Chapter 1768: The old man fighting blood chrysanthemum
At this time, the Grand Elder of Ju Sect was also very depressed. Elder Xue did not discuss it with her when he issued the Xuanmen Life and Death Order.
Now that such a scandal has broken out, Juzong really deserves to be smeared!
"I agree. From now on, I, a disciple of the Ju Sect, will not cause trouble to anyone around Xiao Yu."
The great elder agreed, and the other elders could not say anything more, so they all nodded.
"Okay, then I will sign this Xuanmen life and death order..."
"don't want..."
As soon as Xiao Yu finished speaking, Xiao Xue's voice came out from the audience, causing his hands to pause slightly.
Even the saint who had been watching from a distance couldn't help but glance at Xiao Xue, with a sneer on her face.
Xiao Yu stretched out his finger and slid quickly on the scroll. After signing the name, the scroll spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into two runes, which entered the eyebrows of Xiao Xue and Old Man Xueju.
Immediately afterwards, there was silence around the entire fighting arena. Everyone looked at Xiao Yu and Old Man Xueju, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.
The long-famous elder of the Ju Sect was no ordinary person. He was twice as old as Xiao Yu, so he did not dare to neglect and took out the Yin Yang Peach Wood Sword in a flash of his hand.
"Boy, let me be buried with my apprentice."
Old Man Xueju roared, as if he was going berserk, and his body rushed towards Xiao Yu quickly.
As the other party moved forward, there was a blood mist, which gathered into a red chrysanthemum, entangled behind her, and started to squirm as if it was spiritual.
Seeing the opponent's momentum, waves of air began to appear around Xiao Yu, and the spiritual energy in his dantian turned into a white air film, covering his whole body.
Old Man Xueju came in an instant, his old face full of madness. She held a leaf-like magic weapon in her hand, and when she approached Xiao Yu, she suddenly waved it forward.
At that time, the red chrysanthemums entrenched behind the opponent instantly condensed into a wave of blood and rushed towards Xiao Yu.
At this moment, Xiao Yu also swung his sword, and the white sword light passed through and cut the red blood wave into two halves.
And when he cut off the blood wave, the withered hand of the old man Xue Ju also reached out from behind the blood wave and grabbed Xiao Yu's heart.
"The speed is too slow. If this is all you can do, the game will be over."
Xiao Yu let out a taunt, and then punched out, directly colliding with the palm of the old man Xueju, and both of them took a few steps back.
"Blood chrysanthemum burns the sky..."
After the old man Xueju retreated, he shouted loudly.
Then the blood-colored chrysanthemums behind her suddenly bloomed, and then sprayed out a cloud of blood mist. The blood mist rolled out like red smoke, whizzing out and directly encompassing the entire fighting platform.
Xiao Yu's surroundings were all shrouded in red blood mist, and the blood mist made him feel very uncomfortable.
At this time, only some powerful people could see what was going on inside the red blood mist, while other disciples were unable to detect it.
Xiao Yu kept walking around inside, and the white air waves on his body pushed the blood mist back from time to time.
But the blood mist seemed to be very heavy, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy not only failed to push the blood mist out, but also kept approaching Xiao Yu.
Upon noticing this scene, Xiao Yu couldn't help but nod secretly. Elder Xueju did have some strength. If an ordinary disciple fell into it, he would be crushed to death by the blood mist, but the opponent was facing him!
Boo hoo hoo...
Several red vines suddenly emerged from the blood mist, like long whips, and whipped towards Xiao Yu, but as soon as they got close to Xiao Yu, they were cut off directly by the wooden sword in his hand.
The severed vines did not collapse directly, but rolled on the ground and turned into two red chrysanthemums.
At the same time, chrysanthemums began to grow in other places around Xiao Yu, and those chrysanthemums also emitted a red mist.
Seeing the chrysanthemum growing, Xiao Yu knew that it was poisonous. He couldn't help but take out a gourd, slapped it with one hand, and a flame spewed out from the gourd.
As soon as the flames came out, they began to circle around Xiao Yu, and then rushed towards the chrysanthemums.
From the beginning to the end, Xiao Yu simply resisted and did not make any killing moves. He wanted to see what the Ju Sect's background was.
Although the other party practices Ming Ju, he must have practiced other techniques of the Ju Sect. This is a good opportunity to find out the truth.
The blood chrysanthemum seems to be afraid of flames, so as soon as the flame approaches, the blood chrysanthemum begins to wither, and then disappears, but in the distance, it will condense again.
In the red mist, Old Man Xueju stood quietly, looking at Xiao Yu like a ghost.
Because of her skills, she can use the red mist to hide her figure. No one at the same level can be her opponent.
Xiao Yu was not far away from the other party, as if he didn't see him at all.
Just like that, Old Man Xueju walked towards Xiao Yu step by step.
At this moment, Xiao Yu seemed to be aware of the danger and couldn't help but raise his shuriken.
Seeing the other party's actions, Old Man Xueju paused slightly, but continued to move forward.
Ten meters, eight meters, five meters...
Just when Old Man Xueju was still three meters away from Xiao Yu and was about to make a surprise attack, a sword light flew over and directly hit Old Man Xueju.
"ah..."
Old Man Xueju let out a heart-rending roar, like the scream of a female ghost.
"Hehe, although you have great abilities, it has no effect on me."
Xiao Yu looked at the place where old man Xueju fell and said with a smile.
"Boy, I underestimated you. If you are below the level of Dacheng, you will become blind if you are trapped in my blood mist. I didn't expect you to be able to see me."
After the old man Xueju said a word, he turned over and disappeared directly.
At this time, the blood mist began to roll, and the blood mist began to become viscous, like a liquid.
Xiao Yu also sensed something was wrong and threw out a few talismans in an attempt to disperse the blood mist. However, the talismans flew out and crashed inside, as if they had lost touch with him and could not automatically summon the thunder.
"Condensation..."
A loud shout came from the sky above the blood mist, and then Xiao Yu felt that his body began to fly upward uncontrollably.
At this moment, the blood mist actually gathered together and turned into a huge chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum was slowly closing, and I was trapped in the petals of a chrysanthemum, unable to escape.
"This old guy really underestimates you!"
Xiao Yu used wooden swords and flames one after another, but was unable to break away from the viscous liquid, as if he was trapped in a huge swamp.
The great elder of Ju Zong couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction at this time, as if this situation was expected by her.
Qinglong and the other group of Chinese Taoists all looked a little panicked, and Qinglong stood up directly, as if he was going to rescue them.
Looking from below the fighting platform, a huge chrysanthemum was suspended behind the old man Xueju. Each petal was dozens of feet in size, and Xiao Yu was among the petals, as small as a fly.
The expressions of everyone in Western Xuanmen changed slightly, as if they were shocked by Elder Xueju's attack.
"Haha, the game is over. Xiao Yu is controlled by Xueju. It won't take long before his blood is drained and he turns into a corpse."
Elder Ju Zong was very happy, and the excitement on his face was beyond words.
But as soon as the other party finished speaking, the expression of the elder who controlled the blood chrysanthemum suddenly changed. Then she looked back in shock, and saw that the red blood chrysanthemum had actually condensed into a layer of white frost.
Moreover, the frost was covering her whole body at an extremely fast speed.
