Chapter 1300 Who Else?

"Must win?" Ling Dong pointed the rifle at Ye Zhuixun and chuckled: "Based on your current situation, are you sure you can win?"

As he spoke, powerful Yuan Power was condensed and raging at the tip of the rifle, making everyone couldn't help but exclaim, exclaiming at the depth of the Yuan Power in Ling Dong's body!

bass!

Ye Zhuixun's eyes lit up with blazing fire: "I will definitely win!"

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

From fourteen years old to eighteen years old!

He couldn't keep her waiting any longer!

Buzz!

Ye Zhuixun raised his sore and numb arm, and a hint of madness flashed across his cold and arrogant pale face...

Off stage.

Lou Qianxue's expression tightened, and she held the handrail, forcing herself not to make a move.

"Master!" Lin Tingfeng's eyes were full of anxiety: "What does senior brother want to do?"

"I don't know." Lou Qianxue's voice was dull and cold: "But I know that he will never give up easily!"

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

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

On the stage, Ye Zhuixun raised his arms. His energy was almost exhausted, but there was another powerful force surrounding his arms: "I am senior brother..."

"You shouldn't be weaker than your junior brother..."

His lips were bitten and bled: "Elder brother, you should act like a senior brother..."

"The lion roars furiously!"

He only knows this one punch!

Still only use this punch!

But this punch seems a little different from the usual punches!

boom!

The colorful power lingered on Ye Zhuixun's arm. Ye Zhuixun quickly kicked off the ground and wreaked havoc on Yuanli. He smashed the terrifying rifle head...

Bah...

But in an instant, the rifle turned into dust under the power of color...

but!

at the same time--

"ah--"

On the stage, there was blood splattering, and the bloody and tragic scene made many sect disciples scream in shock...

boom!

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Ye Zhuixun's right arm exploded like a rifle that turned into dust...

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered!

The killing intent is awe-inspiring!

bass!

Lou Qianxue's expression suddenly changed and she stood up in a loss of temper: "Ye Zhuixun!"

Ye Zhuixun's face was as pale as paper, and the blood from the broken arm splattered all over his face and body. He looked like he was about to fall down in the next moment, but his eyes seemed to be burning with flames. It was so bright that it was shocking, staring straight at Ling Dong...

Ling Dong's heart trembled. Even though he had a spiritual weapon, an inscription, and a profound foundation of Yuanli, he was still captured by Ye Zhuixun's eyes. He seemed unable to breathe and could only hold the rifle sluggishly...

Let the power of color spread to him along the way of the ring gun...

"ah--"

My palms tingled, but I didn’t have time to react...

The power of color followed him like a shadow, swallowing him up in an instant...

His whole body, like a seventh-level spiritual weapon, a carbine, turned into dust in the colorful light...

"!!!" Everyone opened their eyes in shock and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They didn't understand 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 exactly is the power of color?

Why is it so scary!

"..." The faces of the master of the East Region Pavilion and many elders were twitching even more...

He deliberately planned to play an extra game and bet heavily on Ling Dong, but...

But, lost!

"Who else?" Standing on one arm with dizzy eyes, Ye Zhuixun stood expressionlessly on the martial stage, looking down, and asked coldly.