Chapter 277: Pang, it’s up to you!

In the inner gate square, crowds surged, and a group of seven or eight hundred people gathered in a moment.
Sumo and Qi Feifei stood opposite each other in the square, and a large number of disciples and elders of Fengling Island stood on the periphery.
Various noisy arguments come and go.
"Do you say that Sumo can beat Yu Feiyu?"
"Difficult, difficult and difficult, Sumo talents Wujing Jiufeng peak repair, want to overcome the true spirit of the double 戚 Fei Yu talk about how easy!"
"That's not necessarily, Sumo's fighting against the sky, the last time Fei Fei did not kill him, but he hurt the Fei Fei!"
"The last time was a low enemy of Fei Fei Yu, too big!"
"..."
In the field, Yan Feiyu held a long gun in his right hand and raised his left arm. He Feifei looked at his left arm with bare palms, and his eyes flashed with sorrow.
"Sumo, last time you scrapped my left hand, this time I have to pierce your head and pay back with your blood!"
The eyelids stared at the opposite Sumo, and Fei Fei feathered his teeth.
"戚飞羽, from the last time you went to the outside door to kill me, you are already destined to have today's ending!"
Sumo looked expressionless and looked at Fei Feiyu indifferently, as if looking at a dead person.
"Oh? What is the ending today?"
Fei Fei Yu disdain a smile, said.
Sumo did not answer, and the flash of the cold flashed suddenly.
As soon as he stepped on his feet, Sumo's figure was like a sharp arrow, and he quickly shot at Feiyu. The distance between the two was only about twenty steps. Sumo immediately came to the front of Feifei.
The golden light shines on the body, and Sumo’s fist is like a golden sun, and a fist slams into the head of Fei Fei.
"court death!"
Fei Fei Yu sighed, and the rifle danced, and the guns were dazzling, directly stabbing Sumo’s fist.
Seeing the other side's move, Su Mozhen flashed a sarcasm.
The next moment, the rifle and the fist suddenly slammed together.
clang!
The sound of gold and iron symphony sounded, and Fei Fei’s face changed greatly. Sumo’s fists were incomparably powerful. For example, the sea roared, his tiger’s mouth burst instantly, and the rifle could not be held.
The blow of Fei Fei’s fist did not cause a slight blockage to Sumo’s fist. Sumo’s fists went on the spot and fell directly on the head of Fei Fei’s head.
Hey!
A muffled sound, the head of Fei Feiyu, like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, instantly burst open, blood mixed with brains splashing around.
A fist, the true spirit of the second repair of the 戚 fly feathers died.
"Your ending is death!"
Looking at the body of Fei Fei Yu, Sumo answered him this time, but unfortunately Fei Fei has not heard it.
Killing Fei Fei Yu, for today's Sumo, there is really no difficulty, even he does not need to run a trace of real yuan, just by the physical strength, you can easily crush each other.
At this moment, the square, which was still noisy, was quiet and there was no more sound.
Some inner disciples of Lingwujing, as well as some outside disciples who heard the news, took a breath of cold.
Zhou Xinhe and Niu Xiaohu stood far behind the crowd, open their mouths and looked dull.
The core disciple, Fei Fei, the strong man of the real spirit, was killed by Sumo in a punch.
The strength of Sumo has been so strong that it is so strong?
Originally, there was a sneer, and the smile on his face solidified and turned into a gloomy.
Pang He, Meng Han, and even the elders are also ugly.
Contrary to them, the two elders, the elders of Wei and so on, who are too elders, have a smile on their faces.
Wang Hui stood next to Wei’s elders and saw that Sumo’s fist smashed Fei Fei’s fist, and he was amazed again and again. Sumo’s strength has now surpassed him far!
In the field, after Somo bombarded Fei Feiyu, his eyes turned and he stared at Panghe.
"Panghe, it's up to you! Now, I am giving you a life and death challenge, can you dare to fight?"
Sumo’s voice is faint, but listening to everyone’s ears is tantamount to thunder and thunder.
After Summon killed Yu Feiyu, he actually invited Panghe again! Really domineering!
Sudoku’s heart is not addictive, Su Mo really does not want to die, and he is eager to invite the Panghe!
Pang He is the person, the true spirit of the three weapons, Pang He's strength is not comparable to Fei Fei's flow, Pang He's strength in the forty-eight core disciples, enough to rank in the top ten, powerful.
Hey!
Hearing the invitation of Sumo, Panghe did not hesitate and flew to the field.
"Sumo, I didn't expect to be escaped by you last time. Your life is really hard!"
Panghe gloomy face, cold voice: "However, this time you take the initiative to find death, there will be no other way to live!"
Pang He's face is very ugly. He is a master of the three real souls. He went to chase Sumo, but he still hasn't killed him, so he has a burning sensation on his face.
He told Duan Jingtian that Sumo had been killed by him, and his body had not smashed into slag, but now Sumo came back intact, but he silently hit his face and let him face no face in front of the sky. Light.
"Panghe, you last chased and killed me, I am almost killed and killed, today I will kill you!"
Sumo's eyes gaze tightly at the opposite Pang, and the murder in his heart is full of essence. Last time, he was only a little bit, and he was killed in Panghe's hands. This hatred must be closed today.
Everyone was shocked. It turned out that Panghe had chased Sumo and had not killed him.
Wei Chang's brow wrinkled, he did not expect Tianmen actually secretly chased Sumo, sighed, Wei elders could not help but some fear, secretly, he is too much for the safety of Sumo!
"A ants who are in a spiritual environment, dare to kill me?"
Panghe’s disdainful color, Senran smiled:
The last time you could have good luck, this time you don’t want to have a way to live!

For Sumo's madness, Panghe did not mind at all. What he thought was Sumo. He never thought that Sumo had the ability to kill him.
嗡嗡嗡~~~
Panghe’s body was surging, and the momentum was soaring. The riots in the air formed a hurricane and went straight into the sky.
Hey! !
As the foot lifted, Panghe strode over to Sumo, and every time he took a step, his momentum increased by one point.
When the time is approaching Sumo, the momentum of Panghe is like a demon, and the sky is rewinding, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
If it is the general spirit of the nine warriors, just face the momentum of Pang He, it will collapse inside, afraid to shoot.
However, Pang He’s momentum has no influence on Sumo, and his shackles are still not fluctuating.
"Great and powerful!"

It’s not the strongest of the three real spirits. Pang’s strength is ten times stronger than Feifei’s!

"Sumo is over! Even if he goes against the sky, he can't beat Ponhe!"
A group of inside disciples and outside disciples exclaimed, and the stunned color was revealed.