Xing Yu clenched his left fist tightly, pouring all his energy into it, and punched the rightmost head of the three-headed hell dog.
This punch contains nearly 10% of Xing Yu's power. You must know that even if the eighth-level warrior does not exert any internal force, he can explode more than 4,000 tons of power with the power of his body alone. If internal force is added,
With the assistance of martial arts, it can even burst out more than 10,000 tons of power in an instant.
With such a powerful force, even a three-headed hell dog with a body size of more than ten meters and amazing physical strength was hit by Xing Yu's punch, and his entire body was hit and flew more than fifty meters sideways.
Xing Yu's sudden display of power made everyone present jump. No one thought that Xing Yu could actually fight back in such an unfavorable situation.
The three-headed hell dog, which was sent flying by Xing Yu's punch, forcibly turned over in the air, landed on its four paws, and slid back for more than ten meters before stopping.
And when it stabilized its body, everyone discovered that the head on the far right, which was hit by Xing Yu's punch, was spitting out blood.
The three-headed hell dog roared angrily a few times, seeming to be a little angry, and pounced in Xing Yu's direction again.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the sky:
"What kind of evildoer dares to run wild in Kunlun? I really think that everyone in Kunlun is invincible. I will die!!!"
The sudden sound caused everyone present, including Murong Yunqing, to raise their heads and look to the sky.
At this moment, a milky white sword light flew out of the sky and fell straight down.
This sword light was not dazzling, and it did not look surprising. However, such a seemingly ordinary sword shot through the void, and instantly landed directly on the ground from a hundred meters away in the air.
At this moment, everyone felt that the world was spinning, and it seemed that what fell was not a sword light, but the entire sky, vast, majestic, and irresistible.
Almost instantly, the milky-white sword light that seemed to encompass the entire sky struck the three-headed hell dog with irresistible power and a will as vast as the sea.
"boom!"
The huge, seemingly indestructible body of the three-headed hell dog was like paper in front of the milky white sword light falling from the sky. Countless black energy exploded, black blood spattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The three-headed hell dog that had even suppressed Xing Yu before could not even hold on for a breath and was seriously injured.
Then, the three-headed hell dog's entire body turned into a stream of black light, and then got back into the black portal in front of Wu Tian and disappeared.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and everyone looked shocked. Even Murong Yunqing was no exception. The sword falling from the sky actually gave her a strong sense of crisis.
Murong Yunqing believed that if he had been the one to bear the sword, his fate might not be much better than that of the three-headed hell dog.
Among everyone present, the one who was most surprised was Wu Tian.
Wu Tian knew the strength of the three-headed hell dog best. However, even with the powerful strength of the three-headed hell dog, he could not block the sword light, and it could even be said that it was defeated in one blow.
At the moment when the sword light fell, Wu Tian, who was mentally connected to the three-headed hell dog, could be said to have borne the brunt. He was directly hit hard and a mouthful of blood could not help but spit out.
If he had not recalled the three-headed hell dog in time, I am afraid that the three-headed hell dog at this time would not have been seriously injured. It would have been killed directly by that sword.
If he really got to that point, even if he didn't die, the huge trauma in his soul would not allow him to continue participating in the elite sword discussion meeting.
horrible!
A truly terrifying sword!
At this moment, the voice in the air came again: "Eh? Actually
Is it a summoned creature?"
As these words were spoken, a floating figure slowly fell from the sky.
The person who came looked like he was in his twenties, with a stern face, domineering sword-shaped eyebrows, and a Taoist robe. His long black hair was tied into a bun at the back of his head, revealing his plump and resolute forehead.
What attracted the most attention was his pair of deep eyes, which were all-encompassing and seemed to be pregnant with infinite universe.
"Who are you?"
Wu Tian's face was gloomy. As soon as this person appeared, he directly ruined the duel between him and Xing Yu. Moreover, without warning, he himself was seriously injured. How could Wu Tian swallow such humiliation?
Tone?
After hearing this, the young Taoist turned around and looked at Wu Tian. His face was very calm, like a pool of spring water, but his eyes were very deep, so deep that it was impossible to see clearly any of his thoughts.
"I'm nameless, I wonder why you are fighting here? Is it possible that you don't know that private fights are prohibited in Kunlun? If you really have grudges that are difficult to resolve, you can compete in the elite sword discussion meeting. Otherwise, Kunlun
There are Kunlun rules!"
"Ye Wuming!"
Upon hearing this name, everyone present who had heard of this name couldn't help but take a breath and shrink their pupils.
Murong Yunqing was no exception. She also knew the name Ye Wuming.
Regarding this elite sword discussion meeting, Ying Tian had introduced them in detail.
In his introduction, he mentioned the talented elite disciples from all walks of life who participated in this elite sword discussion meeting, and in his introduction, the first person mentioned was Ye Wuming.
Ye Wuming, the direct disciple of the master of Kunlun Temple, the chief disciple of Kunlun Temple, the leader among the contemporary disciples of Kunlun Temple, and truly the number one among the younger generation of Kunlun Temple.
Possessing Kunlun Sword Art, Jade Void Steps and many other peerless martial arts skills, at the age of less than twenty-five, he has mastered the Kunlun Shrine's secret art of slaying the palace and the Taiyi True Art to the third level, and his internal strength has reached a terrifying level.
