Under the horrified gazes of tens of thousands of spectators, Chen Yu took out the pure Jun sword from King Solomon's ring.
He raised his long sword, which was as bright as autumn water and as thin as a cicada's wing, and approached Xiahou Gong's face.
"No!" Xia Hougong struggled violently, but it was to no avail. He was howling miserably, but he could not get Chen Yu to show mercy.
The sword edge fell, and a piece of flesh and blood was cut off. The dazzling blood flowed down Xiahou Gong's cheek, which was shocking.
Chen Yu didn't pause, and the sword edge fell for the second time...!
Three times, four times, five times... Xia Hougong's throat screamed inhumanly. He was in so much pain that he wished he could die immediately.
"Stop, let him go!" On the horizon, at the top of the mountain, Xia Houying screamed at Chen Yu, tears flowing out of Qiu Shui's long eyes.
Chen Yu glanced coldly at the daughter of the Zi Zi Sect, and said in a cold tone: "Don't worry, when I cut Xiahou Gong into a skeleton, and there is no flesh and blood left to cut, it will be your turn!"
Such a sentence made Xia Houying feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar!
One sword after another, Xia Hougong fainted several times and woke up again from the pain. The blood had already dyed his clothes red.
Tens of thousands of spectators were horrified. Is this the method used by the leader of the world, the best in the world? It is no different from a real devil.
"The Xiahou Clan Master has already given in and bowed his head to the devil named Chen. Why can't he be magnanimous? He still wants to do such a cruel thing to the Zizi Clan Young Master in front of everyone in the world." Someone whispered.
He cursed Chen Yu and felt that he was no different from a cold-blooded beast.
"This number one in the world, this leader in the human world, is not the blessing of my mysterious spiritual world, but the sorrow of all living beings!" There are also older generations who are criticizing Chen Yu's methods and feel that they are against humanity.
On the top of the mountain, Xia Houying was supported by a female disciple. She had tears in her eyes. On the one hand, she hated Chen Yu and her father's weakness. On the other hand, she was also a little afraid that after Xia Hou Gong died, she would follow in the same footsteps and be killed by Chen Yu.
Thousands of pieces, peeling all the flesh and blood cleanly.
As for Huangcang, his face was as white as a corpse. He really regretted it. If God could give him a chance to start over, he would rather die in the ancient city than stay here and wait for death to come. It would be too torture.
Wang Xinyao was also watching. She looked carefully without even blinking.
The daughter of the Xuan Mo Sect does not think Chen Yu's behavior is too cold-blooded. After all, she has a father who is one of the six strongest people in the Xuan Ling world.
The sect master of all nations also punished the insidious villains who betrayed the sect. This giant not only tortured the betrayers to death, but also killed the traitor's nine tribes, killing all the smallest signs of revenge in the cradle.
Compared with Wang Wanguo, Chen Yu cannot be called a pure and kind person, but he cannot be called cruel.
With tens of thousands of spectators at the rear, Ji Jianting's expression was gloomy and uncertain. The time he spent with Chen Yu could not be said to be too long, but it was certainly not short. This was the first time he had seen Chen Yu use such terrifying methods.
The fat Taoist priest was worried that one day he would be treated like this by Chen Yu.
"Beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You brother is a weakling, but your character is too suitable for this God Emperor. I have decided to take him under my command and serve me!" The girl in white clapped her hands with her little hands.
There was a crackling sound, and this was the first time she laughed heartily when facing Chen Yu.
"Working for you? Carrying you around all day long, serving you food, drink and shit?" Ji Jianting said scornfully.
"You know how to make a fool of yourself. Being able to serve this God Emperor is a blessing that your brother has earned over tens of thousands of lifetimes." The girl in white said proudly.
"Bah!" Ji Jianting spat and raised his middle finger at the girl in white.
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In the center of the battlefield, Chen Yu no longer knew how many times he had dropped his sword. Poor Xiahou Gong, his face was beyond recognition, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.
"That's enough!" Finally, Xia Houyuan spoke. There were tears in his muddy old eyes, tears of unwillingness and tears of humiliation.
His voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to hear clearly. At this moment, he looked less like the leader of the Zi Zi Sect who was so powerful in the Xuanling world, and more like a lonely and suffering old man in the world.
The desire for hegemony is gone, leaving only the dust and exhaustion all over the body!
Chen Yu stopped, and with a powerful wave of his right hand, all the blood on the Chunjun sword was wiped away.
"Crack!" With the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other, pieces of cold armor fell off Xia Houyuan's body and were reshaped in front of Chen Yu.
The magic armor is filled with wisps of black mist, giving people a strong sense of oppression. Some places on it are broken, as if they were forged by ancient demons.
This armor already had cracks on it when the ancestor of the Zizai Sect obtained it, and it was not broken by Chen Yu.yyls
With a wave of his sleeve, Chen Yu erased the strand of consciousness belonging to Xia Houyuan attached to the demon armor, and put the armor into King Solomon's ring.
"The Art of Deception! Right, give it to me!" Chen Yu looked at Xia Houyuan and said coldly.
"I never thought that in this era, I would be buried!" There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart. Xia Houyuan sighed, his heart was already dead.
Xia Houyuan took out a skill from the storage ring and threw it to Chen Yu. The master of the Zi Zi Sect took a deep look at Xia Hou Gong, who was shackled by the spiritual energy, then turned around and looked at Xia Hou Ying at the top of the mountain on the horizon.
"I am a remnant of the old era. In the new world, there is no land to support me!" With his hands on his back, Xia Houyuan's back was hunched, his feet stepped on the void, and he walked toward the distance step by step, facing the view after the dark clouds dispersed.
The blazing sun walked away.
He had white hair all over his head, and strands fell from his head and floated in the air.
His body was covered in flesh and blood, falling off like mud, and drops of turbid, no longer bright blood were floating from the sky.
In less than ten seconds, Xia Houyuan died, and his last skeleton turned into dust and disappeared.
Such a giant met such a tragic end, which makes people sigh and sigh. The older generation among the tens of thousands of spectators seemed to have seen their own ending.
So far, among the six most powerful people in the Xuanling Realm, Wan Sheng, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, Zhu Shiji, the leader of the Tiandao Sect, Bai Jiutian, the leader of the Tianyao Sect, and Xia Houyuan, the leader of the Zizi Sect, all died in the hands of Chen Yu.
Today, of the six major factions, only the Ten Thousand Nations Sect Leader of the Xuan Mo Sect and Jiang Jianying of the Wuliang Sword Sect remain.
Chen Yu has completely risen. This battle has passed. He is truly invincible in the world.
Even if Wang Wanguo and Jiang Jianying intend to form an alliance, they cannot stop Chen Yu.
In front of tens of thousands of spectators, Chen Yu opened the exercises, page by page, and read them roughly.
"Zi Zi Gong" is the most important foundation of Zi Zi Sect. Unfortunately, it is just useless in Chen Yu's eyes. The deceitful techniques that make him jealous are recorded in the last few pages. They are only a few hundred words, but each word is intricate and mysterious. No wonder
Xia Houyuan, who has been practicing for six hundred years, is only a minor success.