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Chapter 779

It is unimaginable that Zhu Shiji and Chen Yu's tentative attack caused such terrible consequences.

In the Canglan River, the turbulent water that was as high as a hundred feet finally came down. The scene was majestic, and the rolling tide surged and flooded large areas on both sides of the river. Many mortals were swept away, and miserable howls occurred one after another.

Among the monks watching the battle, there were many innocent people who rode the tide and rescued all the mortals who unfortunately fell into the water.

However, most people's eyes were fixed on the two people in the sky.

Chen Yu held the Dongle Sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword was surrounded by arcs of electricity. He looked calmly and looked towards the opposite side.

Zhu Shiji was injured. The Taoist robe on his chest was cut open by the sword energy, and blood flowed out, bright red. yyls

"Is this the Qi and blood of a strong person in the Nascent Soul Realm? It's shocking, it's even more brilliant than red agate!" Some elders from the sect were amazed.

"The bodies of those who are strong in the Nascent Soul Realm are harder than ordinary magic weapons. Their Qi and blood are as strong as rivers, flowing endlessly. Ordinary wounds can be healed with Qi and blood alone without swallowing healing pills."

A sect leader explained, which opened everyone's eyes.

Ordinary monks, even if they are as high as the six great elders of the six major sects, their blood is just the most ordinary blood.

But the blood flowing out of Zhu Shiji's wound was like bright red pearls, emitting soft light and falling into the water one by one.

This is the best proof of the majestic energy and blood!

It can be seen with the naked eye that the wound on Zhu Shiji's chest is healing on its own!

You don't need to be in the Nascent Soul realm, even half a step to the Nascent Soul realm, you can achieve this step!

The legendary true god, a drop of blood is enough to burn a small area to ashes, and the energy contained in it is comparable to the shock wave caused by an explosion on the sun.

"Not bad!" Above the sky, Zhu Shiji looked at Chen Yu with cold eyes.

He stared at the Winter Thunder Sword in his hand and said: "This sword is my father's sword. It is called the Heavenly Thunder Sword. It is an important weapon in the Xuanling Realm. I never thought that you would hurt me with it today!"

"Tian Lei Sword?" Chen Yujian frowned, his expression somewhat disgusted.

"I don't care who this sword belonged to before. From now on it will only belong to me, Chen Yu. I prefer to call it the Winter Thunder Sword!"

"One more thing, today, not only do I want to hurt you with the Winter Thunder Sword, I also want to chop off your head."

Looking at Zhu Shiji's bloodthirsty eyes, Chen Yu said coldly: "A few days ago, when I was destroying your Tiandao Sect, I took a trip to the Houshan Cemetery."

"All the ancestors of your Tiandao Sect were placed in coffins and buried in yellow wood, but you built a tomb specifically for your father. It can be seen that you are a filial son."

"The most bitter thing in life is being separated from your loved ones. You should miss your father and your only son Zhu Qing very much."

"Master Zhu, there is no need to worry. Today I, Chen Yu, will send you to hell and reunite your three generations."

"Creak!" Zhu Shiji's chest heaved violently, and his teeth creaked loudly.

In terms of combat power, he is not afraid of Chen Yu, but in terms of his ability to bully people, he is definitely no match for him.

"Kill!" With an angry shout, Zhu Shiji rushed towards Chen Yu, the spear in his hand breathing murderous intent, which was extremely terrifying.

"Hmph!" Chen Yu snorted coldly, holding the ancient winter thunder sword and moving forward without fear.

This is a battle of life and death. Zhu Shiji and Chen Yu are no longer testing each other. They are like two gods and demons breaking out of hell. War spears and ancient swords collide with each other from time to time.

Clang, clank! Fire was splashing in the sky, and every time Chen Yu and Zhu Shiji collided, there was a roar that shook both sides of the Canglan River.

The sound was so loud that it was like a supreme and silent immortal beating a drum, and also like the dragon's roar from ancient times, which wanted to roar the mountains, rivers, sun and moon to pieces.

