The Burning Mountain Range to which Baidu Mountain belongs has disappeared from the map and was razed to the ground.
Tens of thousands of monks, covering a large area in darkness, retreated far enough before they dared to look back.
It was so shocking. The battle between Chen Yu and the three giants Zhu Shiji, Bai Jiutian, and Xia Houyuan was like destroying the world.
They struck from the sky to the ground, from south to north. Wherever they passed, the mountains, rivers and forests were all overturned, like several earth dragons fighting for their power.
There were shock waves. Even though they were separated by endless distances, everyone watching the battle still felt it. The murderous intent was so strong that it made people's hair stand on end. They were clearly not in the battlefield, but they felt as if they were being targeted by the four people.
"Roar!" The blood-colored spear in Bai Jiutian's hand swallowed dozens of feet of spear light, as if it could pierce the sun and the moon. His energy and blood seemed to be burning, like a horned dragon awakening to conquer the heavens.
Xia Houyuan was shrouded in magic armor, and the magic mist rolled in, covering the sky and the earth. He did not look like an old man in his twilight years, but more like an invincible divine general under the Immortal Emperor.
The thousand-foot-long Dharma stepped on the mountains and rivers, and the spiritual giant sword chased Chen Yu and fell down. On the ground, there were endless abysses, which were extremely ferocious, as if they were going to bury all living beings.
This was a real life-and-death fight. Chen Yu, the leader of Tiandao Sect, the leader of Tianyao Sect, and the leader of Zizi Sect, all tried their best to fight bloody battles.
"Zheng!" Bai Jiutian, dressed in white, swooped over. The blood-colored spear was like an immortal blood glow. He held it in his hand and stabbed Chen Yu.
The sword energy was violent, Chen Yu raised his new sword, the tip of the spear shifted uncontrollably, and the spear light shot out and landed at the end of the world.
There, the mountains are penetrated by holes, and the majestic mountains are full of huge holes and rustling gravel.
Chen Yu grabbed Bai Jiutian's left arm with his left hand. He pulled hard and tore off the arm of the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Phew! Large swaths of crimson blood fell from the sky. Bai Jiutian's face was as pale as paper and he quickly retreated.
Chen Yu was bathed in the rain of blood, holding Bai Jiutian's severed arm, as if the devil was alive!
"Demon surnamed Chen, I will send you to hell!" Xia Houyuan rushed over again, like a demon star hitting Chen Yu.
Chen Yu casually threw away Bai Jiutian's arm, made a fist with his bloody left hand, and fought with Xia Houyuan.
There was a click, like a thunderbolt blasting in the ears. The tens of thousands of monks who were fighting outside the endless distance, and some low-level casual cultivators, all screamed, their ear holes were bleeding, and their heads were in severe pain, as if they had been hit with a heavy hammer.
Smashed it.
Even those sect elders and headmasters with advanced realms are not feeling well, and the energy and blood in their bodies are constantly surging.
Wang Xinyao, who was standing alone on the top of the tree canopy, groaned, the world was spinning, and she almost fell from the height.
As for Ji Jianting and the girl in white, they had already run far away, far behind tens of thousands of monks, so they were not affected.
"Master Dao, my brother is just extraordinary. He fights one against three and is so fierce, like a bull!" Ji Jianting couldn't help but extend a thumb in the direction of Chen Yu.
"Hey, a few kids are just playing house, do they deserve to be called a fierce one? This God Emperor will laugh out loud with his snow-white silver teeth!"
"No!" The girl in white suddenly shook her little head and said, "It's not even a child playing house, at most it's just a few slightly larger ants fighting."
"You are so crazy, why don't you go up to the sky and stand side by side with the sun?" Ji Jianting gave the girl in white a shudder.
"What is the sun? I have shot several golden crows before!" The girl in white said calmly.
Ji Jianting didn't want to speak anymore. If he kept talking, he would probably have a heart attack from this sharp-tongued little girl.
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With a bang, the void exploded inch by inch, and the Divine Chains of Order were knocked out, but the scale was small, each one shining with a cold luster, like a supreme divine weapon cast from divine gold.
"Ah!" Two figures passed each other, but the master of the Zi Zi Sect was screaming.
The magic armor's defensive power was so strong that it was hit by Chen Yu's punch but was not damaged at all. However, Xia Houyuan could not hold on anymore and his fist was injured by the counterattack force.
At this moment, Xia Houyuan's fist, wrapped in pieces of Linjia, was already bloody and bloody.
Bright blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor, dripping thickly.
"Boom!" Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Zhu Shiji controlled the will of heaven and struck down the thousand-foot giant with a sword.
Chen Yu couldn't avoid it. His spiritual energy was consumed too much, and his grasp of some details was no longer as perfect as before. In the flash of lightning, he only had time to hold the new sword above his head.
"Crack!" Amidst the deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, the giant sword condensed by Heaven and Earth's spiritual energy was directly broken by the new sword.
A section of the sword tip flew out and exploded above Qing Ming. It was a dazzling golden light wave, like the second dazzling sun. Tens of thousands of spectators all closed their eyes, because of the burning
It was so painful that I couldn't look straight at it.
In the battlefield, Chen Yu's right arm holding the sword was covered with protruding blue blood vessels. He roared, but it was useless. He was knocked down by the majestic power of the giant sword and smashed deeply into the earth.
The ground in large areas has sunk, and there are ravines everywhere like spider webs. The sky is filled with smoke and dust, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
"Has the demon surnamed Chen been defeated?" someone among the spectators asked in surprise.
"It should be a defeat. After all, the demon surnamed Chen faced three half-step Nascent Soul giants. Even though he lost, it is an honor." Some older people in the Xuanling world were sighing, breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking that they could see such a scene.
This is a pinnacle battle that attracts worldwide attention, and this life is not in vain.
"It's impossible. In the battle on the Canglan River, the demon surnamed Chen was trying to kill the leader of the Tiandao Sect and the Holy Spirit Sect in their peak state. He wouldn't have been defeated so easily." There were also monks who had witnessed the battle on the Canglan River.
, held a different opinion, feeling that Chen Yu was not dead, but just suffered some injuries.
"Brother Chen!" Wang Xinyao was worried. She didn't want anything to happen to Chen Yu, even if he was injured.
If it weren't for the fact that her realm was not enough in front of the three giants, Wang Xinyao would have rushed forward and faced the enemy together with Chen Yu.
"Little fat man, are you still bragging? Your brother is so cool!" The girl in white smiled slyly and patted the fat Taoist priest's round belly.
"Ah, ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth. How can Master Dao's brother be so fragile? Let's wait and see!" Ji Jian said this, but he was very nervous in his heart.
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On the battlefield, Qianzhang Dharma Master held half of a huge sword, and his huge head swept left and right. As for Bai Jiutian and Xia Houyuan, they each swallowed healing pills to recover from their injuries, but they did not dare to be too careless and were closely observing the surrounding situation. yyls
After all, the three of them are facing the leader of the world. They must not take it lightly or relax in the slightest, otherwise they will be like Wan Sheng and be beheaded by Chen Yu.
The longer a monk lives, the more afraid he is of death!