Be careful!" Qing Zisu shouted, and the Shennong Whip burst out with five colors of light, sweeping toward the three ancestors of the Qiong family who had already rushed forward.
boom!
With a loud noise, the spiritual power of the third ancestor of the Qiong family surged wildly around him, and the green perilla flew out and hit the ground heavily. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and stained his clothes in spots.
A strong anger suddenly appeared on Chu Yiliu's face, and he said gloomily: "How dare you hurt her!"
The Sumeru lamp suddenly appeared in front of him, with a faint azure light. The surging spiritual power of the Concentration Realm crazily poured into it. In an instant, the lamp burst out with a dazzling light, making it difficult to look directly at it.
The third ancestor of the Qiong family showed disdain in his eyes and sneered: "You brat, how dare you resist!"
It's really interesting that a little guy from the Ningyun Realm still has the courage to fight against a late-stage cultivator from the Purple Lake Realm!
However, no matter how interesting it was, it could not shake the murderous intention of the third ancestor of the Qiong family. The power of the purple lake around him boiled and stirred, and he waved his palms out of the void, and two rays of light fell from the sky, crushing Xiang Chu Yiliu!
boom!
The spiritual power tore through Chu Yiliu's limbs crazily, like countless sharp knives cutting. Chu Yiliu gritted his teeth tightly, bloodshot eyes appeared faintly, and veins popped out on his face. He was in extreme pain!
"Kill!" His eyes were filled with blood. As he roared, a beam of light from the bright Sumeru lamp penetrated the purple lake of the third ancestor of the Qiong family and directly attacked his sea of consciousness.
ah!
The third ancestor of the Qiong family groaned, his face turned pale, and his whole body was trembling.
He used his spiritual power to attack Chu Yiliu, but Chu Yiliu resisted and counterattacked with his spiritual power.
One side is torn apart by the majestic spiritual power, and the other side is crushed by the overbearing mental power. Let’s see who can’t hold on first!
However, after all, the third ancestor of the Qiong family was a strong man in the late Zihu period, and his defensive power was quite terrifying.
Fortunately for Chu Yiliu, his cultivation in the Body Refining Realm has reached the peak of the Boiling Blood Realm, otherwise it would be impossible to block the attack of the third ancestor of the Qiong family. He knew that if he gave in, there would be only death. If he stood up to resist, there would be a glimmer of hope.
The spiritual power in the sea of consciousness poured into the Sumeru lamp desperately, and was forced to shoot towards the third ancestor of the Qiong family. He had even given up the defense of his own sea of consciousness.
The third ancestor's expression also became extremely ferocious, and he roared lowly, shaking the power of the Purple Lake behind him even more violently.
The Ruzhi's spiritual light beam was also constantly strengthening, as if a pair of big hands were about to tear Chu Yiliu to pieces.
The power of Qi and blood surged all over Chu Yiliu's body, and the spiritual blood surged like a shot, but it was quickly dispersed by the domineering spiritual power of the third ancestor of the Qiong family. The spiritual power fell from the sky, like a bone scraper, tearing and cutting Chu Yiliu's internal organs.
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Chu Yiliu's clothes were stained red with blood.
The blood dripped into a pool of blood at his feet, which looked extremely miserable.
"You brat, you're still alive!" The third ancestor of the Qiong family looked up to the sky and roared with ferocious eyes. The power of the Purple Lake roared, and the roars were endless.
"Old guy, I don't believe you can still hold on!" Chu Yiliu was not willing to be outdone, and retorted. The mental power in the sea of consciousness was released without reservation, and he felt dizzy in his mind.
He has no way out.
We can only burn the boat!
Once the spiritual attack of the third ancestor of the Qiong family breaks through his defense, Chu Yiliu will not only be damaged physically, but also mentally!
The sound of fighting around the competition ground stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to Chu Yiliu and the third ancestor of the Qiong family.
