Chapter 1262: Who else?

"Must win?" Ling Dong pointed at Ye Chauxun, holding a smashing carbine, and chuckled, "With you now, are you sure you can win?"
During the talk, the gunshots of the gunshots, with powerful energy cohesion, raged, so that everyone could not help but exclaim, exclaiming the depth of Lingdong's internal energy!
bass!
Ye Chaixun's eyes lit up a raging fire: "I will definitely win!"
The beautiful and peaceful appearance of the girl passed through his mind. For four years, he had not seen her for four years!
From fourteen to eighteen!
He can't make her wait any longer!
Hum!
Ye Chaixun raised his sore and numb arms, cold and arrogantly pale face, a faint trace of madness passed...
Offstage.
Lou Qianxue's expression tightened, holding on to the handrail, forcing herself not to move.
"Master!" Lin Tingfeng's eyes were full of anxiety: "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know." Lou Qianxue's voice was dull and cold: "But I know that he will never give up easily!"
She knew the importance of this battle to Ye Chase, so she didn't call it a stop!
"I am Master's first disciple..."
On the stage, Ye Chaixun raised his arm, his vitality was almost exhausted, but there was another powerful force, surrounded by his arm: "I am a big brother..."
"Should not be weaker than Junior Brother..."
He bit his lips and bleeds: "Big brother, you should be like a big brother..."
"Crazy-lion-anger-roar!"
He can only punch it!
Still only use this punch!
But this punch seems to be a little different from the usual punch!
boom!
Colored power lingered on Ye Chaixun's arm, Ye Chaixun quickly kicked up on the ground, raging towards Yuanli, and slammed the head of the carbine with alarmingly...
呲...
But in an instant, under the power of the color, the ringing carbine turned into dust...
but!
Simultaneously--
"what--"
On the stage, there was blood splashing, and tragic scenes, causing many sect disciples to scream...
boom!
In the shocking and incomprehensible eyes of everyone, Ye Chase's right arm burst and exploded like a rifle turned into dust...
Suddenly, flesh and blood splash!
Killing awe-inspiring!
bass!
Lou Qianxue's expression changed suddenly, and she got up in a gloomy manner: "Ye Chase!"
Ye Chaixun's face was as pale as paper, and his face was splashed with blood from his broken arm. He looked like he was about to fall in the next moment, but in his eyes, it was like a flame burning. Bright and startling, staring straight at Ling Dong...
Ling Dong's heart trembled. Even though he had spiritual weapons, inscriptions, and deep energy as the foundation, he was still grabbed by Ye Chaixun's eyes. The whole figure seemed unable to breathe, and he could only hold a snarling lance...
Despite the power of color, following the lance, spreading to him...
"what--"
Tingling in the palm, too late to react...
The power of color, like a shadow, immediately swallowed him...
His whole person, like a lance of a seventh-order spiritual weapon, turned into dust in the colorful brilliance...
"!!!" Everyone opened their eyes in astonishment, looking at this scene in disbelief, not understanding why, the situation would be reversed instantly!
Obviously, it is the Eastern Pavilion Lingdong who has the upper hand, isn't it?
Also, what is the power of color?
Why is it so scary!
"..." The cheeks of the pavilion master of the East Region and the many elders twitched even more...
He was deliberately thinking about an extra match, betting countless treasures on Ling Dong, but...
However, lost!
"Who else?" Standing with one arm, Ye Chase, with dizzy eyes, standing on the Wutai without expression, asked in a cold voice.