Chapter 61 (1/2)
Naturally, Chen Yu doesn't know that he has been watched by a real elder of the clan. He stands on the challenge arena and looks ahead.
There, a beautiful girl in silver armor stands.
Her whole body is full of holy light, and even her hair is almost covered with silver luster. Her legs are straight and slender, and her waist is like a willow. It contains amazing elasticity. It seems that she is weak, but she gives people a sense of heroism. It is the rain of Sanskrit poetry.
In the body of sanshiyu, the two completely opposite temperament of softness and firmness, perfectly integrated into one, has a fascinating atmosphere.
Nowadays, many disciples of Xuantian sect have regarded Sanskrit Shiyu as a goddess, known as one of the top ten goddesses of Xuantian sect. Among the disciples, they have a high popularity.
Fan Shiyu looks at Chen Yu and whispers, ”brother Chen, you are not my opponent. You and Nie Qianran went out of Qingyang Town together with Nie Qianran. I don't want to fight you. If you hurt your friendship, you'd better take the initiative to admit defeat.”
Chen Yu touches his nose and feels depressed. Ya's self is underestimated, and she is still looked down upon by such a gorgeous beauty.
He knew that van Shiyu said so with good intentions and did not want to hurt him.
However, it would hurt his man's self-esteem too much. If he did, he would not be able to see people for many years.
With a harmless smile, Chen Lei says, ”younger martial sister fan, younger martial sister NIE is younger martial sister Nie. I am me. You don't have to be merciful to me because of younger martial sister Nie.
Similarly, I will not be merciful to you for this reason. It is impossible for me to give up this war, and I also have reasons not to give up. So, needless to say, those useless ones, let's go. ”
Fan Shiyu heard his determination from Chen Lei's words.
Although I don't know why Chen Yu insists on this, fan Shiyu still respects Chen Lei's decision.
The weak expression on her face swept away, replaced by a strong sense of war, said: ”in this case, I will not be polite, I will not be merciful.”
Chen Lei said: ”each other, each other, please do it.”
Fan Shiyu gives a big drink. His palm is covered with silver light. The whole person strides over the distance of more than ten meters between the two, and blows hard at Chen Yu's heart.
”Hum!”
The piercing sound of the blow and the strong air wave make Chen Lei's cheek ache, which shows the power of the fist.
Chen Yu doesn't give in. He lifts up the green mountains to fold the mountain palms, and slaps it at Van Shiyu.
Their fists and palms intersect, and countless true Qi is instantly shattered by the shock, and then it flows into countless directions. The powerful turbulence blows the hair of Chen Lei and van Shiyu, and their eyes flash with light at the same time.
Just for the first time, van Shiyu knew that Chen Yu's strength was not inferior to her.
Chen Lei can also judge that fan Shiyu is worthy of being the strong one to defeat liekun and Xiang Huayun successively, and his strength is admirable.
He tried to find out the depth of Chen Lei. Fan Shiyu did his best to find out Chen Lei's depth. The king of Vatican's Zhanshen fist was one after another, and the fist was more fierce than the other. The air was blown to pieces, and he went to Chen lightning with incomparable power.
The Vatican's formula of war god stresses the domineering and arrogant spirit of indomitable, invincible and world-class.
At this time, the Vatican poetry rain, the Vatican God of war, the characteristics of the play incisively and vividly, the whole person is like an invincible female god of war with divine brilliance, fierce and domineering, and her beautiful face, forming a strong contrast, with a strange beauty.
Many of the disciples of xuantianzong who are watching the battle are already infatuated with the unique aura of Sanskrit rain.