"Gudu!" Many of the onlookers were swallowing their saliva, and their eyes were as wide as bells.

Is this still a human battle? It's more like two giants fighting each other. Suddenly, a spear of black light flew out from the center of the battlefield, instantly shooting the towering girl through the cave.

The next second, a sword energy swept across, and the brilliant light seemed to be able to overwhelm the three realms and six realms.

Gushe Mountain was cut off by the sword energy on the spot, and the top of the mountain was shaken by the impact and flew into the sky. Then it exploded with a bang, causing rocks to collapse, clouds to fall, and smoke and dust to billow.

"Zheng!" Amidst the trembling sound of metal, Chen Yu, with his black hair flying wildly and roaring like a dragon or a snake, directly flew away the war spear in Zhu Shiji's hand.

The black war spear turned into a black light and plunged into the Canglan River.

The next moment, it was like a hydrogen bomb exploded in the vast ocean, and the rolling river water shook the earth and swept across all directions.

The river flooded large tracts of virgin forest and hills one after another, roaring against the Gushe Mountain and Ruxian Peak standing on the horizon.

"Pa!" There was a soft sound, extremely clear. In the center of the battlefield, like a bolt of lightning, Chen Yu quickly approached Zhu Shiji, and then slapped him up.

This slap was firmly placed on Zhu Shiji's cheek. The poor master of the Tiandao Sect, a giant who had stood firm in the Xuanling world for hundreds of years, was directly slapped and flew out.

After flying hundreds of meters away, Zhu Shiji stabilized his body.

His cheek was slightly swollen, and the five finger prints on it were extremely dazzling.

Among the onlookers, many monks took a deep breath and felt as if they were dreaming.

It makes sense that ordinary people in the world do not know Zhu Shiji, but as long as they are a monk, regardless of whether they are elders, disciples of large or small sects, or casual cultivators struggling at the bottom, who dares to say that they have not heard of Zhu Shiji's reputation?

This is the master of the Tiandao Sect, one of the six strongest people in the Xuanling Realm, the strongest among the strong, the pinnacle of the pinnacles.

But today, Zhu Shiji was slapped in the face by a small cultivator in front of everyone in the world.

"Damn, it's an illusion, this must be an illusion!" A monk didn't want to believe it, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked again.

The slap mark on Zhu Shiji's face was still so clear that it couldn't be faked.

"In the history of the Xuanling world, there are not many life-and-death fights between two giants, but there are definitely many, but one person slapped the other person, and in front of the world, this is the first time that it has ever happened!

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"Roar!" Regardless of the burning pain on his cheek, Zhu Shiji roared into the sky, the sound waves rippled layer upon layer, surging and surging.

Among the onlookers, too many mortals were screaming. Their heads felt extremely painful, as if someone was hitting them with a heavy hammer.

Including some low-level casual cultivators, their chests were extremely heavy, their bodies were full of blood, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Retreat!" Needless to say, ordinary mortals and low-level cultivators consciously retreated and stayed away from the battlefield.

The roar lasted for a long time before it subsided. Zhu Shiji's black and white Taoist robes were bulging, his eyes were as red as blood, and he was really angry.

"Demon surnamed Chen, thirty years ago, I perfected the divine will technique. So far, I have never used it once!"

"Today, I, Zhu Shiji, will eat your flesh one bite at a time, drink your blood, and swallow all your marrow!"

There was a roar, and with Zhu Shiji as the center, a violent shock wave surged forward.

Chen Yu, who was the closest, was wearing white clothes that were about to be torn to pieces. The wind blew on his face, which hurt like a knife.

Zhu Shiji held the ancient seal in his hand and muttered something.

Between heaven and earth, there was a majestic voice, as if a high-altitude god was chanting scriptures.

Under the Qing Ming, all the spiritual energy within a radius of thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of miles is flowing towards the Canglan River.


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