"Could it be that you are also a remnant of the Holy Fire?!"
Jiang Lesheng lost his voice and said.
He said this, but he had already made up his mind, and finally couldn't help but change his face.
The opponent is a person who can compete with several golden elixir seeds in the sect, and has countless experiences in hunting down evil cultivators. He is definitely not comparable to a second-rate foundation builder like him.
What's more, the other party has obviously planned and prepared for a long time, and also has a numerical advantage.
"Invincible!"
This thought flashed through Jiang Lesheng's mind.
With his consciousness fully opened, he scanned every corner within a radius of a mile. Although the magic weapon was still fully activated, he had retreated in his heart and was ready to seize the opportunity and run away at any time.
Where there is life, there is hope!
Doing something you know you can't do is not brave but stupid. It won't change the facts at all and will only cost you your life.
Jiang Lesheng has rich experience and has already prepared the means to escape in the world of immortality. He just needs a little time to inspire and a suitable opportunity.
"Quick victory!"
Tang Tianbao landed on the ground and showed no intention of answering the other party's question.
He pinched the spell with his left hand, and held a bright yellow flying sword in his right hand. When he raised his hand, he slashed out a stunning sword light.
Although he has a reputation as a virtuous man and can treat ordinary monks calmly, this does not include the monk Samana who has a hatred as deep as the sea!
The rise and fall of the two sects, the hatred that lasted for thousands of years, each one has become a blood feud!
But Tang Tianbao is fast, but there are people faster than him!!
Zhou Ziwen's figure shot out and quickly approached Jiang Lesheng and the others, his eyes flashing with hatred and madness.
It controls a dark chain spiritual weapon, which directly transforms into a lifelike black dragon monster, with bursts of tyrannical spiritual pressure spreading wantonly.
The black dragon's three-foot-sized body flicked its tail lightly, let out a silent roar, and rushed straight towards Jiang Lesheng and the six others.
It seemed like it was going to swallow six people directly!
Zhou Ziwen actually had no reservations, and used the art of spiritual weapon transformation as soon as he took action. He couldn't wait to vent the hatred in his heart, not intending to leave anyone alive.
After receiving the order, the other seven people also used their magical weapons to attack, and the attack was close to full power.
Someone from the other side has already sent out a distress message. They are not far from a market now, so it would be best to end the fight as soon as possible as the night is long and the dream is long.
For a moment, there were sounds of breaking through the air one after another, followed by the roar of arrays of magic weapons.
Liu Yu touched the storage bag on his waist. The black broadsword appeared in his hand and disappeared from its place at the tip of his toe.
The name of the sword is "Dark Moon".
Although it is not a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon, and cannot be stimulated with magic power to obtain power, it is strong enough, and at least there is no need to worry about being damaged by a magic weapon or spiritual weapon.
Combined with the huge strength of Xingchen's true body, it has pretty good power when used as a weapon.
After all, there are some attacks that cannot be easily dealt with by the physical body. When you cannot expose other aspects of your strength, it is much more convenient to have a sword like this.
With a single wave of the Dark Moon Sword, most of the low-level spells activated by the opponent's talisman were destroyed, clearing the way forward.
Liu Yu quickly approached the remaining six members of Shenshamen, intending to take this opportunity to "show off".
The secret realm has been opened for less than a year. In order to gain the trust of Tang Tianbao and others, he must show enough value to attract attention and find opportunities to obtain more news about the secret realm.
He even followed Tang Tianbao and others into the secret realm.
After all, Song Haocang only knew the time and location when the secret realm opened, but he didn't know anything more specific, such as what dangers, difficulties, and taboos there were in the secret realm.
Based on the available information, Liu Yu discovered that the Holy Fire Sect did not decline slowly, but was destroyed by a devastating blow at a certain time more than 3,000 years ago.
In other words, before the Holy Fire Sect was replaced, there were still Nascent Soul monks.
In Liu Yu's view, the various dangers in the secret realm arranged by the Nascent Soul cultivator are a bit mind-numbing, and it would be unwise to rush into it.
It would be the best if you could sneak into the ranks of these Holy Fire Religion descendants.
The Holy Fire Cult and the god Samana have an ever-lasting and irreconcilable conflict.
If you want to eliminate the concerns of Tang Tianbao and others, is there any more convenient and faster way than directly killing the foundation-building monks of the Divine Shamen?
It is not easy to gain the trust of Tang Tianbao and others in this short year and be taken into the secret realm, especially if the target is a group of frightened birds, and it may not even be possible.
So Liu Yu must try his best.
The first is his identity as a second-level alchemist, showing his ability to create value.
