple scorpion fell back for the second time. When he stabilized his body, he had spills in his mouth.
In the previous temptation battle, his perception of the holy art was far less than the two.
Sheng Lun said proudly: "The shock is just a trail. How can it compare with my holy spell? When you lost, you are slick, and this time the ending is still the same, even next time, next time The same is true. The shock is never qualified, and it is worthy of the holy fight!"
His whole body, the light of the Holy Light broke out again, and a horrible and sacred breath rushed out.
St. Lun did not use the soul soldiers, so the purple scorpion did not take out the long stick and the shield.
This is the battle of fighting, he will be the name of the shock.
The all-out eruption of the sacred, the speed becomes faster, as if a lightning bolt, in an instant is close to the purple.
The next moment, the purple stick and the shield immediately burst open, coughing blood and flying back.
The gap is clear at a glance.
The battle seems to have been doomed.
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On the Holy Ghost Mountain, after seeing this scene, Sheng Sheng shook his head and said with disappointment: "Ou Li, I thought that you must have found an amazing existence. I did not expect it to be so bad, you are too I am disappointed. But think about it too. You are a failure person. Of course, your vision is not good."
At this time, the purpura was once again repelled and coughed again.
Failure is a foregone conclusion!
Wu Youde looked at the picture of the purple scorpion in the sky, and looked at the European eye who stared at the sky. He opened his mouth, but after all, he said nothing.
Perhaps, the shock is really not as good as the holy fight.
Because the power between the two is different, in the battle, the outbreak of the holy spell is more lethal.
The younger brother of Lushan gave a sigh. They made a lot of money after they came to the holy mountain city. But if the purple scorpion loses this time, they will still have nothing at all.
But the only thing that makes them happy is that the minimum life is saved, and it will not be sold for life after nothing.
"What sighs? The adults have not lost!" said Lushan brother dissatisfied.
"The purple scorpion vomits blood, this is not called..."
The last word has not yet appeared, and there is a sudden exclamation around.
It turned out that this hit by St. Lun was escaped by Zi Yan.
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