Chapter 610

The spirit soldier is really different from other metal. The thunder and fire can't do anything to the spirit soldier of gold system. Feng Yixiu is also surprised for a moment.

Then Feng Yixiu winked at the end of the eastern summer, nodded his head, and then put a magic card behind him, looking nervously at Ye Chen's movement.

Feng Yixiu walks towards the motionless Ye Chen with a heavy face. When he turns his body over to look for his nose, ye Chen suddenly rises.

For a moment, the golden light of the Qianhuang dragon spear shot straight at fengyixiu's heart. The speed was very fast. It didn't look like a dying man at all.

Wind also repair eyebrow a frown, immediately with both hands block in his heart position, dead against the thorn over the Qianhuang dragon gun.

A drop of red blood drops down the palm of Feng Yixiu's hand. Feng Yixiu stares at Ye Chen in front of him with resentment. His face is incredible.

"Ha ha ha The wind also cultivates, just as the saying goes, war never bears deceit! You are too young to fight with me! " Ye Chen left Qianhuang dragon gun with both hands, and the whole person began to laugh wildly.

All the people in the audience stood up excitedly, as if cold water was poured into the hot oil, and it was boiling in an instant.

"It's shameless that ye Chen used such bad tricks!"

"Captain Feng is kind enough to let you die, but you have the audacity to try to kill him! Are you still a human being

"I've never seen such a brazen person!"

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For a moment, the whole auditorium was full of frying pan, and all the people stood up excitedly and scolded angrily.

If it had not been for the fact that the entire arena had not been isolated by the ability barrier, many people would have been unable to help but teach this ye Chen a lesson.

Ye Chen didn't mean to repent at all. Instead, he yelled around: "you can scold! Scold as much as you can! Anyway, the final winner of this game is our Shenfeng team

"Ye Chen, we have given you a chance. It's you who don't cherish it!"

Suddenly, a cold voice quietly appeared behind Ye Chen, without any warning, as if he appeared behind him out of thin air.

This man is no one else. He is holding a secret silver dagger at the end of summer in the East. The dagger in his hand emits piercing cold light in the sun, which directly resists yechen's heart position.

Ye Chen seems to have been watched by the God of death. He has just experienced the endless purgatory of fire. At the moment, he is like falling into an endless abyss, feeling incomparably cold.

However, after he responded, he was arrogant and said with a laugh: "I am a third-order martial arts man. His muscles and bones are like copper and iron. Don't waste your efforts! Besides, your team leader is dead, and your spiritual power is almost consumed. You'd better admit defeat to me! "

"Who said I was dead?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, just like a ghost in hell, emitting endless anger.

Hearing this sound, ye Chen's heart almost stopped suddenly. He saw his head turning around like a robot. He just saw Feng Yixiu's murderous eyes.

This level of murderous spirit, as if facing the Shura from hell, made him feel chilly, the whole person was scared pale.

Without saying a word, Feng also threw the Qianhuang dragon gun to one side and kicked Ye Chen's chest directly.

At this time, yechen's back is against that sharp silver dagger, it is like a quick knife cutting tofu, easily stabbed into yechen's heart.