He is only one step away from reaching the peak of the eighth heaven to be able to join the ranks of the top experts. He is truly the proud son of heaven!
Although Ye Wuming only said half of what he said before, anyone could hear the threat in his words.
Kunlun Temple, as a hidden force in the Chinese Empire, is far beyond the imagination of the outside world. If it were not for the elite sword discussion meeting, not everyone would be able to come to the top of Kunlun!
On ordinary days, the top of Kunlun Mountain, like Shennongjia, is a mysterious place within the Chinese Empire, and no one is allowed to enter or exit at all.
However, this mysterious place is different from the Shennongjia in the past. Many established top forces know what is going on in the Kunlun Mountains. The reason why they have not set foot in the Kunlun Mountains in these years is partly because of respect for the Kunlun Holy Land, and partly because of respect for the Kunlun Holy Land.
On the other hand, it is mainly because of the powerful strength of Kunlun Temple!
As Ye Wuming is the leader of the younger generation of Kunlun Palace, his words can even directly represent Kunlun Palace. Therefore, no one dares to ignore the threat in his words.
"Huh? Xing Yu? It's you? Why are you here?"
After Ye Wuming looked around at everyone, he discovered Xing Yu who was fighting against Wu Tian. However, when he saw Xing Yu's appearance at this time, he was a little surprised.
Xing Yu has been in Kunlun Palace for a while, so Ye Wuming still knows a little about him. But he didn't expect that he would be injured today, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.
Xing Yu waved his right hand. He was not as restrained as others in responding to Ye Wuming's question. Wu Tian, who was not far away, saw Xing Yu's action and his pupils suddenly shrank.
You know, Xing Yu has been poisoned by him. Before, Xing Yu was able to seal the poison in his right hand to prevent it from spreading, which already surprised him. But now, looking at Xing Yu's actions, it is clear that he is
The poison in his right arm has been resolved!
What's going on?
Wu
Tian even wondered if he was wrong. He had full confidence in his poison. He even used poison to kill top experts who had reached the ninth level of heaven.
With such a precedent, it was hard for him to believe that Xing Yu could detoxify him so easily.
Xing Yu, on the other side, ignored Wu Tian's horrified gaze at all, and just replied to Ye Wuming calmly: "I naturally have something to do when I come here."
Saying that, Xing Yu turned his gaze to Murong Yunqing: "Murong Yunqing!"
Murong Yunqing was slightly stunned when she heard this. For some reason, when Xing Yu mentioned her, she suddenly had a very bad feeling.
Taking a deep breath, Murong Yunqing stepped forward and stood opposite Xing Yu: "I wonder what Ye Shura is looking for me about?"
"Murong Yunqing, if I remember correctly, this is the second time we have met, right? The last time, it seemed that we were on the Immortal Island, right?"
Xing Yu had a calm expression on his face, completely gone from the embarrassed look he had during the previous battle.
"Tell me, your purpose of coming here this time."
Murong Yunqing spoke coldly. The man in front of her had never given her a good impression. Therefore, when speaking, Murong Yunqing did not mean the slightest bit of humility and courtesy. If it weren't for the unknown premonition in her heart, she wouldn't even bother
Deal with Xing Yu.
Xing Yu was completely unaware of Murong Yunqing's cold words. There was even a smile on his face.
When he saw the smile on Xing Yu's face, for some reason, the ominous premonition in Murong Yunqing's heart began to intensify again. At this moment, Murong Yunqing even felt so depressed that it was almost difficult to breathe.
Xing Yu looked at Murong Yunqing with a smile. Murong Yunqing's beauty was truly something he had never seen before, especially her ethereal and smoke-like temperament, which gave men a strong desire to conquer her.
"The purpose is irrelevant. I just want to show you something."
With that said, Xing Yu took out a palm-sized bag from his arms and threw it directly towards Murong Yunqing.
When Murong Yunqing took the bag and saw what was inside, he was completely stunned.
Anger! Unprecedented anger!
Murong Yunqing had never had such an impulse, wanting to kill someone as much as he did now.
The overwhelming anger turned into billowing murderous aura, and in an instant, she enveloped her whole body.
"Xing...yu...!!!"
Murong Yunqing gritted his teeth, lowered his head, looked at the thing in his hand, and called out the name word by word.
Then, Murong Yunqing raised his head, and with his frosty face, bloodshot eyes, and eyes that almost wanted to choose people to eat, he slowly uttered four words: "Are you...looking for...death...
?”
"Are you...looking for...death...?"
Murong Yunqing said these four simple words every word.
That face that was as beautiful as a fairy was already cloudy and covered with frost. And her somewhat ethereal temperament was transformed into a murderous intent at this moment!
Xing Yu, who was targeted by Murong Yunqing's murderous intent, suddenly tensed up. At this moment, Xing Yu felt horrified because he felt a strong sense of crisis from Murong Yunqing's body.
A strong sense of fear emerged from the depths of Xing Yu's heart, making him almost have the urge to escape.
"What's going on!"
Xing Yu felt a little frightened in his heart. According to Murong Yunqing's cultivation level, he shouldn't feel like this at all, but the tremor coming from his body actually made him feel a kind of panic when facing Murong Yunqing.
A creepy feeling.
Murong Yunqing looked at the things in his hands. It was very simple, a photo and a necklace.
But what made Murong Yunqing extremely angry was that the photo above was none other than a family photo of his own home.