The God of War Challenging Heaven

The four elemental seeds at Dantian burned violently under his brimstone.

At the same time, Qin Yi also prompted the left hand of the Heavenly Demon to enter the state of emptiness.

This mirror in front of us is obviously the grandchildren's family. One of the ancestors retained it. The power of the war is absolutely unusual and terrifying. Qin Yi dared not have any totality.

When he touched Qin Yi's eyes, he wiped out the will to fight. Old Baishu smiled slightly. "Young man, you do have some nerve. Okay, now that you're confident you can take the next ten moves, you're welcome. ”

Boo!

Next moment.

The old whitewasher stopped talking and slapped him.

The speed of the slap was unspeakable, as if it directly smashed one side of the void, and between the blinks, it split into Qin Yi's eyes.

Fortunately, Qin Yi had already entered a state of emptiness, otherwise this clap could be hit.

Cloud trick!

Qin Yi's figure suddenly became like a ghost charm. The whole person floated out under the palm of the old man Baishu.

Just off the line, this palm of the old whitewasher was already hit by Qin Yi's chest.

Meanwhile, Qin Yi caught the Yan Yun Long Gun in his hand. He shook the Long Gun, crossed the void, and stabbed the old man with a white beard.

That speed, too, was fast to the limit, and between winks, it was stabbed in the chest of the white-wheeled old man.

Mm-hmm.

Feeling the trembling gunshot, the white-wheeled old man slightly slammed.

“Young man, nice! ”

The old whitebeard smiled slightly, his palms flipped, and he hit the smoke cloud with a long gun.

Qin Yidong felt the power of this clap was incredibly powerful. His arms holding the gun were all slightly shaken and numb.

Without waiting for him to return to God, the figure of the old man Baishu also suddenly became a ghost charm, floating, and jumped up. The toe gently on the long gun of the smoke cloud. In between the blinks, it floated to Qin Yi's eyes, the second palm facing Qin Yi's neck, crushing away.

The palm was as sharp as a sharp blade. The palm had not been cut yet. Qin Yi's neck was a hidden pain.

This old whitebeard is unparalleled in speed and power!

Qin Yi sighed herself.

The presence of an ancestral rank, with full force, is truly terrible.

However, he, the white-wheeled old man, who had entered a state of emptiness, doubled his speed in his eyes.

His upper and lower consciousness fell backwards, and the palms of the white-wheeled old man were crushed against his neck.

If this clap is cut, even if Qin Yi has an unparalleled physical defense, he is afraid to move his head.

His body rested on the ground, as if it were a light smoke, and in an instant it floated out more than a dozen lengths.

The next moment, he held a gun with one hand, and the whole man was in a straight line with the longgun, rushing toward the old whitewasher at great speed.

“Psst!”

His speed was too fast, and the sharp long gun, instantly, passed through the chest of the confessed old man.

However, at the same moment.

Behind Qin Yi, a slight air wave appeared suddenly.

“I stabbed only the shadow of the old whitewasher! ”

Feeling this slight air wave, Qin Yi immediately made such a judgment. He was in constant shape and turned into a light smoke.

“Phew…”

One palm, attached to Qin Yi's coat, slapped past, hit the shadow of the old man Baishu, the whole shadow could be blown away.

Qin Yi looked back and said that the man with the palm of his hand, Huo Run, was the old man with the white beard.

How fast is it to break your own shadow?

Qin Yi looked shocked, afraid of being slightly lazy. He had a long gun in his hand and swept it hard toward the Baishu old man. Suddenly, a large dense and numb gun shadow was like a giant wave, rushing out toward the Baishu old man.

And the figure of the old white beard suddenly thinned into a piece of paper. From that dense and numb gun shadow, as soon as it passed through, it came to Qin Yi's eyes. Without saying a word, he waved his palm straight to Qin Yi's face and chopped it.

Qin Yi was in a hurried shape, dangerously and dangerously escaped from the palm of the Baishu elderly man. He stabbed him with a gun. The two of them crossed paths. In the end, it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

The fighting between the two men was unusually intense, but there was no sound, and the whole scene of the fight seemed rather strange.

Qin Yi played the martial arts of "Liu Yun Zhi" to the extreme. With his current modification, coupled with the possession of water element seeds, Baishu elderly attack speed, how quickly, but still can't crack Qin Yi.

In a moment, the old whitewasher has struck out eight hands!

As long as Qin Yi is able to take over his top 10 players, Qin Yi will go up to the second level even if he passes the customs clearance.

At some point.

“Bloom! ”

Qin Yi, who entered the state of emptiness in the midst of a wild war, finally discovered that the Baishu elderly had revealed a very slight splash when attacking.

Fire!

Whoops!

Qin Yi's long gun struck a broken voice and crossed the void, passing through the throat of the confessed old man.

The attack by the old white beard was suddenly stiff.

“Senior, I'm sorry, you defeated! ”

Qin Yi put away his long gun and said respectfully.

The old whitewasher blinked incredibly: "Not only did you take my nine hands, but you beat me with one shot when I was about to split the tenth! Young man, the old man seemed to underestimate you. You are indeed good and qualified to enter the second level. ”

Yan Bi, his whole person suddenly dissipated.

It was just a mirror. Qin Yi shot a hole in the throat and it would naturally disappear.

However, the true nature of the whitewashed elderly is not affected in any way by this.

“Finally, we can move on to the second level. ”

Looking at the slowly dissipating Baishu old man, Qin Yichang exhaled. Junyi's face turned up with a delightful slight smile.

Spin him without further delay, put away the long gun, crossed the stone gate and entered the second floor of the Bayminton Tower.

Four hours have passed since the start of the competition!

“Despite being familiar with this hundred gate tower just three days ahead of schedule, if I'm right, he should still be on the second floor. ”

Qin Yi made such a judgement.

On the second floor of this 100 gate tower, there are 101 channels as well, and it's not easy to find the right one from these 101 channels.

Even the four-layer institutions may be similar, but being in such an extremely complex maze is extremely easy to get lost.

“Buzz...”

In order to verify whether his speculation is correct, Qin Yi prompted his left hand to elicit a sense of spiritual power, covering the entire second layer of this hundred gate tower.