Secondly, it is the strength that surpasses ordinary monks without making Tang Tianbao and others feel uneasy.
If the soft one doesn't work, then the hard one will be the only option.
He can perform soul-searching techniques. Although the success rate is not high,
"ding ding" "bang bang"
The two sides almost tried their best. Magic weapons, spiritual weapons, spells and other means collided with each other at high frequency, and the yellow sand flew all over the sky like thunder.
Under the crisis of life and death, Jiang Lesheng and the other six divine monks did not care about their heartache, and used various one-time methods as if they were free of money, but it was difficult to restore the decline and they were still losing ground.
"No, let's keep going like this"
Jiang Lesheng's face changed drastically and he was dripping with cold sweat. He could only stay where he was to resist death. There was still a glimmer of hope for him to escape separately.
So he decisively ordered all his fellow disciples to escape separately, while he retreated in a certain direction first.
At the same time, the sky was filled with yellow sand.
The tall figures on Liu Yuzhang's left and right shot out of the air and quickly approached a divine Shamen foundation-building monk.
Facing the intercepted high-grade spiritual weapon, he swelled the muscles of his hands and swung the Dark Moon Sword to attack, but his speed was not greatly affected.
"ding ding ding"
In the confrontation between the needle point and the wheat light, sparks kept appearing on the Dark Moon Sword.
In Liu Yu's hands, the broad Dark Moon Sword was like a thin sword, yet it was heavy but also had the slightest hint of lightness.
His powerful spiritual consciousness allows him to accurately capture every attack of his opponent, which seems to be a bit prophetic.
And his strong physique also allows him to make any reaction immediately.
Your thoughts are executed by your body immediately, and the delay is extremely short.
"ding ding"
Liu Yu's target was a mid-stage foundation-building monk with a handsome face and yellowish eyebrows from Shenshamen. He could easily block his spiritual weapons, magical weapons, spells and other attacks by swinging the Dark Moon Sword.
The opponent was restrained and could not escape, but with the powerful physique of Xingchen's true body, he was able to quickly approach the opponent, and in an instant he was within ten feet.
Ten feet, this is an extremely dangerous distance for most practitioners!
“Bang bang bang”
When the Dark Moon Sword was swung, the reaction force of each attack was transmitted to the body, but Liu Yu could easily withstand it due to his strong physique.
On the chest, with the "Shenque Point" as the center, silver and blue auras form an arc of light that shines on the body surface.
During the fight, Liu Yu took a deep breath, and his eyes became calmer and sharper.
Although he didn't use all his strength, the feeling of unleashing his physical power with every strike of the Dark Moon Sword still made his blood boil.
Enjoyable!
"How long have you not experienced this feeling?"
"Since I was promoted to the late stage of foundation building, there are fewer and fewer opponents who can use my full strength. It has been a long time since I have been so hearty."
This thought flashed across Liu Yu's mind.
Like an arrow from a string, he shot out towards the yellow-browed monk of the divine Shamen, and was now within three feet of him.
Both palms glowed with silver light, and the power of extreme cold briefly attached to the Dark Moon Sword.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Liu Yu jumped up high, holding the huge sword in both hands and slashed hard from top to bottom.
Looking from a distance, the half-foot-long Dark Moon Sword is dyed silver, like a silver lightsaber.
This powerful and heavy blow, carrying a huge force of ten thousand kilograms, struck hard on the yellow-browed monk's yellow-shielded magic weapon.
"boom!!!"
After receiving this blow head-on, the aura of the yellow-shielded magic weapon suddenly dimmed, and the magic weapon and the yellow-browed monk sank a foot downward.
The power of the blow shocked the yellow-browed monk's mind, and he quickly used his magic weapon with both hands, and his magic power was tilted like water that had opened a gate.
Success is also a magical weapon, failure is also a magical weapon.
Although the yellow protective magic weapon can protect his temporary safety, it also limits his other methods and cannot be used freely.
Instead, it feels like a prison.
In the expectant eyes of the yellow-browed monk, the aura of the yellow-shielded magic weapon slowly recovered.
But before he could be happy, a silvery force of extreme cold was transmitted to the shield through the Dark Moon Sword, causing the aura's recovery speed to drop sharply.
At the critical moment of life and death, it is as slow as a turtle crawling!
"good."
Seeing the result of his prepared attack, Liu Yu was quite satisfied.
But of course he would not have too many distracting thoughts during the fight, and his face remained indifferent. He would attack again after regaining his breath, not intending to give the opponent a chance to breathe.
The nine "stars" in his chest were filled with spiritual light again, turning into a blue color, and a huge force suddenly emerged from his body.
