With a bang, a black mana suddenly erupted from Yin Jueming's body.
The majestic magic power condensed on the top of Yin Jueming's head, and finally formed the appearance of an eight-armed Shura, which was very terrifying.
Yin Jueming took a step forward and punched Lu Wudi fiercely.
At the same time, behind him, the huge eight-armed Shura suddenly stretched out his palm and struck down Lu Wudi heavily.
Click, click, click!
On the surrounding ground, countless stone bricks could not withstand the strong pressure, so they flew directly from the ground and flew towards the landing invincible.
"He is stronger than Yin Lifeng!" Lu Wudi's face darkened and he was about to take action.
But at this moment, a man in green shirt suddenly appeared in front of Lu Wudi.
Lu Yu took a step forward and appeared in front of Lu Wudi in an instant.
"It's you!" Lu Wudi recognized Lu Yu.
If it weren't for Lu Yu, he would probably have been suffering from erysipelas forever and would never have a chance to escape.
Lu Wudi shouted anxiously: "Get out of the way!"
Lu Yu is just a supreme being, but the person opposite him is a powerful person from the Sanxian Realm of Yinluo Sect.
"At this time, there is actually someone who will die for Lu Wudi?" Yin Jueming sneered: "Since you want to die so much, I will help you."
After saying this, Yin Jueming let out a long roar, and the eight-armed Shura hit Lu Yu hard.
"Nine Dragons Overlord!" Lu Yu suddenly released a powerful mana from his body, and a faint dragon roar came from his body. He took a step forward and punched out.
boom--
A fierce wave of air suddenly spread from the center of the fight between the two to the surrounding areas.
"What a great strength!" Yin Jueming's expression changed, and then he laughed angrily: "Fight with me in terms of physical strength, you're looking for death!"
Yin Jueming suddenly recited a burst of ancient and complicated mantras, and many tiny words appeared on his solid body, densely covering his skin.
He opened his mouth wide, and the eight-armed Shura shadow in the air was instantly swallowed into his body.
At the same time, Yin Jueming's body expanded several times, almost three times as tall as an ordinary person.
"Let's come again!" Yin Jueming's voice became much rougher.
Lu Yu's eyes narrowed: "Borrowing souls from hell to strengthen yourself?"
Lu Yu could naturally see through this kind of magic at a glance.
After his spell was exposed, Yin Jueming snorted coldly and roared: "You are trying to be mysterious, I will kill you alive today!"
Lu Yu didn't waste any time talking to him, and directly used his Taichu body to engage in a melee with him.
There were constant loud noises in the air. The movements of the two were too fast. Many ordinary monks around them could only catch the shadows of the two, but could not clearly see their moves.
"Black Dragon Claw!" Lu Yu found the opponent's opportunity and cast a spell boldly.
A black dragon claw suddenly grabbed Yin Jueming's shoulder, and with a sizzling sound, a piece of flesh was torn off in an instant.
Yin Jueming struggled to hold on, and he always felt that his strength seemed to be suppressed and could not be fully exerted.
"Shura is a high-level existence in hell. How can I not be able to compare with this mere boy when I use it?" Yin Jueming screamed bitterly in his heart.
He could feel that the Yin Qi he borrowed from the method was dissipating bit by bit under Lu Yu's fist.
And as these Yin Qi disappear, his strength is also weakened little by little.
When Yin Lifeng and several other elders saw this, they were also shocked.
This Wang Chen, even the Eighth Hall Master couldn't suppress him.
"Could it be that he is a powerful loose immortal? This...how is this possible!" Yin Lifeng said in a trembling voice.