In the almost broken micro-world, Lan Tu, the great elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, is suspended in the sky, holding an ancient golden spear, like a god.
As for Rogge and Lu Xianke, who were recovering from their injuries, they also stood up and stepped forward. Rogge asked, "Isn't that hateful casual cultivator dead?"
Lu Xianke sneered and said: "This casual cultivator surnamed Chen thinks he is invincible because he thinks he can't defeat you and me. You must know that the realm of Elder Lan Tu is higher than that of Chu Tianxia and Huang Zhanhong of Blackwater Xuantan.
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Lan Tu said indifferently: "If you die, just die. Don't blame me for being ruthless. You know, I have given him three opportunities to kowtow and bow nine times, but he doesn't cherish it."
The dazzling light gradually dissipated, and the crumbling land fell apart and floated in the micro world.
"Look, he's not dead yet!" Suddenly, Rogge exclaimed, pointing to a piece of land that was almost collapsed.
The area of the land is very small, and it is estimated that it can only accommodate about ten people standing. At this moment, Chen Yu is lying there, looking like he has been seriously injured.
"Although he is not dead, he is still on his deathbed. First Elder, Second Elder, I personally took the life of this bastard and refined the flesh and blood on his head to use it as a vessel for us to hold wine." Lu Xianke said fiercely.
The sound turned into a startling roar and flew towards Chen Yu.
But at this moment, Chen Yu was adjusting his breath. He slowly raised his right hand, and the skin on his index finger and middle finger was torn. Thick blood continued to flow between the fingers, staining the palm of his hand red.
He put two fingers in front of his eyes, and the blood dripping from them fell into Chen Yu's mouth.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The smell of blood made Chen Yu's heart beat violently, as if it was about to burst his chest.
The blood flowing in every blood vessel all over his body seemed to be burning.
"How many years have passed... finally... this is the real battle!" Chen Yu stood up and slowly raised his head. The dark pupils in his narrow eyes seemed to be filled with blazing flames.
"The casual cultivator named Chen, even if you go to hell, remember that the person who killed you was Lu Xianke, the third elder of the Holy Spirit Sect!" With a low voice, Lu Xianke swooped over and punched Chen Yu hard.
In the distance, Lan Tu shook his head and said with a disdainful smile: "I thought he was so powerful that he could be so valued by Chu Tianxia and Huang Zhanhong. Unfortunately, unfortunately, I am very disappointed."
Rogge said flatteringly: "Even if this bastard is powerful, he cannot be the opponent of the Great Elder. He has provoked our Holy Spirit Sect, and the only thing waiting for him is death."
With a muffled bang, the ground beneath Chen Yu instantly shattered into dust.
"How...how could this happen?" Lu Xianke looked in disbelief as the punch he was bound to win was firmly held in Chen Yu's hand.
The next second, Lu Xianke met Chen Yu's eyes.
What kind of eyes are those, cold-blooded, cruel, and violent, not like a human being, but more like a savage beast from the ancient era.
"Elder Lu, how long has it been since you smelled the breath of death?" As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, Lu Xianke's fist was directly crushed into a ball by Chen Yu's five fingers.
The flesh and blood of his fists were squeezed together, and his bones were crushed. Lu Xianke screamed, his facial features twisted in pain.
With a swish sound, a sharp light flashed away, and Lu Xianke actually cut off his right hand with his left hand. Blood sprayed from the tiger's mouth, and he reluctantly stepped back in pain.
An afterimage flashed by, and Chen Yu's speed was so fast that he caught up with Lu Xianke in just one breath, like a ray of light.
The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, covering Lu Xianke's entire face, and the sharp fingertips had already penetrated into the flesh and bones.
"Elder Lu, I will return your words to you. Even if you go to hell, you must remember that the person who killed you is called Chen Yu." Cold words came out of Chen Yu's mouth, and his hands gradually tightened.
Blood flowed out and dyed Lu Xianke's face red. He screamed: "Chen Xianchang, let me go, don't kill me."
Not far away, Great Elder Lan Tu and Second Elder Rogge rushed over, trying to stop Chen Yu, but it was too late.
With a bang, the head of Lu Xianke, the dignified third elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, was crushed to pieces by Chen Yu. The headless body twitched unconsciously a few times and fell from the sky.
"You... how dare you kill me, the Holy Spirit Sect elder?!" Great Elder Lan Tu was furious, the ancient spear in his hand buzzed and trembled, and a terrifying murderous aura rippled out.
Looking at Lu Xianke's bloody head, and looking at Chen Yu who was spattered with blood and looked like a devil, Rogge's body trembled, and cold air rushed out of his spine.
"You made me bleed!" Chen Yu stared at Lan Tu, with a cruel smile on his lips, and said: "Then I will let you die!" yyls
With a roar, Chen Yu rushed towards Lan Tu, and Lan Tu also stabbed Chen Yu with an ancient spear.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, the unsheathed Wanhong Sword collided with the ancient spear, and brilliant sparks erupted between the two divine weapons.
The next moment, exactly like before, the tip of the ancient spear in Lan Tu's hand suddenly gathered destructive energy, and then exploded with a bang.
The shock waves were layer upon layer, vast and powerful, rushing in all directions. The already fragmented micro world could no longer withstand it, and with a bang, it turned into crystal clear sky.
A figure flew out, it was Chen Yu. He stabilized his figure in mid-air and finally landed in the courtyard unharmed.
About ten meters away, Lan Tu and Rogge both looked solemn and stared at Chen Yu.
Lan Tu's methods made Chen Yu a little bit unprepared. The ancient spear in his hand seemed to explode at the end of every blow. The impact was too strong. This was Chen Yu, a monk with the peak level of ordinary golden elixir cultivation. He would have been caught off guard.
Just die.
Looking at Chen Yu, Lan Tu coldly snorted: "Young man, you are no match for me."
"I can't bear to destroy a genius with my own hands. As long as you agree to be my slave, I can spare your life."
"Be your slave?" Chen Yu said expressionlessly, "You are very pathetic, because as a poor insect, you have the arrogance of a real dragon."
"How dare you, a little casual cultivator, dare to insult me like a bug!" Lan Tu shouted in a low voice and stepped down suddenly with his foot.
The ground cracked instantly, and Lan Tu rushed towards Chen Yu like an arrow from a string. The ancient spear in his hand was like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world.
Faced with this shocking blow that could swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger, Chen Yu unsheathed the Wanhong Sword for the first time.
A brilliant brilliance flooded the courtyard, and a brilliant sword energy penetrated the underground space. This sword was the sword at the peak of Chen Yu's energy and spirit.
This sword is a sword that can change the terrain. No matter whether there is a towering mountain peak or a rolling river in front of you, it will be split by this sword.
This sword can break mountains when it encounters it, and cut water when it encounters water!
The ancient spear in Great Elder Lan Tu's hand dissolved and liquefied like a candle the moment it came into contact with the sword energy, unable to even resist.
In the courtyard where the three of them were, everything visible to the naked eye, including houses, walls, floor tiles, pavilions and attics, were all evaporated until they were completely clean.