"It's too scary." Someone said with horror in their eyes, "A monk in the Ningyun Realm can actually persist in the hands of the ancestor for such a long time!"
"What's the use of holding on any longer?" Qiong Ao said ferociously, Chu Yiliu was already so powerful that he could hardly compare to him.
"You're going to die anyway!" he roared angrily.
In the competition field, although Qing Zisu and others stood on the side, looking at the miserable Chu Yiyi, they wanted to step forward, but the surroundings were filled with the domineering power of the Purple Lake of the third ancestor of the Qiong family, and it was impossible for low-level monks to step into it.
in.
If you are not careful, not only will you not be able to save Chu Yiyi, but you will also be injured by their attacks.
Everyone can only wait for the results.
This is a long rally.
The majestic spiritual power poured into Chu Yiliu's body. The robe on his body had been torn into strips of cloth. Blood and flesh were falling from his bare arms, and the white bones were vaguely visible.
"Brother First Class!" Mo Ji clenched his fists.
"If Brother Yiyi has any shortcomings, I want all of you Qiong family to be buried with him!" He danced wildly with anger, and his whole body was shrouded in black energy, like a demon coming to the world.
Qiong Yuyan swallowed, her face extremely ugly.
Chu Yiliu's consciousness began to blur, and his mental attacks were much weaker. After all, he only had the strength of the Cloud Condensing Realm.
"Are you going to die?" the third ancestor of the Qiong family said with a ferocious smile. Finally, in this competition, he was about to win.
Is it really impossible?
Chu Yiliu's consciousness was a little blurred.
Many voices appeared in his mind, including people from past lives and people from this life, enemies and friends.
Bustling and bustling, these people were laughing or crying, angry or sad, all mixed up in his mind.
"First-class, you can't die!" A delicate voice sounded in Chu Yihai, and the male plant of Dragon's Breath Spirit Grass worn around his waist shone with a faint green light.
Qing Zisu was outside the court, with her hands clasped against her chest and the female plant of Dragon's Breath Spirit Grass in her palms. Her brows were trembling slightly, her expression calm and serene.
According to legend, both male and female plants of Dragon's Breathing Grass are spiritual. Qing Zisu didn't know if what she was thinking could be heard by Chu Yiliu who was present.
Suddenly, Chu Yiliu's already dead consciousness suddenly lit up with a light of fire. The fire burned brighter and brighter, lighting up his entire body in an instant.
Buzz buzz...
The Sumeru lamp suddenly trembled, and a line of inscriptions lit up, suddenly bursting out with a mysterious force that nourished Chu Yiyi's mental strength.
The mental power in Chu Yiliu's sea of consciousness slowly recovered, and the power to attack the third ancestor of the Qiong family was also slowly increasing.
"What?" The third ancestor of the Qiong family looked in disbelief.
Soon, Chu Yiyi's mental power climbed to its peak again, even stronger than before.
boom!
The third ancestor of the Qiong family felt a storm sweeping through his sea of consciousness, as if countless sword energies were raging in his head.
"Ah!" He screamed, clutched his head tightly, and fell down from mid-air.
boom!
A cloud of dust rose up.
What!
Thousands of people in the Qiong family were stunned and looked in disbelief. The third ancestor of the Qiong family was actually defeated by Chu Yiliu!
How can it be!
The two direct ancestors jumped down from the high platform in an instant and rushed to the side of the third ancestor of the Qiong family.
"Third brother!" The two of them were shocked when they saw blue veins popping up on the forehead of the third ancestor of the Qiong family, and his face was extremely pale.
The third ancestor of the Qiong family was trembling all over and murmured: "Kill...kill him!"
In an instant, the eyes of the two ancestors fell on Chu Yiliu.
The bloody clothes on Chu Yiliu's body had already formed blood scabs, but there was still blood flowing out. Mo Ji and Qing Zisu rushed forward and supported him immediately.
The second ancestor of the Qiong family came out.
