Su Yan didn't even move, and directly defeated Liu Haizhu, who was in the same realm. From the audience, Liu Haizhu screamed sorrowfully. Everyone rushed over and found that his punching hand was drooping and the shirt on his arm. They all shattered, the veins burst, and blood oozes in some places, which is full of horror.
Who is this? The shot is too heavy. I'm talking about it. Everyone is in the same game. Is it necessary? Liu Haizhu's arm will not get better without two or three months.
And the inner disciple on the stage just glanced coldly, then had a look that had nothing to do with him, still holding his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for the next challenger.
"I'm coming!" Someone couldn't stand it anymore, he threw ten yuan of the source of the gods, jumped up, his cultivation level suddenly radiated out, and he was still a Nirvana Great Perfection, and he saw the coldness in his eyes.冽, the palm of his hand was held out of thin air, and a cyan wind blade was condensed purely by soul power.
"Offended!" The outer disciple said, and without hesitation, the wind blade in his hand swiped at this moment and turned into a sky wind blade, heading directly towards Su Yan, and he himself was like a hand. The wind blade was general, mixed in it, and hit Su Yan directly.
"Too slow!" Su Yan's eyes flashed with perspective, and said lightly.
Sneez!
The harsh sound sounded quietly, and the ground that was made of blue bricks became fragmented at this time.
And the sea of wind formed by the powerful wind blade passes directly through Su Yan's body, facing such a powerful offensive, you can't avoid it at all.
And this outer disciple came to Su Yan in an instant, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and slapped him with a palm.
But soon, the smile on his face stiffened, because his hand went through his chest.
"Void, phantom?"
"I said, you are too slow!" Su Yan's voice suddenly sounded behind him, making him creepy. This is too fast, so fast that the previous shadow has not had time to dissipate.
He turned around abruptly, but it was too late, Su Yan burst into ruthless eyes, shot out his right palm, and saw an astonishing arc of thunder from his palm.
boom!
This man named Lu Feng didn't even turn his body, but he vomited blood and flew out, hitting the crowd heavily.
"You—" Lu Feng struggled to get up, vomiting another blood clot mixed with internal organs, and fainted.
A few friends hurriedly went to see and saw such a serious injury, the flaws were suddenly cracked: "This brother, the shot is too vicious."
"Trash one, you guys, you can go together!" At the moment, the clone Su Yan is only left with the fighting spirit, and the three arrogantly holding Lu Feng with one finger, all of them are in Nirvana Realm Great Perfection.
As Su Yan's words fell, everyone was in an uproar, unknowingly, there were already too many people around this battle arena, but no one else was watching.
The three of them glanced at each other, fists creaked, one of them took out a pill to Lu Feng suit, and then each took out ten divine origins and jumped up.
"Offended!" The three of them skipped the salute, and directly started to cooperate with the fight.
In less than a stick of incense, the three of them fell down from the stage one by one, screaming and blood flowing.
"The so-called outer disciple, but there is not even one who can fight, it is a bunch of rubbish!" The avatar Su Yan pointed to the crowd watching.
This is really an insult to Chi Luoluo, the inner disciples are already so rampant that they ignore others.
"I recognize him, he, he is Su Yan, the latest disciple of Inner Sect Elder Ling Yu."
"That's right, it's him, God of mildew, he almost didn't recognize him with his personality."
"You're talking about the one who kept Fairy Ann deflated?"
"It's him, the last one to join the inner disciple."
"Isn't he always talking about it, he refused to face Fairy An's several challenges, what about today—"
"Who knows, taking the wrong medicine, just like changing the individual, one mouth offends the entire outer courtyard disciple."
……
The crowd was buzzing, and they gritted their teeth one by one in the face of Su Yan's rampant words.
Wang Li, the sixth disciple of the fourth elder Nangongchen, is also a Nirvana Realm Dzogchen. He had met Su Yan when he was apprentice, and he recognized him when he came.
In the face of such a fierce attack, he was proud. After all, Su Yan represented his inner sect, and he also let the disciples of the outer courtyard see what the gap between them and the inner sect disciple was.
However, this kid's shots were a bit too vicious, right? After a few games, even he couldn't see it, especially when he insulted at the end, let him make a thorough decision that he should go to teach this junior.
Because every word you say now represents all our disciples in the inner court, in this way, let others think of us.
His Wang Li, is not comparable to those of the Great Perfection of Nirvana in the outer courtyard. Whether it is the solidity of soul power, or the skills and combat skills he cultivates, they are the most top-notch. Let me take care of you. Don't let the outer courtyard underestimate our inner courtyard.
The words of one person do not mean everyone!
Just when a few more disciples from the outer courtyard were about to take the stage to save their face, a figure in red jumped up the stage ahead of time.
Su Yan's eyes narrowed and he became solemnly for the first time, but it was only solemnly. This challenger to Nirvana Dzogchen can let him learn more, which is very good.
"Inner courtyard disciple Wang Li, come to challenge Junior Brother Su, please advise!" Su Yan looked at Wang Li, and then pointed to the source of God under the platform.
Wang Li's face flushed, he even forgot about it, and then took out ten divine sources and threw them there.
"It's Senior Brother Wang Li, haha, he looks good now."
"This kind of arrogant people have even seen the gentle brother Wang, I thought all the inner disciples were like this, it was too chilling."
"Senior Brother Wang, teach him a good lesson and let him remember to speak wild words. There is also a price to pay."
…
Suddenly, everyone seemed to have found the backbone, and the crowd yelled in indignation from below. Standing on the stage, Wang Li had a sense of honor of being a chivalrous man and begging for life.
Curious!
"Junior Brother Su, I only have one request. If I win, I don't want the thousand gods, as long as you apologize to everyone!" Wang Li said.
Suddenly, the many disciples in the outer courtyard below were very excited. Someone called out'Brother Wang' first, and soon everyone was yelling.
The clone is Su Yan with drooping eyelids, looking at Wang Li, without saying a word, his footsteps stepped back, and the breath surged throughout his body.
Hey~
Wang Li sighed, and was also ready to fight, why should he be so stubborn.
Less than half an hour later, Wang Li screamed, with one hand drooping, and the other holding the broken ribs. His face was covered with blood, and even his right leg was torn out a tiger's mouth, and he was kicked off the battle platform. (End of this chapter)