Boom! A sword energy swept across, and the mountains roared past like a tsunami, cutting off two thousand-foot mountains in the north and south directions of Bishui Lake.
The top of the mountain flew up into the sky with excitement, and was then shattered by the sword. The earth cracked open ravines, rocks penetrated the sky, and smoke billowed. The scene was shocking.
On the Qingshi Square, the pupils of the four elders of the Holy Spirit Sect shrank violently.
This sword energy was swung by Chen Yu, but Wan Sheng moved hundreds of feet to avoid it, but it still caused such a terrifying scene, which made people's hair stand on end.
This is the combat power of a half-step Nascent Soul, which can change the terrain and topography with just one strike.
Over the Holy Spirit Mountain, Chen Yu and Wan Sheng were fighting hand to hand. Wan Sheng was too domineering, and his golden robe was bulging. He punched out one after another, hitting the Winter Thunder Sword. The metal trembled and buzzed.
The heavy weapon in the spiritual world seems to be broken.
Chen Yu, the Winter Thunder Sword, obtained it from Zhu Shiji's dead father. Thousands of years ago, this ancient sword was also very famous and had been stained with the blood of too many famous monks. However, it was still weaker than the two black and yellow beads passed down from generation to generation by the Holy Spirit Sect.
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Although the Xuanhuang Qi of Xuanhuang Pearl is thin and extremely mixed, it is invincible in the small realm of Xuanling Realm.
The sword and the fist merged, the sky collapsed and the earth split, and the two figures separated.
Zheng! Chen Yu put the Winter Thunder Sword into its sheath. He wore a moon-blue robe and danced hunting, with his black hair flying freely.
"What? Are you begging for mercy?" Tens of meters away, Wan Sheng's fighting spirit was boiling, and his blood was surging. He looked at Chen Yu, and his golden pupils shot out a substantial light, which was extremely dazzling.
Chen Yu's dark pupils were cold and ruthless, like two heavenly swords, cold and bloody, "The high and mighty Master Wan, today, I want you to deeply experience what despair is!"
Chen Yu’s slender hands are clasped together, and Chen Yu’s eyes are sharp!
"Kill!" He roared into the sky, and a pillar of blood energy spurted out from the Tianling Cap, and brilliant golden lotuses sprouted from the sky. The lotus leaves swayed, and the petals scattered, flying one after another, like a dreamlike rain of flowers.
Wan Sheng was undaunted and rushed towards Chen Yu with the black and yellow beads in his palms.
Chen Yu gave up the swordsmanship he was best at, and also used his fist seals to kill.
Domination fist versus domination fist, the distance of tens of meters passed in an instant, Chen Yu and Wan Sheng's fists smashed together fiercely.
"Boom!" The terrifying shock wave, centered on the two people, swept away in all directions.
Click! The majestic Holy Spirit Mountain, which is thousands of feet high, collapsed at this moment and opened cracks. Visible to the naked eye, the flowers, plants and trees all turned into powder, and the jagged and strange rocks all turned into debris.
The mountains in all directions were as fragile as if they were piled up with sand. The clear water lake filled with blood rioted, and large waves surged away, scattering to the sky and the earth.
On the Qingshi Square, the four elders of the Holy Spirit Sect could not maintain their body shape at all, and they flew out like rag bags one by one.
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In the direction of the Holy Spirit Cult in Yicheng, there are monks flying over the eaves and walking over the walls, stepping on the tree crowns, and jumping tens of meters.
There are many monks, at least thousands of them. If you look down from a high altitude, you will have such a ridiculous feeling.
Thousands of monks took off and jumped, but did not fly in the air, like a swarm of grasshoppers in a wheat field in late autumn.
On the ancient road, there is also a long human-shaped dragon. The dragon's head has traveled several miles, but the dragon's tail is still in Yicheng. These are Li people who like to be lively and want to follow thousands of monks to see the Holy Spirit Cult.
Yicheng exists because of the Holy Spirit Cult, not to mention the thousands of monks. In the eyes of the common people, those in Bishui Lake, regardless of whether they are high-ranking elders or ordinary disciples, are as high as immortals.
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In the eyes of these people, the 30,000-year-old Holy Spirit Church is even more majestic than the majestic Holy Spirit Mountain.
On weekdays, even if the handyman disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect come to Yicheng, they are very welcome. They will become the guests of the wealthy families in the city, and they will be given as much beauty, gold, silver, and jewelry as they want.
The people of Yicheng have become accustomed to the disdainful looks from Holy Spirit Sect disciples.
They are immortals, chasing the stars and the sun, moving mountains and seas, so they should look down on the common people.
But what happened to the Holy Spirit Sect, which had been peaceful for more than 30,000 years, today? First, there were several terrifying thunderbolts falling, like the Emperor of Heaven being angry, and then there was a terrifying bombardment coming from the other side of the Bishui Lake, like two ancient beasts fighting.
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In the whole world, is there really someone who is not afraid of death and dares to come to the Holy Spirit Sect to cause trouble?
Not to mention adults, even some children were extremely excited and wanted to see what happened!
"Boom!" Suddenly, the sky shook and the earth trembled, and waves of smoke and dust hit from the distance. It was terrible.
Thousands of monks couldn't react at all, and they were all carried up into the sky by the air waves. The pitiful mortals fell in pieces like waves of wheat blown by the wind. For a while, the screams were endless, and no one dared to take risks.
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It's fun to watch, but it's not worth losing your life for!
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Thousands of miles away from the Holy Spirit Cult and Yicheng, an inconspicuous gray awn cut through the sky.xdw8
The person in the black light is a fat man weighing about three hundred pounds with a fat head and big ears. He is none other than Ji Jianting.
Those in Yicheng didn't know, but Ji Jianting knew clearly that those changes were caused by the life-and-death fight between Chen Yu and Wan Sheng.
Ji Jianting did not choose to watch the battle because he did not think Chen Yu would be Wan Sheng and the god's opponent.
Once Chen Yu dies, Wan Sheng will definitely skin him, Ji Jianting.
As the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, Wan Sheng is not a reckless man without brains. He was the one who led Chen Yu into the Bishui Lake before. Although Chen Yu had changed his appearance at that time, he could detect the truth with his toes.
Moreover, when Ji Jianting went to invite the great elder Lan Tu, several elders and many disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect saw it.
Lan Tu, who is the custodian of the micro-formation, mysteriously disappeared, and the compass fell into Chen Yu's hands. Even a fool would suspect Ji Jianting, let alone Wan Sheng, who had a conspiracy.
Ji Jianting could clearly see those shocking thunderbolts from the top of Yicheng City before.
Ji Jianting could only take advantage of this rare opportunity and run away!
Run as far as you can, run as fast as you can, if Wansheng catches him, this murderous giant might cut off a piece of Ji Jianting's body fat and sell it for sale.
Ji Jianting, who was running at full speed, suddenly changed his expression and looked up to the front.
From the far end of the world, a huge creature flew over, it turned out to be a golden-winged roc.
The roc was so big that when it spread its wings, it was like clouds hanging from the sky. It was so fast that it was difficult to catch it with the naked eye. The strong wind it stirred up caused pieces of ancient trees in the virgin forest below to be broken.
If it were just a big roc, Ji Jianting wouldn't be so scared.
On the back of Dapeng, two people stood.
One person is wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe, carrying a black war spear on his back, and the other person is wearing a white robe, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes. He is so young, and looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Tiandao Sect Zhu Shiji, Tianyao Sect Bai Jiutian, damn!" Ji Jianting wanted to die.