The cold voice echoed around the hall. Everyone in the Fushan Sect was in a daze for a moment. It wasn't until the echo gradually faded that they regained consciousness. They all looked at Yue Yu in disbelief and looked at Yue Yu in surprise.
Ning Qiankun, who was sitting high on the steps, had his eyes flickering slightly. He looked carefully at Kuang Yunhua, who was being struck by Zhan Xue with his thousand-threaded snow sword, and then looked at Yue Yu at the bottom of the steps with a gloomy expression.
: "Do you know who you are talking to?"
The moment the words fell, the tyrannical soul pressure erupted from Ning Qiankun, like a mountain, filling the hall. Yue Yu's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at Ning Qiankun indifferently. The strength of this person's soul power, in his
Among the people I have seen, he is only inferior to Nong Yishan. But it is far away
Without the latter, the oppressive feeling that made him almost unable to breathe, like being in the deep sea and unable to breathe. Facing Nongyi Mountain, he would only feel powerless. However, the person in front of him was not irresistible. More
Faintly, it gave him a feeling of being strong on the outside but capable on the inside.
Shaking his head secretly, Yue Yu lowered his eyelids again, his expression still extremely indifferent.
"I said kneel down! Didn't you hear me?"
Ning Qiankun's pupils shrank, and his chest rose and fell sharply. He looked at Yue Yu with murderous intent in his eyes. And the soul power that filled the hall gradually became violent.
Yue Yu swung the sword coldly, slightly drew the sword in his hand, and the Fengya sword drew a poignant arc of light, sweeping towards a seriously injured Fushan Jindan monk beside him. He gently turned it around his neck, and then
The man's head was completely chopped off! Then he twisted it again, completely smashing the golden elixir into pieces.
When Chen Dong saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He stepped forward to stop him, but was forced to stop by the gazes of several Nascent Soul elders on both sides. He could only stop with helplessness.
Yue Yu drew his sword and returned, but without even looking at the fallen Jindan monk, he put his hands behind his back and looked directly at Ning Qiankun.
"Are you willing to kneel down?"
The entire hall was suddenly filled with a breathless and tense atmosphere. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yue Yu. Their eyes were filled with shock and anger, but more importantly, fear. I felt that this young man
Although his cultivation level is far inferior to that of Ning Qiankun and others in the palace, at this moment, he is far more terrifying than these elders of the Yuan Ying of the sect.
Ning Qiankun was silent for a while, with no expression on his face. But a moment later, he grabbed the armrest on the right side of the seat and smashed it into pieces, causing a crisp sound of 'pop' in the hall. At the same time,
, Ning Qiankun's eyes widened in anger, and his eyes became extremely ferocious: "How dare you say such arrogant words! Do you know that within three breaths, it will be easy for me to take your life! I, a member of the Fushan Sect, can be killed but not humiliated.
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The corners of Yue Yu's lips were slightly raised. The Great Innate Xuanbing Lihuo Qi extracted from his body was transformed and condensed immediately. A beam of ice flames was shot out, directly hitting another Fushan Golden Pill disciple. The Nascent Soul cultivator beside him subconsciously
He wanted to help, but just when he offered the magic weapon,
This man had been beaten into ice dust. And at that moment, a flying sword with a purple horned dragon pattern on its body shot out of the air without warning. The tip of the sword pointed out and hit the person just now.
The Nascent Soul elder who took action faintly suppressed the other two Nascent Souls.
Yue Yu seemed unaware of this, but looked at Ning Qiankun with a little more curiosity and inquiry.
"Every time I delay for ten breaths, I will kill one of you in Fushan! Will you kneel or not?"
Ning Qiankun's chest rose and fell more and more violently. He barely suppressed the rage in his chest and glanced at the people in the hall again. Then he was horrified when he saw these people looking at him.
, actually the vast majority of them either had pleading eyes or showed a look of hatred. The rest of them simply had dead expressions on their faces.
The anger in his heart was raging, and he felt a bit more complicated and extremely angry. He felt that these disciples did not know what was good and bad. He hated the unpredictable people's hearts and hated his own bad luck. His originally calm face was also distorted.
However, a moment later, Ning Qiankun let out a long sigh, walked down the steps step by step, walked to Yue Yu, and knelt down on the ground.
Yue Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked down with an unusually calm expression, as if he had not realized at all that the person kneeling in front of him was a famous leader of a sect, a powerful man who once traversed the Northern Wilderness.
He just focused on using his right hand sword technique again, controlling the Fengya Sword, hovering in front of Ning Qiankun's neck.
"Please ask Fushan Sect Master to commit suicide and apologize!"
Ning Qiankun's expression changed again, and he stared at Yue Yu closely like a wolf. After a long time, the fierce light gradually faded, and he said in a cold voice: "Shuzi, I don't know if this move is what you want to do! But it's up to me.
In my opinion, you, the Guangling Sect, had better not push people too far! Are you really trying to bully me, Ning Qiankun, into not daring to fight to the death?"
Yue Yu didn't answer, and the Fengya Sword whirled out, this time cutting the body of another Fushan Lingxu Realm disciple on the left into two pieces. Then he looked down in front of him calmly: "I said it.
, every time you delay for ten breaths, I will kill one of you in Fushan! If you want to escape, I will kill them all throughout the door."
