Lei Yunzi screamed wildly, and an ancient armor appeared on his body, covered with thunder patterns and contained terrifying divine power, which actually blocked Qiu Haiyun's Thousand-Drive Purple Gold Mace.

With a flash, Lei Yunzi squeezed his seal with both hands and rushed out, like a violent tiger, with lightning filled his body, exploding the void with one punch, shocking the whole world.

Many saints and saints were amazed that this Thunder Yunzi is not the strongest saint of the Heavenly Thunder Holy Sect, but also has the realm of the seventh level of the divine wheel. Moreover, the magical powers of the Heavenly Thunder Holy Sect are mainly violent and domineering, and are very good at attacking, so in terms of momentum, they are quite amazing.

Qiu Haiyun sneered. He was also the seventh level of the divine wheel. The Thousand-Drive Purple Gold Mace in his hand was the treasure of the Pili Holy Hall in the past. Its power is extraordinary and unimaginable.

Now, he is standing in this place just to tell the world that after many years, the Pili Temple will rise again and fight for hegemony in the world!

"Thunder Yunzi will probably die in this battle."

Lu Yu's eyes were hot and he gently expressed his opinion.

Zhang Ruoyao said: "Unless you fight quickly, it is impossible..."

The words were still in my ears, and the battle situation on the field suddenly changed.

Qiu Haiyun used his great powers, and lightning floated on his skin, like countless electric snakes twisting, forming a mysterious formation on his skin.

In Qiu Haiyun's hand, the Thousand-Drive Purple Gold Mace instantly recovered to its strongest state, and countless lightning bolts intertwined, forming a devastating kill.

Lei Yunzi realized the danger and let out anger. He hurriedly defended with all his strength. The ancient armor on his body burst out with divine light, trying to intercept the invasion of lightning, but failed.

ah!

A shrill scream made many people feel hung up.

Lei Yunzi's face was distorted, his armor was pierced by the Qiandian Purple Gold Mace, and his heart was broken.

Countless lightnings wrapped around him, devouring his life frantically.

"You dare!"

Lei Yin roared angrily and rushed to the stage in an instant, but unfortunately it was too late.

Qiu Haiyun's purple gold mace trembled. Although a destructive force shattered Lei Yunzi's body, countless lightning shattered his martial soul, causing him to destroy both body and spirit!

The next second, the thunder electron attacks.

Qiu Haiyun dodged sideways, and the thousand-electric purple gold mace in his hand shone brightly, and countless lightning columns swirled around his body, forming a clever shield.

Xue Qianmo's face looked ugly. A saint son died. How can I explain this?

More importantly, for the sake of fairness of the game, she must also call the battle, otherwise she will be favoring the Tianlei Holy Sect.

"stop!"

Xue Qianmo waited for a moment, and Lei Xin used at least ten moves in a row, but he couldn't do anything to Qiu Haiyun.

"Does go."

Lei Xin stared at Xue Qianmo with murderous aura in his eyes. He insisted on killing Qiu Haiyun.

Xue Qianmo looked calm and advised: "The rules must be followed in the game, and the other grievances can be settled later."

As soon as these words were spoken, they received the support of the saints of various sects.

Although Lei Xin was very angry, he couldn't argue with Xue Qianmo in front of everyone.

Because Xue Qianmo didn't want to stop him from taking revenge, she just hoped that he would be patient for the time being and deal with his personal grudges later.

"Let you live a little longer, and I will kill you later!"

Lei Xin glared at Qiu Haiyun, his eyes shockingly murderous intent.

Qiu Haiyun snorted: "All there will be a battle between us sooner or later. If you want to kill me, you may not have the ability."

Turning around, Qiu Haiyun left, and he didn't ask for Lei Yunzi's magic weapon, he was completely disdainful.

Xue Qianmo persuaded Lei Electronics to go down, and the game continued, and the fourth round of lottery began.

On the altar, the masters of the Tianlei Holy Sect were so angry that their faces turned pale. The saints of this sect were killed by someone. This was simply a great humiliation.

"No. 12!"

Xue Qianmo was a little surprised and his eyes fell on Lu Yu and Zhang Ruoyao.

Zhang Ruoyao was a little worried and gently pulled Lu Yu's hand, signaling him not to be reckless.

Lu Yu smiled indifferently and flew onto the stage. He looked average with a weak appearance.

"You have a chance to challenge, and you can also choose to give up."

Lu Yu looked around and his eyes fell on the Holy Sword Pavilion's Holy Son.

"Just her."

Lu Yu pointed at the saint Zhao Yuner of the Holy Sword Pavilion.

This surprised many people.

Six people participated in the Holy Sword Pavilion this time, and they were divided into three saints and three saints.

Zhao Yuner is the oldest among the three saint candidates and the most well-known one.

Zhao Yuner's beauty is charming and enchanting, and is amazing.

She was confident and arrogant, and she was arrogant, and she didn't take Lu Yu seriously.

But in front of everyone, Zhao Yuner still maintained her holy image, flew onto the stage gracefully, and landed ten feet away from Lu Yu.

"It's really interesting to challenge me, but it takes more courage."

Lu Yu smiled and said, "You look at yourself too highly."

Zhang Ruoyao smiled bitterly. She had guessed that Lu Yu was interested in causing trouble today.

Zhao Yuner looked unhappy and snorted: "What a big tone, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to challenge this saint?"

Lu Yu looked around and laughed: "Talk about qualifications, okay, let's talk about qualifications."

Zhao Yuner said disdainfully: "You are just lucky. The lottery draw will give you a chance to challenge others. If not, what are you? How could you stand here and talk to this saint?"

Lu Yu looked at Zhao Yuner and mocked, "Do you really think it's a lucky chance to come here? There was a successor of the Nether Bone Holy Sect in front and a successor of the Pili Holy Temple behind. Do you think I'm a passerby who is not good-looking?"

Zhao Yuner's face changed slightly. Lu Yu's words were already so obvious. Even fools knew that he was definitely not an ordinary identity.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Lu Yu laughed and said coldly: "I want to tell you that I am the inheritor of the Beichen Holy Sect. Will you believe it?"

Zhao Yuner narrowed her eyes slightly and said disdainfully: "The Beichen Holy Sect has been destroyed for tens of thousands of years and has long disappeared. Do you think the identity of this inheritor is amazing? In front of my Holy Sword Pavilion, you have not yet challenged me."

This remark caused heated discussion. The Beichen Saint Gate was famous all over the world in the past, but unfortunately it was destroyed by the joint efforts of many holy sects, and it was indeed no longer a threat.

Lu Yu's eyes were cold and he snorted: "The inheritor of the Beichen Holy Sect is not qualified enough. I wonder if the descendant of the Tiansheng Sect is not qualified enough?"

Tiansheng Gate!

The first one responded fiercely was Qingxuan Holy Land, and the second one was Holy Sword Pavilion!

Zhao Yuner's eyes widened, she glared at Lu Yu, and scolded: "Who are you?"

Lu Yu sneered and asked back, "Who do you think I look like?"

The divine fire on Lu Yu's body was ignited, and his black hair burst out with strange light, appearing purple-red, but with a little silver light, which looked particularly weird.

A powerful aura was released from Lu Yu, and a elegant and handsome style was displayed in everyone's eyes.

At this moment, Lu Yu returned to his original appearance, his divine patterns bloomed around him, and the air flow gathered, forming a mysterious divine formation.

Zhao Yuner's face changed in surprise and she blurted out: "It's you, Lu Yu!"

Lu Yu!
Chapter completed!