Chapter 647: The First Battle of the Candle Dragon Yanyue Knife
"Are you Qiao Yu?!"
Looking at the sudden appearance of the figure, Jian Yiyi's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
He didn't even realize when the person in front of him appeared.
This can only mean two possibilities. One is that the strength of the guy in front of him is far greater than his own; the other is that this guy has some secret method to cover up his own aura.
"It's me, didn't you send out the news to ask me to come here alone? Why, are you surprised to see me?"
Qiao Yu responded with a smile, but a pair of blue ghost eyes were full of coldness.
After he learned from the Tianshang tribe that everyone in the Bai family had been captured, he immediately rushed here at full speed.
Fortunately, the upgraded Zhulong Yanyue Sword had a 100% agility bonus. Otherwise, Bai Jianlin's body would have been cold by the time he arrived.
"Haha, of course I'm not surprised! I just didn't expect that someone could laugh even when they are about to die!"
Jian Yiyi's eyes were full of disdain. In this short period of time, he had already sensed Qiao Yu's strength.
He is only at the sixth level of the Saint level, not even as good as Bai Jianlin. How can such strength be comparable to his sword?
At the sixth level of the Holy Level, any single swing of his sword could kill anyone at the Sixth Level of the Holy Level without leaving a single piece of armor behind.
"It's not certain who will die."
Qiao Yu slowly drew out the Zhulong Yanyue Sword, pointing the blade directly at the sword.
When Jian Yiyi saw this, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.
"Don't all the Bai family use fists? What do you mean by pulling out a knife?"
"Haven't you heard? No matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives."
Qiao Yu smiled slightly, then activated the Netherworld Rakshasa body, and rushed towards the sword with the sword in hand.
This was the first time he faced a semi-god-level opponent. Qiao Yu did not dare to be careless and used all his strength from the moment he came up.
After opening the Nether Rakshasa body, the dark staff in the other hand was not idle either. He released several undead spells in succession, summoning a series of undead creatures from the world of the undead.
"You still dare to take the initiative to attack? You are overestimating your own capabilities!"
Although he was a little surprised by the fact that Qiao Yu was holding a knife, Jian Yiyi still didn't take him seriously.
The gap between the sixth level of the Saint and the first level of the Demigod is as big as a chasm, and it cannot be bridged by changing weapons.
The sword was lifted up together, and the sword collided with the Zhulong Yanyue Sword. A series of sparks burst out, and the sound of gold and iron clashing made people's ears buzz.
However, as soon as they made contact, Jian Yiyi realized that something was wrong!
A terrifying force extended from Zhulong Yanyue Dao, causing him to retreat repeatedly.
Jian Yiyi lowered his head and saw that his tiger's mouth had exploded due to this terrifying force, and his palms were dyed red with blood.
"What a terrifying power!" Jian Yiyi couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
Why are the people in the Bai family more perverted than the others?
Although he is seriously injured now and is not in peak condition, he is a first-level demigod and was injured in the first competition with a sixth-level saint? How is this possible?
"Undead bomb, explode!"
Before Jian Yiyi could be shocked for a while, Qiao Yu raised his hand and shook it, and the undead creatures around him instantly swarmed up and exploded.
The terrifying explosion submerged Jianyi Yiyi. Amidst the violent roar, Jianyiyi felt that something seemed to have disappeared from his body.
Immediately afterwards, the explosions in his ears began to fade away, and everything around him began to become silent.
A middle-aged man wearing rectangular square-framed glasses and a kind face appeared in front of Jian Yiyi.
With a friendly and gentle smile on his face, the man looked at Jian Yiyi and asked.
"A woman let a dog bite me. I don't bite the dog, but I bit the woman. Did I act in legitimate defense?"
"Legitimate defense? What is legitimate defense?" Jian Yiyi was stunned.
"Very good! Young man punishes me!"
The smile on the middle-aged man's face became brighter and brighter, like a warm sun.
"I have confirmed your crime. The death penalty will be executed immediately!"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Jian Yiyi saw several burly men walking towards him to arrest him.
"What on earth is going on... No! It's an illusion!"
Jian Yiyi was worthy of being the third sword master of Xuantian Sword Tomb, and he soon realized that the situation in front of him was an illusion.
But it was too late. The moment he realized it, the illusion in front of him was shattered like a puzzle. What caught Jian Yiyi's eyes was a terrifying Yanyue Sword.
The sword strike frightened the dead souls, and in panic, they raised their swords to resist.
However, under the full blow of the Zhulong Yanyue Sword, the long sword was suppressed downwards and cut his own shoulder.
"ah!"
Jian let out a scream, and blood gurgled from his shoulder.
"Xuanjian returns!"
Jian Yiyi let out a shrill roar, and his whole body turned into a flash of sword light and fled.
This was his last resort to save his life. Although he had to pay a huge price and his realm might even fall from the semi-god level, in order to survive at this moment, Jian Yiyi could no longer control so much.
Jian Yiyi disappeared, and Qiao Yu's sword also fell into the void.
Qiao Yu couldn't help but frown. The demigod was indeed a demigod. Even if he used all his cards, couldn't he kill a seriously injured demigod?
"Qiao Yu! Don't think that I will be proud of you if you win! I tell you, I am not the only one who wants to kill you!"
Jian Yiyi's tone, which turned into sword light, no longer had the arrogance, but was instead full of hatred.
Jian Yiyi ran away like a bereaved dog, and if he escaped like this, the remaining disciples of Xuantian Sword Tomb would suffer.
Qiao Yu struck out with his swords one after another, and quickly killed all the Xuantian Sword Tomb disciples present, turning them into his experience points.
After dealing with the people at Xuantian Sword Tomb, Qiao Yu first helped Bai Jianlin up. After confirming that Bai Jianlin's life was not in danger, he rescued Bai Li and the others from the wooden stakes.
"Originally, we wanted to help you protect the more than 20,000 Tianhe Beast Pills, but we didn't expect that we would become a burden." Bai Li's expression was a bit complicated.
"Hey, tell me this." Qiao Yu smiled and waved her hand. "We are all from the Bai family. Can I still watch you?"
He will always trick people, unless he is an enemy, otherwise Qiao Yu will usually only trick people without killing them.
"Let's go, come back to the Tianshang tribe with me." Qiao Yu greeted everyone in the Bai family and rushed towards the Tianshang tribe.
What Qiao Yu didn't know was that the Tianshang tribe was already ablaze.
Countless warriors in the Tianshang tribe fell into a pool of blood with their eyes wide open, and the fire baked the earth into a scorched brown color.
The screams and harsh laughter of women and children intertwined with this primitive tribe in the sky and stars.
Savagery, fire, blood, violence.
The darkest side of human nature is vividly reflected here.
Kurhun knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the Valley of the Gods, with tears streaming down his face. There was the old man's lifelong faith there.
"Why did our Tianshang tribe suffer this fate? Why..."
"Lord God...Lord Hermes...aren't you omnipotent? Why...why don't you save us..."