The dozens of disciples under his name moved almost at the same time. They drew their weapons one after another and faced Chen Yu as if facing a formidable enemy.
"That's him. It's a coincidence that his name is Chen Yu, which is the same name as the person we're waiting for." Ling Yun said with a smile, "But I think he is an ordinary person, because he doesn't have any spiritual energy flowing through him."
"But he can accidentally hit here, and my vitality seems to have no effect on him, which is a bit special, so I think he has spiritual roots, how about we accept him as a disciple?"
Ling Yun was chattering to himself on the side, but she didn't notice at all that her own face looked extremely ugly.
"Yun'er, come here." Qingchen shouted in a deep voice.
"What's wrong? Father?" Ling Yun, who was talking, saw that everyone in her sect had formed a formation. She shut her mouth suddenly and looked at her fellow sect with some confusion.
"I asked you to come over." Qingchen's voice changed.
"Don't be excited, you are Elder Qingchen, right?" Chen Yu smiled slightly and said, "I have no ill intentions."
"Chen Yu, you are also an expert, you wouldn't order a little girl to threaten me, right?" Qing Chen said sharply.
"Of course not." Chen Yu shook his head and said, "She is just a guide. I won't do anything to her, so please don't worry."
"Then let her come over." Qingchen said coldly.
"Your father is calling you, come over." Chen Yu pointed at Qing Chen, who had a stern look on his face.
"Father, who is he?" Ling Yun looked at Qing Chen in surprise and uncertainty. Even though she was being silly, she now felt that something was wrong. Her father and all the brothers looked extremely nervous.
"Ling Yun, come here quickly." Qing Chen held the sword in his hand tightly, tense. As long as Chen Yu made the slightest move, he would not hesitate to pull out the sword in his hand and fight with his life.
"Go over, your father is calling you." Chen Yu smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to signal.
Ling Yun nodded slightly. Although Chen Yu still had no energy at all, she no longer dared to treat Chen Yu as an ordinary person.
She moved forward slowly, one meter, two meters. When she was five meters away from Chen Yu, she breathed a sigh of relief, then quickened her pace and ran forward quickly.
As she ran forward, Qingchen tightened his grip on the sword, and then shouted: "Do it."
At the same time as he shouted violently, more than ten disciples took a step forward. For a moment, the shadows of swords intertwined, and more than ten swords made the sound of dragon roars, weaving into a sword net, and suddenly attacked Chen Yu.
For a moment, the sword energy filled the air, shrouding Chen Yu in it.
Although Qing Shouguan has been willing to be Yunluju's dog these years, the disciples under his name have indeed benefited a lot.
The Qingshou Sword Technique practiced by their disciples was very well coordinated. It was as if more than ten pieces of firewood were twisted together, and suddenly they all attacked, which really caught people off guard.
However, Chen Yu didn't take it seriously. His figure was erratic, dodging left and right, walking calmly and calmly amidst the sword light in the sky.
With a flash of his figure, he crossed over the sword net woven by these people and appeared behind these ten disciples.
Boom, the place where Chen Yu was standing before was hit by countless intersecting sword lights, and suddenly broke into pieces. In this huge roar, the word 'ding' was clearly passed into everyone's eyes.
In the ears.
The bodies of the more than ten disciples of Qingshou Sect suddenly froze on the spot, as if they were frozen here, motionless.
Qing Chen shouted deeply, moved the sword in his hand, and stabbed forward.
The sword in his hand vibrated three times in a row, sending ripples out and stabbing Chen Yu.
As an elder of Qing Shou Guan, his strength is quite good. The ripples reflected by the sword light spread hundreds of feet, and in this moment, everything around him seemed to have stopped.
Dozens of leaves floated in mid-air, swinging back and forth without falling to the ground. Qingchen moved the sword in his hand and moved forward quickly. The sword in his hand was pointed directly at Chen Yu's throat.
If the sword stops the water, this is Qingchen's most proud move. When the sword energy comes out vertically and horizontally, everything within a hundred feet is still. But at this time, he can hold a sharp sword, seal his throat with one sword, and destroy the opponent.
Chen Yu stood motionless on the spot, and the distance of more than ten feet was reached in an instant.
The sword in Qingchen's hand kept moving forward, getting closer and closer to Chen Yu.
Ten meters, five meters, three meters, three inches.
And just when the sword in his hand was about to pierce Chen Yu's throat, Chen Yu suddenly moved.
He swayed and took a step back, and the sword in his hand stabbed his shadow.
Qing Chen was slightly startled. His sword, Ruo Zhishui, was an extremely powerful move. Once this move was launched, it could reach a range of a hundred feet, even his world.
In his world, everything was still, but he never thought that Chen Yu could actually break the restrictions in his world?
He gritted his teeth, swung the tip of the sword in his hand, quickly moved forward, and continued to stab Chen Yu's throat.
At the same time, several sword flowers appeared on the tip of the sword. When the sword flowers were lifted, the sword energy enveloped Chen Yu.
Chen Yu put the two fingers of his right hand together to form sword fingers, spit out a breath of vitality, and a sword of energy condensed at his fingertips.
He moved his right hand together, and the air sword in his hand shook, scattering several sword flowers, making several tinkling sounds of gold and iron, and in an instant he was facing off with dozens of swords.
The more he fought with Chen Yu, the more frightened Qing Chen became. The sword in his hand was considered a very powerful magical weapon, but Chen Yu could fight him evenly with his bare hands and just a sword condensed from vitality.
If the other party really takes out a weapon, how can he still survive?
At this moment, Chen Yu shouted loudly, pointed the sword forward with his right hand, and with a hiss, a stream of white energy hit his face.
Qing Chen pulled up the sword in his hand, and several sword flowers appeared. He tried his best to stab Chen Yu with his sword.
With a bang, the sword energy intersected with the sword in his hand. Qingchen felt his jaws tremble, and he staggered back a few steps involuntarily.
However, this was not the end yet. Chen Yu just slashed out a sword casually, but before the remaining force was dissipated, the second heavy sword force struck immediately.
Qingchen had no choice but to reluctantly lift the sword in his hand and slash forward with all his strength.
Ding, a very strong vitality came over, and there was already a crack on the sword. Qingchen groaned and took a few steps back. He knelt on one knee with a plop, and was no longer able to stand.
"Are you still fighting?" Chen Yu smiled slightly and stopped. There were more than a dozen disciples on the other side, but these disciples were weak and did not dare to step forward. Those who were frozen on the spot also lost their fighting power.
"Chen Yu..." Qingchen gritted his teeth and said, "Unless you kill me today, you will never take a step forward."
