Darkness filled the primeval forest, filled with an aura of terror. As a strong man in the world, Long Aotian waved the purple lin knife to form countless lightning strikes at the opponent. However, the magic dragon sword light transformed into a curtain like an iron wall and copper wall to block the attack, allowing
He was anxious in his heart. You must know that the thunderbolt sword technique is very powerful, but it consumes a lot of internal energy. Normally, one hit will hit, but it doesn't work now, and he himself won't be able to bear it in the long run.
In desperation, Long Aotian jumped up and let out a deafening roar, performing a killing move that could destroy the world, and countless lightning strikes towards Qiu Yu.
At this point, Qiu Yu also gave up and no longer defended simply. With the same roar, the Demon Dragon Sword swept the dark clouds and came forward...
"Boom boom boom!"
A sound comparable to an explosion came out, and the two figures flew back at the same time, and a large deep pit appeared in the middle. Long Aotian and Qiu Yu only felt that their bodies seemed to be out of control and hit the big tree behind. The two figures
A towering tree dozens of meters high could not withstand the raging force and collapsed, scaring the Qing Le Gang members into fleeing in panic.
Long Aotian fell to the ground, his face was ashen in ragged clothes, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. His eyes widened and he looked at the boy opposite him in disbelief, and said in a voiceless voice: "How is it possible..."
Qiu Yu in the distance also fell to the ground and stood firm, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. He looked even more embarrassed. His black robe had turned into threads, his chest was stained red with blood, and the qi and blood in his body surged extremely uncomfortable.
All the internal organs seemed to be out of place.
The internal energy circulated rapidly in the body, rushing back and forth as if trying to find a breakthrough. A trace of surprise flashed in Qiu Yu's eyes. What's going on? This is a sign of a breakthrough...
In the recent period, Qiu Yu has been practicing Tianyuan Heart Technique so hard that Yu Zhao Gong has reached the late eighth level, but still cannot break through the ninth level. It seems that he has encountered a bottleneck and is stuck. Even asking his teacher Yan Chi is useless.
, because Master has also cultivated to this level and can no longer reach a higher level.
Unexpectedly, after desperately resisting the infinitely powerful fatal blow, the potential contained in his body was stimulated. Although he was injured, he touched the breakthrough.
In the ecstasy, Qiu Yu did not dare to neglect, and quickly used his skills to make the final sprint. Even if the powerful enemy was ahead, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. According to the master, even the ancestors of the Huanshan sect had not broken through to the ninth level of Yuzhao Gong.
Yes, if he can succeed, he will be the first person in history.
Those members of the Qing Le Gang knew kung fu to some extent, and this battle was dazzling to them. Especially the collision of life and death just now shocked them extremely. Seeing the two separated, Long Aotian was in obviously worse condition than the one named Qiu.
The boy was strong. Firstly, his body did not shake, and secondly, there was only a little blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. However, the boy was so decadent that he vomited blood, clearly looking like he was about to die.
After being shocked, everyone cheered loudly, "Okay, Boss Long is so powerful and invincible, he is really domineering!"
"One of the Five Ancestors is indeed worthy of his reputation. When the Xiaoyao Sword comes out, who can compete with him?"
"Boss Long, keep up the good work and cut that kid into pieces..."
The cheers did not bring Long Aotian fighting spirit. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He opened his hands weakly and the heavy Zilin knife fell to the ground.
This move shocked everyone, and they all looked over blankly. No one knew that Long Aotian's internal organs had been shattered, and the end was approaching. They saw him fall down with his face facing the sky, and fell heavily on the grass.
"Oh my god, what's wrong with him?"
"It's so weird..."
Hercules hurriedly came over, bent down to look, and what he saw was Long Aotian staring at the night sky, motionless. He quickly tested the other person's breath with his fingers, and then said with a shocked face: "It's over, Mr. Long
died."
Everyone was in an uproar. Who would have thought that Xiaoyao Dao, one of the Five Patriarchs, died, while the boy named Qiu was still alive.
Hearing that his father was dead, Long Haonan was shocked. He was so anxious that he wanted to go over and see what happened, but he couldn't save himself. The cold light of his crested hook blocked his way, and ferocious and fierce attacks came one after another, making him helpless.
He resisted and hurriedly shouted: "Someone come and save me...ah..." Before he could finish his words, his shoulder had been cut with a crested hook, and blood flowed across it. He grinned in pain and screamed in pain.
.
As soon as the move was successful, Xu Yanan sternly scolded: "Go to hell to see your father." As her delicate hands trembled, the phoenix hook swept over with silver light, and went straight to Long Haonan's neck, intending to kill him.
"Oops..." Long Haonan screamed in fear and hurriedly backed away, but it was already too late.
Just when he was about to die under the crested hook, a man suddenly came over from the diagonal stab and swung a brass rod weighing a hundred kilograms and hit the crested hook with a fierce force.
It was Hercules who came to the rescue. This guy was as tall as a bear, and the strength attached to his stick was amazing.
Xu Yanan's heart was awe-inspiring and she didn't dare to fight hard. She quickly gave up the attack and turned the crested hook sideways towards Hercules' hand holding the brass rod. Then she coldly snorted: "You can die together too."
Hercules let go of his left hand, avoided the attack of the crested hook, and roared: "Damn bitch, watch me smash you into a piece of meat." So, the guy held the stick in his right hand and swung it, saying "Huhu"
The permeating sound.
With his help, Long Ao Tian successfully evacuated and ran to his father's body. He knelt on the ground and cried loudly, "Dad... you died so miserably. I will avenge you... kill that man."
Little beast…”
Among the Qingle Gang members, an important leader saw Qiu Yu standing still and felt that Long Aotian was dead. The most urgent need to get rid of now was this kid. Regardless of whether he accidentally injured others, he just launched an attack.
A volley of bullets was fired.
"Da da da……"
The harsh sound of gunfire echoed in the forest, and bullets rushed towards Qiu Yu like raindrops, making it almost impossible to avoid.
Perhaps in response to that sentence, human life is destined. In a critical moment, Qiu Yu broke through the bottleneck and reached the ninth level of Yuzhao Gong, entering a completely different alert. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly danced the Demon Dragon Sword.
, the black light formed a huge shield in front of him, and the sound of tinkling was heard, and the bullets were knocked out.
A phantom suddenly sprang out, a bit more powerful than a ghost. Qiu Yu rushed into the crowd of Qing Le Gang, bringing with it a black light all over the sky.
Screams continued to be heard, blood spattered, and more than ten people were killed by the sword, including the guy who had just fired a sneak attack. The whole person was split in half by the magic dragon sword and rushed to hell.
At this time, Qiu Yu was full of strength and had nowhere to vent, and killing his enemies became the best way to vent his anger. So he fell into madness with red eyes, killing like a savage beast, leaving scores of enemies lying in a pool of blood...