Strongest Eccentric Consort Chapter 1262: Who else?

"Must win?" Ling Dong held a carbine and pointed at Ye Zunxun with a chuckle: "Based on what you are now, are you sure that you can win?"

While speaking, the head of the carbine shot, there was a powerful Yuan force condensing, wreaking havoc, making everyone couldn't help but exclaim, exclaiming the depth of Yuan force in Ling Dong's body!

Bang!

Ye chased his eyes with raging fire: "I will definitely win!"

The girl's beautiful and peaceful appearance flashed through his mind. For four years, he hadn't seen her for four years!

From fourteen to eighteen!

He can't keep her waiting any longer!

Om!

Ye Zhuixun raised his sore and numb arms, and a faint trace of madness flashed across his cold and arrogant pale face...

Offstage.

Lou Qianxue's expression tightened, holding the handrail, forcing herself not to do anything.

"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, he will never admit defeat easily!"

She knew the importance of this battle to Ye Zunxun, so she didn't call it a stop on her own initiative!

"I am Master's first disciple..."

On the stage, Ye Zunxun raised his arm. His Yuan strength was almost exhausted, but he had other powerful forces surrounding his arm: "I'm the senior brother..."

"Should not be weaker than junior and junior..."

He bleeds from the bite of his lips: "Senior brother, you should have the attitude of a big brother..."

"Crazy-lion-furious-roar!"

He can only punch this one!

Still only use this punch!

But this punch seems to be a little different from the usual punch!

Boom!

The power of color lingered on Ye Zunxun's arm, Ye Zunxun quickly kicked up and raged towards Yuan Li, the shocking carbine head, smashed hard...

呲...

In an instant, the carbine turned into dust under the power of color...

But!

Meanwhile—

"Ah-"

On the stage, there were blood splattered, **** and tragic scenes, which made many sect disciples scream...

Boom!

Under the shocked and inexplicable gazes of everyone, Ye Zunxun's right arm exploded like a carbine turned into dust...

All of a sudden, blood and blood splattered!

The killing intent is awe-inspiring!

Bang!

Lou Qianxue's expression suddenly changed, and she got up: "Ye chase!"

Ye Zunxun's face was as pale as paper, and the blood from the broken arm was splashed all over his face and body. He looked like he was about to fall down the next moment, but his eyes seemed to be burning. Like a flame, bright and startling, staring straight at Ling Dong...

Ling Dong's heart trembled, even though he had a spiritual tool, an inscription pattern, and a deep foundation of Yuan Power, he was still caught by Ye Zizun's eyes, the whole figure seemed to be unable to breathe, and he could only hold the carbine sluggishly ...

Let the power of color spread to him along the carbine...

"Ah-"

My palm is tingling, and it's too late to react...

The power of color, like a shadow, engulfs him in an instant...

His whole body, like a seventh-order spiritual weapon, was turned into dust in the colorful brilliance...

"!!!" Everyone widened their eyes in astonishment, staring at the scene in disbelief, not knowing why, the situation would reverse in an instant!

Obviously, the one who has the upper hand is Dongyu Pavilion Lingdong, isn't it?

Also, what is the power of color?

Why so scary!

"..." The cheeks of the pavilion master of the East Region and many elders were even more twitching...

We are planning to play an extra game, betting on Ling Dong countless times, but...

But, lose!

"Who else?" Ye Zongxun, who stood on one arm and dizzy eyes, stood on the martial stage expressionlessly, looked down, and asked coldly.