Chapter 787

Golden Bell Jar!

The warrior in the iron cloth shirt looks at Su Yang in shock, and the sullen look on his face disappears. Instead, it's inconceivable. He thinks that the iron cloth shirt can be invincible in the world. Unexpectedly, Su Yang cultivates a more powerful golden bell jar than the iron cloth shirt, and his cultivation is extremely strong. With his full strength, he can't shake Su Yang.

"You pretend to be possessed." Su Yang said in a cold voice that the iron cloth warrior's breath is disordered, and the real Qi is against the current. This is the symptom of being possessed by the devil, but the other side keeps awake, which is something wrong. Even if it's not pretended, at least it shows that the other side is not completely possessed by the devil.

The warrior in the iron cloth shirt laughed and said, "even if you practice the Golden Bell Hood, I can kill you. Look at my iron fist." As soon as the voice fell, his fists were like raindrops constantly smashing on the golden bell cover, burst out bursts of golden light, and the deafening sound resounded in the hall.

Seeing this scene, the frantically fleeing rich people stopped one after another. Although they were afraid, their curiosity overcame their fear and stopped to wait and see. The rich people who often watch the challenge arena have seen a lot of warriors and wonderful fights, but it's the first time for them to see them like today.

Du Zihua and Xiong Da have been stunned. As for Hu Fei, they have already run away.

"Uncle, is your friend so powerful? Other warriors can't bear a blow, but your friend is as stable as Mount Tai, towering and motionless. You can still stand on your feet despite the surging waves. It's powerful. It's really powerful. " The bear exclaimed.

"I know Su Yang is a master, but I didn't expect him to be so strong." Du Zihua sighed.

When the tiebushan fighters hit more than 100 punches, the consumption is too large, and the attack strength gradually weakens.

Su Yang suddenly removed the golden bell cover and said in a cold voice, "I thought you could bring me some fun. Unfortunately, you let me down."

Seeing that the golden bell cover disappeared, the warrior in the iron cloth shirt naively believed that it was because of his strong attack that Su Yang couldn't support him. He suddenly became very excited and concentrated on hitting Su Yang again.

Su Yang stretched out a finger, seemingly very slow. Du Zihua and others even worried that Su Yang couldn't keep up with him. In fact, as soon as the iron cloth warrior's fist arrived, Su Yang's finger just resisted the fist. At the moment when the fist and finger contacted, Su Yang's finger turned into pure gold.

Ah!

The iron cloth warrior screamed and retreated more than ten meters decisively. Looking down, he found that his fist, which was harder than steel, was punctured by Su Yang's fingers. His whole fist was covered with blood. The pain in his heart made the iron cloth warrior feel miserable.

For many years have not felt the pain of the iron cloth shirt martial arts, very not adapt to the pain of howling.

"I'll write down this account today. When we meet again, it will be your death." The warrior in the iron cloth shirt said in a deep voice and turned to go.

Su Yang snorted with disdain, waved his hand, and a white light flashed by. The magic weapon turned into a magic weapon, trapping the iron cloth warrior.

"Whimsical, trying to trap me with this broken card?" With a cold voice of disdain, the warrior in the iron cloth shirt waved and tore. Just for a moment, the warrior's face became extremely heavy. The strength of this one was beyond his imagination. You know, even if it was steel wire, he could easily tear it.

But this one can't be broken.

"Tell me where you came from." Su Yang said coldly.