Ning Qiankun suddenly screamed, gritted his teeth, and suddenly rolled up the Xuanyang Tai Chi Diagram. Then, all his magic power exploded suddenly, and black cracks like spider webs appeared in the space around him, everywhere in the hall.
Spreading. The bodies of several nearby Spiritual Void Realm monks who had no time to avoid were cut into two pieces by the black cracks in an instant.
Ning Qiankun actually forcibly broke through the space barrier in this instant.
Yue Yu was not surprised, he took out the Dragon Bird Fan from the Sumeru Ring, poured the Hunyuan Five Elements Zhenqi that he had just collected into it, and then swiped forward. Then he saw Ning Qiankun spread out all over his body.
The mana dissipated in an instant. The space barrier that was about to collapse returned to normal.
Immediately afterwards, Yue Yu threw the Jade Emperor Longyue Town, turning into a ten-foot radius, and pressed it down heavily on Ning Qiankun. Then when the latter hurriedly lifted it up with the Xuanyang Tai Chi Diagram, Yue Yu held it in his hand
The Dragon Bird Fan gathered its strength again and brushed towards the bottom of Jade Emperor Longyue Town again.
And just after the five-color brilliance dissipated, the Xuanyang Tai Chi diagram had become dim, as if it had escaped Ning Qiankun's control and became an ownerless thing.
It was only then that Ning Qiankun's eyes flashed with a hint of panic: "This is the five-color divine light! Where did the thing in your hand come from?"
Yue Yu ignored him and put away the Jade Emperor Longyue Town, then used his magic power to take the Xuanyang Tai Chi diagram below. Seeing this action, more than a dozen Fushan Sects on both sides of the hall
The expressions of the Nascent Soul Golden Core cultivators all changed, but they still sat still in place.
After holding this piece of cloth with a strange texture in his hand and looking through it for a moment, Yue Yu was slightly surprised and put it into his Sumeru Ring without hesitation. Then he made a decisive seal with his right hand again and controlled the Fengya Sword.
, hovering in front of Ning Qiankun's neck again.
"Please sect leader to commit suicide!"
Ning Qiankun was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed out loud. At first it was inaudible, but in the end it was so loud that it could be heard for hundreds of miles. He sighed in a long voice: "I, Ning Qiankun, was once the hero, but today I have been reduced to being kicked out by someone."
Junior Jindan is forcing me to kill you. Hehe! Could it be that you are really unhappy with retribution? Fellow Taoists, please be careful in the future! Since our Fushan Sect is dead, you are all waiting for what happened five hundred years ago to happen again."
The voice was shrill and tragic. Yue Yu knew that these words were meant for the disciples of various sects around Fushan. But he didn't care at all. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, calmly watching Ning Qiankun's final madness.
It wasn't until he felt that the spiritual energy reaction in this person's body suddenly became extremely violent, causing the spirits of the surrounding world to tremble. Only then did Yue Yu shake his head again, and the dragon bird fan in his hand brushed out again, a blast
The five-color brilliance easily interrupted the process of gathering spiritual power.
Then he extracted the great innate Xuan Bing Lihuo Qi, and when the purple dragon sword flew over, one by one he cut open several magic weapons that Ning Qiankun had temporarily sacrificed. A blast of ice flames beat this man to death.
A piece of ice dust. Then the Fengya Sword slashed back again, crushing the half-inch child-like Nascent Soul into pieces.
After all, this person is a hero. At the last moment, he is preparing to detonate Yuanying and die with him. Obviously, he does not intend to take care of the remaining thousands of lives in Fushan Sect.
And just when the icy red dust particles were scattered everywhere, there was another silence that could be heard in the hall. Only Kuang Yunhua made a muffled groan from time to time. This man had already turned into a bloody man, and his whole body was covered with blood.
There is not a piece of intact flesh and blood up and down. The Thousand Threads Blood Sword has never been seen on this person's body.
More than a thousand pieces of meat have been cut off. An ordinary person would have fainted on the spot. Despite the tyrannical physical body of a Jindan monk, the Qi, blood and essence are still sufficient. Kuang Yunhua has tried to break the Jindan himself several times, but it is a pity that he
Within the dantian, the silver wire has been penetrated and locked for a long time, and cannot move at all.
Chen Dong looked stunned, as if he still didn't believe that the strong man of the Fushan Sect in front of him could be killed so easily. But when his consciousness returned, he sighed and walked to Yue Yu again, leaning down with a pleading voice.
Said: "Fellow Taoist Yue, Kuang Yunhua will never atone for his sins even if he dies. But after all, he is still my disciple of Fushan. I ask fellow Taoist to give him a happy life!"
Yue Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and for the first time since entering this palace, a bit of anger flashed through his eyes. But after all, he still didn't want to get angry with Chen Dong. He just shook his head and said: "I made an oath before, but someone
If I put one finger on my great-great-grandfather's body, I will cut him into thousands of pieces! Although this man did not hurt my ancestor, he is the chief culprit! I will never break his promise if I say that he will be cut into pieces!"
Chen Dong's breath was suffocated and he smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't really object to Yue Yu's treatment, he just couldn't stand it. If it were elsewhere, the remnants of Fushan Sect would feel better. But in front of all of them, he would
They were scraped alive, but every knife seemed to have cut them.