Who said that ordinary martial artists can only sit back and wait for death in front of gods?

I don’t!!

Lu Yuan bit the tip of his tongue violently, his face was ferocious, his eyes were bleeding, he let out a roar, and punched out.

This punch was trembling, and the power of the punch was completely suppressed before it was released, making it appear particularly weak.

Instant——

Lu Yuan's figure fell out, bleeding all over his body and dying.

Su Yi has already withdrawn his fist.

Pu Xuan saw that Su Yi had restrained the power of his punch, otherwise Lu Yuan would have been stunned.

Not far away, Shen Duqiu looked complicated.

National Preceptor Lu Yuan was defeated so miserably!

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Su Yi looked at Shen Duqiu.

Shen Duqiu was silent for a long time and said: "Then give it a try! Even if you are beaten to death, it doesn't matter!"

He raised his head, eyes calm, and jumped out.

His figure was like lightning, and his palms were like knives. He used all his strength to slash out in anger.

Compared to Lu Yuan, Shen Duqiu was more ruthless. When he started, he directly used a secret method that damaged his own strength, allowing his potential to be unleashed like never before.

Leave no escape route.

That’s called fighting to the death!

Su Yi fluttered his sleeves and slapped out the same palm.

boom!

Shen Duqiu's eyesight turned dark and he was suppressed to the ground.

Bloody and bloody.

He coughed up blood on his lips, raised his head with difficulty, and laughed in a hoarse voice, "Is this the power of a cultivator? It's really exciting!"

Pu Xuan raised his thumb and said, "A tiger will not fall down until it dies, and a dead man will lay his eggs in the air. You are afraid of death but dare to die. Life and death, the most dangerous threshold on the path of spiritual practice, will definitely not be able to stop you in the future."

The corners of Shen Duqiu's lips twitched, showing an expression that didn't tell if he was laughing or crying, "But... it really fucking hurts!"

Pu Xuan laughed heartily, this Shen Duqiu was interesting.

In the distance, Imperial Master Lu Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his head lowered, and he was speechless, like an old monk in meditation.

And Shen Duqiu was lying there with sad eyes.

"I want to try it too!"

Yun Zhao An suddenly said.

He stared at Su Yi with burning eyes, "I will die without regrets!"

Su Yi only glanced at Yun Zhaoan and said, "As far as you are concerned, there is no need to take action, right?"

Yun Zhaoan was startled, frowned and said nothing.

Pu Xuan was rarely in a good mood, so he couldn't help but wake up and said: "Stupid, you have witnessed the defeat of the two of them, but you still have the fighting spirit. From the moment you stood up to seek defeat, you have already broken the state of mind. Are you still not satisfied?"

Once Yun Zhaoan's mood is shaken while watching the battle, and he has even a hint of compromise or concession, he is destined to be completely destroyed.

But Yun Zhao An didn't.

Facing Lu Yuan and Shen Duqiu, their disastrous defeat only aroused his fighting spirit and wanted to lose!

This change in the state of mind is actually equivalent to breaking a layer of barriers. In the world of spiritual practice, just this change in the state of mind can be regarded as a blessing and will bring great benefits to future practice.

"Is this so..."

Yun Zhaoan murmured and fell into deep thought. At this moment, Pu Xuan looked at Lu Yuan, Shen Duqiu, and then at Yun Zhaoan, and couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that in this ordinary place, I could see this kind of thing." Although ordinary people have never set foot on the path of spiritual practice, they are already more outstanding than those on the path of spiritual practice.

A few people are too powerful."

As he spoke, he asked curiously: "Where is the sea-shaking sword Xiao Zhixuan? Why isn't he here?"

Su Yi raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain, "He is here, but...he is different from these three people."

The sound was still echoing, and a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air,

He was wearing a coarse robe, with a pale complexion and a thin body. He was holding a wine flask in his hand and his eyes were drunk.

Like a desperate drunkard.

The most attractive thing is undoubtedly the sword on his back. It is a long sword wrapped in layers of blood-stained cloth. The hilt is in the shape of blooming lotus petals, and the whole body is pitch black.
Chapter completed!