Yang Huanyu, who was surrounded by tens of thousands of people, had been restrained by the seven cultivators of Gu Yuntian. With one person fighting against the seven cultivators, Yang Huanyu felt unprecedented oppression.
In addition, tens of thousands of people were constantly attacking with guns and weapons. At this time, Yang Huanyu was completely trapped.
Their speed is so fast that even Kyushu's cameras have trouble capturing the action.
"Boy, you dare to take over Long Dian at such a young age. Today, this is where you will be buried!" Gu Yuntian roared angrily, pressing forward step by step, attacking fiercely from the sky, bullying him.
"superior!"
"superior!"
"superior!"
From the other six directions, six figures were also approaching.
The power of the seven cultivators came from seven directions, like a rainbow, directly breaking through the air with a mighty force.
The troops on the ground fired continuously with guns, and Yang Huanyu was pressed closer and closer.
He is only one person.
This is his battle.
Boom boom boom!!
Finally, a series of explosions came, and the weapon in Gu Yuntian's hand was heard, accompanied by the sound of air explosions. The weapon was radiant, and the weapon had penetrated Yang Huanyu's shoulder.
Bang bang bang!!
The attacks from other cultivators had already fallen, and Yang Huanyu, who was in mid-air, was knocked out of the air and fell heavily to the ground.
Boom!!
There was an explosion where Yang Huanyu landed, and light flashed.
...
at the same time.
In the strange city, surrounded by many strange city guards, he was pierced by a spear in the shoulder and flew out.
After getting up, the wound continued to bleed1
...
"Yang Huanyu!"
"Proud of the War Lord!"
Everyone in Kyushu who was paying attention shouted.
They all opened their eyes wide and watched as this nineteen-year-old boy faced off against someone who was far superior to them in terms of age, experience, numbers, and strength.
Everyone held their breath.
When the light of the explosion dissipated, they saw Yang Huanyu standing up, but his shoulder was already bleeding profusely.
"Kill you!"
Gu Yuntian's roar sounded, and Baxu didn't give him any time to pause and rushed over again.
And, it’s so fast!
Bang bang bang!!
Gu Yuntian's feet were wrapped in dazzling light, and he kicked Yang Huanyu's chest one after another. With each kick, a mouthful of blood gushed out from Yang Huanyu.
After a few kicks, Yang Huanyu flew backwards and hit the rocks in the distance heavily.
"You're done!"
The rest of Baxu followed closely.
The other six people jumped up, raising the weapons in their hands above their heads, catching up with Yang Huanyu who was flying upside down, and fell with a sharp attack.
...
at the same time.
In the strange city.
The spear of the Guicheng cavalry stabbed him, and life or death was just a matter of a thought.
...
Although Yang Huanyu and his mentor are not on the same battlefield, it seems that their hearts are closely connected.
Under his gaze, six other people from Baxu had already come to kill him, and there was no time for him to think about it too much.
These people had sneers on their faces and looked ferocious.
In their eyes, Yang Huanyu was already a dead man.