This spirit soldier is really different from ordinary metal. This thunder fire can't help this spirit soldier of the gold system. Feng Yixiu was also surprised for a moment.
Then Feng Yixiu glanced towards the end of Eastern Xia Xia. He nodded at the end of Eastern Xia Xia, and then placed a magic card behind him, looking nervously at Ye Chen's movement.
Feng Yixiu walked heavily towards the motionless Ye Chen. When he turned his body over and probed his nose, Ye Chen burst into shock.
For a time, the golden light of the Qianlong Dragon Gun was released, and it stabbed straight towards the position of the heart of Feng Yixiu. The speed was very fast. It was not like a dying person at all.
Feng Yixiu frowned, and immediately blocked his heart with his hands, and he sternly resisted the thorned Qianhuang Dragon Gun.
A drop of Yinhong's blood dripped down Feng Yixiu's palm. Feng Yixiu stared resentfully at Ye Chen in front of him, and his face was incredible.
"Hahaha... Feng Yixiu, the so-called soldiers are not deceitful! Your kid is fighting me a little bit younger!" Ye Chen left Qianhuang Dragon Gun with both hands, and the whole person began to laugh crazy.
Everyone in the auditorium stood up excitedly, as if cold water was poured into the hot oil, and it instantly boiled.
"This Ye Chen's use of such tricks is so shameless!"
"Captain Feng kindly gave you a dog's life, and you are brazen and in turn want to kill him! Are you still human!"
"Lao Tzu has never seen such a brazen person!"
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For a time, the entire auditorium was frying, and everyone stood up excitedly and scolded.
If it weren't for the entire performance martial arts field was isolated by the ability barrier, I am afraid that many people could not help but go up to teach this Ye Chen.
Ye Chen did not mean to regret it, but shouted towards the surroundings: "You scold it! Scold it as much as you want! Anyway, the final winner of this game is our Shenfeng team!"
"Ye Chen, we have given you a chance, you don't cherish yourself!"
Suddenly, a cold voice appeared quietly behind Ye Chen, without any warning, as if he appeared behind him out of thin air.
This person was no one else. It was the late Eastern Xia Dynasty holding a Mithril Dagger. The dagger in his hand exuded the biting cold light under the sun, and he directly pressed against Ye Chen's heart.
Ye Chen seemed to be stared at by death, and had just experienced the endless flame purgatory. At this moment, he fell into the endless abyss and felt extremely cold.
But after he responded, he laughed arrogantly: "Laozi is a third-order source warrior. His bones and bones are like copper and iron. You don’t have to waste your energy! Moreover, your captain is dead, and your spiritual energy is almost consumed. , Let me admit defeat!"
"Who said I was dead?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded like an evil spirit under hell, exuding endless anger.
Ye Chen heard this sound, and his heart was almost scared to a sudden stop. I saw his head turned rigid like a robot, and I just saw Feng Yixiu's murderous eyes.
This level of murderousness, as if facing Shura from hell, made him feel shudder, and the whole person was scared and pale.
Without saying anything, Feng Yixiu threw the Qianhuang Dragon Gun directly to the side, kicking it directly on Ye Chen's chest.
At this time, Ye Chen was leaning against the sharp Mithril Dagger. It was like a quick knife cutting tofu, easily piercing Ye Chen's heart.