"You guys stand down." There was an undeniable toughness in his tone, and his fierce eyes were directed at Mo Ji and the two of them.
retreat?
Mo Ji snorted coldly and shouted angrily: "Brother First Class, if there is anything wrong with you, I will let your Qiong family be buried with you!"
The power of black energy and blood surged through his body.
There was a cold look in the eyes of the second ancestor of the Qiong family, and he grabbed Mo Ji in the air. The surging spiritual power crushed him down.
"Do you want to avenge him? You are still a little immature!" He said coldly.
Not everyone is top-notch and can fight across such a huge gap.
"He can't do it, what about me?"
A faint voice came from outside the competition venue, and then two figures walked in. They seemed to be walking very slowly, but one step was tens of feet away.
Master of Purple Lake Realm!
The great ancestor of the Qiong family could only clearly see the strength of the subordinates behind him. As for the person in front, there were only four words: unfathomable!
He was immediately shocked, as this person's name already appeared in his mind.
Crimson Pavilion Master!
That's right, the person who came was none other than Chu's cheap senior brother, He Fugui, the master of the Crimson Pavilion!
With a faint smile on his face, he looked at everyone in the Xian Qiong family and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the Qiong family spent a lot of money to deal with my junior brother. Even the ancestors of the clan can ignore their face."
"No, there are two." He clicked his finger on the second and third ancestors.
"Who are you?" The second ancestor of the Qiong family's eyes darkened. This person actually dared to break into the Qiong family without even saying hello. Such a crazy attitude.
boom!
Immediately, he heard an explosion behind him, like a human body exploding.
"Third brother!" the great ancestor of the Qiong family shouted in a low voice.
He Fugui casually killed the three ancestors of the Qiong family.
"Ah!" The second ancestor of the Qiong family suddenly screamed, clasping his neck tightly with both hands, and said ferociously: "I...I..."
Before he finished speaking, he exploded with a loud bang.
Everyone in the Qiong family was shocked.
He Fugui still had a spring-like smile on his face, but it made the ancestor of the Qiong family shudder.
"The master of the pavilion is here in person, and it's a long way to welcome him." The great ancestor of the Qiong family trembled slightly and said in a hoarse voice.
After many years, the master of the Crimson Pavilion appeared in the Qiong family again. And as soon as he appeared, he killed two of the Qiong family members. Everyone in the Qiong family was shocked.
"There is no need for Yuan Ying. I don't think you will welcome me." He Fugui said with a faint smile, "However, since my junior brother is here and injured, I will come even if you don't welcome me."
of."
He walked forward with a smile, and the spiritual power in his hand was like a trickle, sinking into Chu Yiliu's body. The blood that Chu Yiliu had been spurting out immediately stopped.
The great ancestor of the Qiong family stood aside quietly, watching He Fugui treat Chu Yiliu. However, his two younger brothers died on the spot, and no one dared to collect their bodies.
The Crimson Pavilion Master is so tough.
"Take me to meet your old man." He Fugui crushed a pill, turned it into a cloud of spiritual mist and submerged it into Chu Yiliu's body, and turned to look at the great ancestor of the Qiong family.
"This..." The Great Patriarch of the Qiong Family showed a troubled look. The Supreme Patriarch's deadline is approaching and he has been in retreat. He cannot be wasted.
"Why, you don't want to?" He Fugui smiled.
"Don't dare." The great ancestor of the Qiong family shook his head repeatedly. Two people have already died, and he doesn't want to be the third one.
He respectfully led He Fugui to the Qiong family's forbidden area.
He Fugui smiled slightly and said calmly: "When this kid wakes up later, don't tell him that I have been here, otherwise this kid will definitely use my name to show off his power. This is not good!"
Qiong Yuyan murmured to himself: Even if it is not in your name, this battle is enough for the young master to show off his power.
However, he was happy to see such a result, because he knew better in his heart that the direct descendants of the Qiong family were finished. It was time for the descendants to stand up, and all this was thanks to the man who passed out!