Liu Yu's eyes were cold, the muscles in his arms bulged again, and he grasped the Dark Moon Sword in a cross shape and slashed out again!
The speed is so fast that if the foundation-building monks are careless, they may not be able to react!
It is a taboo to use all your strength every time in a fight without sparing any strength. If you encounter an unexpected situation suddenly, you may not be able to react in time and will be completely defeated.
Naturally, he would not make this kind of mistake, so he only used less than 80% of his strength this time.
However, with the blessing of the power of the stars, 80% of the strength at this time has still reached the ten thousand kilogram level, which is enough to break the yellow shield that greatly reduces the power.
"Bang bang bang bang"
A broad sword was used by Liu Yu as a knife to slash horizontally and vertically.
There are not too many fancy techniques, but there is a hidden secret between each chop and slash, which can fully bring out the advantages of one's own strength without excessive waste.
Liu Yu has also read many secular "magic books", but when his strength reaches the level of ten thousand kilograms, most martial arts lose their effect.
Many moves are not as simple as chopping and slashing.
"ding ding ding"
Inside the protective barrier, although the yellow-browed monk had the intention to open the protective barrier and escape, he did not dare to go out rashly in the face of an attack like a gust of wind and rain.
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be ground into pulp in the first place.
While attacking, Liu Yu always paid attention to the other party's movements, and just smiled coldly when facing the other party's gaze.
No words can make him waver in the slightest
The spiritual light of the yellow shielded magic weapon continues to dim. Even if it is wearing a turtle shell, it will still die in the end!
"boom!!!"
Finally, with an unprecedented roar, the yellow shield was violently destroyed, with cracks all over it and finally shattered into pieces, and the yellow-browed monk was also exposed to the air.
He knew that when it came to life and death, he was already prepared, and the moment the shield was broken, he threw out all his trump cards.
Such as the second-level talisman, similar to Yin Leizi and other methods
Liu Yu did not rush to take his life. Facing most of the oncoming attacks, he dodged most of them calmly. If he couldn't dodge, he would directly sweep them with the Dark Moon Sword.
Each consumptive method was broken, and a small number of extremely powerful spells fell on Liu Yu, but most of them were resolved with a flash of azure light on his body.
The rest are harmless and can only cause flesh wounds.
The power of the stars has the effect of accelerating healing, and is particularly effective for injuries that do not damage muscles and bones. The injury can be stopped with a little movement, and recovery will begin after a few breaths.
As a last resort, the yellow-browed monk ran away without even looking.
"The pearl of a grain of rice also shines with brilliance?!"
Looking at the yellow-browed monk who had already flown ten feet away while controlling the magic weapon, Liu Yu smiled coldly and showed his teeth.
Then he held the Dark Moon Sword in his right arm, briefly charged his shoulder back, and then threw the broad sword as a spear and an arrow!
A shocking throw!
"call out"
A shrill sound broke through the air, and the Dark Moon Sword accurately hit the Escape Light.
Although Huang Mei used his magic weapon to resist in time, Dun Guang was still shot down, and his intention to escape was shattered.
"Chasing the stars and chasing the moon"
Almost at the same time as he threw the Dark Moon Sword, Liu Yu followed Xing Chenzhen's set of footwork, covering a distance of more than ten feet in one step.
Before the yellow-browed monk even landed, he rushed under it!
He jumped with his legs slightly bent, and punched the fragile body that fell down one after another.
“Bang bang bang”
One fist turned the skull into flesh, and the other punch pierced the chest.
With another punch, his body was torn into pieces and he was dead.
The fists are sharp, and the bloody wind is flying in the sky!
"Snapped"
Liu Yu's legs were on the ground, and there was still blood and tiny pieces of flesh on her fists.
This brutal killing method gave him a different feeling in his heart.
Although compared to killing with a magic weapon, it is indeed time-consuming and labor-intensive and not very "respectable", but it is really fun!
Especially when overwhelmed by strength!
"call"
After two or three breaths, Liu Yu gently exhaled a breath of turbid air to calm down his ups and downs, and his inner lake returned to the state of an ancient well without ripples.
With a slight shake of his hands, all flesh, flesh and blood fell to the ground.
Naturally, he would not foolishly use magical weapons just to make killing more enjoyable.
Compared with temporary pleasure, he still values efficiency more, and will not put himself in danger because of it.
"It's a pity that using magic fire to harvest fuel may expose your identity."
"What a pity for these flesh and blood and souls."
"But this is not a problem. There are so many creatures in the world. As long as we let go, are we still worried about the lack of "fuel" for the magic fire?"
Liu Yu smiled slightly and pinned the yellow-browed monk's storage bag to his waist. A few fire bombs turned his flesh and blood into ashes.