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Chen Yuyan returned to the underground palace again.

At this time, the disciples of the Dian Cang Sect had already turned the underground palace upside down and found many porcelain bottles containing elixirs. Unfortunately, they were too old and the potency of the elixirs had basically been lost.

"This place is surrounded by the Dian Cang sect, and some random people entered by mistake."

Sensing someone coming in, the disciple guarding the entrance said without raising his head.

But the man didn't stop,

He raised his head and waited for the disciple to see the face of the visitor clearly. After being stunned for a moment, he said coldly:

"Why is it you again? I let you go just because you handed over the elixir. Why are you back?"

What responded to him was a sword light as fast as lightning!

Warm blood gushes out.

With a flick of his wrist, the bright red color on the blade was wiped away, and Chen Yuyan's face remained as usual:

"I came to grab something and vent my anger."

The rest of the disciples of the Diancang Sect were stunned. They were searching for things in the underground palace well, but suddenly someone came in and killed the fellow gatekeeper.

"It's you!"

A disciple recognized Chen Yuyan and said angrily:

"You are a white-eyed wolf who repays kindness with revenge. We kindly spared your life, but you actually dare to attack my disciples of the Dian Cang Sect!"

"I think you are tired of living and don't know whether to live or die!"

When Chen Yuyan heard this, he laughed angrily, "You robbed my things, and you still say that I will repay you with kindness?"

But having said that, Chen Yuyan doesn't think he is a good person.

After all, he is here to kill people and seize treasures.

It can only be said that the world is like this. Those with big fists will always be justified, while losers will never have a chance to speak again.

From the moment he entered the door and killed the gatekeeper, he never wanted to let the people inside get out alive!

Yang Shuimo was protected by everyone from Dian Cang. She looked at the corpse on the ground with red eyes and gritted her teeth.

"You disgusting piece of trash, I'm going to kill you to avenge my junior brother!"

The disciples around him are all of the same generation as Yang Shuimo. They grew up together and have deep feelings for each other.

Now that someone was killing him in front of her, how could Yang Shuimo not feel resentful?

Chen Yuyan stepped forward with a lunge, holding his sword horizontally, and charged straight at him: "If you hadn't robbed the people here first, why would I have attacked him?"

"You are the one who killed him!"

The sword shines like a drill, cutting through the sky.

Strange runes appeared in Chen Yuyan's pupils, which were the characters for "zhao" in ancient seal script.

Shine your eyes!

This pupil technique was used by Chen Yuyan. He no longer suppressed the anger in his heart, and the raging anger burst out from the bottom of his heart, dyeing Chen Yuyan's eyes bright red, completely destroying his humanity.

Chen Yuyan is now like a beast in human skin. Any living creature placed in front of him will be ruthlessly torn apart and ravaged to pieces by him!

As an innate third-class skill, Zhao Huanyan naturally has its own merits.

In Chen Yuyan's eyes, although there were many disciples of the Diancang Sect rushing toward him, he could always find the most suitable position among them and fight back!

The knife turns into bones, the hopeless knife!

The cooperation of the two techniques complemented each other and pushed Chen Yuyan's strength to a whole new level.

For the Diancang sect, whose Kung Fu skills are only second-rate in Xiantian, how can ordinary disciples like them stop such an offensive?

Chen Yuyan was like a swimming fish, constantly shuttling among the gaps in the crowd. From time to time, he would raise his knife, seducing his soul and locking his life like black and white impermanence, sending the souls of the disciples of the Diancang Sect to the underworld.

Seeing such a tragic scene, Yang Shuimo's face turned pale, and the bow and arrow in his hand froze in mid-air.

For a moment, I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether I should take action or not.

Chen Yuyan was hanging out with the disciples of the Diancang sect, and she was afraid of hurting her fellow disciples.

Secondly, it was the first time I saw such a bloody scene, and I no longer had the courage to fight with it.

In fact, Yang Shuimo's strength is not weak, and he also has the strength to achieve perfection in the inner scene and the future. He has penetrated all twelve sects, which is higher than Chen Yuyan.

But after all, she was protected so well by the Yang family that she became a flower in the greenhouse and could not see the storm.

When the two disciples guarding Yang Shuimo saw this, they understood that the situation was urgent and no longer cared about protecting Yang Shuimo.

They rushed straight into the crowd and surrounded Chen Yuyan one after another, hoping to attack him from both sides and make Chen Yuyan lose his position.

After two disciples from the inner scene joined, the pressure on the remaining Diancang disciples was much less, which made the originally chaotic formation begin to become orderly.

Yang Shuimo, who was watching the battle from the outside, also became excited. With Senior Brother Yan and Senior Brother Li here, he will definitely be able to take down the evil thief!

After all, Chen Yuyan's skills are only in the front realm of the inner scene, and the explosive power of his inner strength is still not as good as that of the warriors in the rear realm of the inner strength.

Especially when there were one enemy and many, Chen Yuyan was at a disadvantage for a while and could only deal with it in embarrassment.

"Got you!"

Senior Brother Yan suddenly grabbed Chen Yuyan's arm with his right hand and locked it tightly, beaming with joy and a smile on his face.

The Diancang sect is famous for their fists and their extraordinary close combat capabilities. Once they touch a limb, it is difficult to get rid of them, and they can basically only be beaten passively.

In Senior Brother Yan's view, Chen Yuyan, a martial artist practicing swordsmanship, was entangled in his flying flower palm, so he was not at his mercy.

"Okay! Senior Brother Yan, you are the best!"

When Yang Shuimo saw Senior Brother Yan grabbing Chen Yuyan's arm, she couldn't help shouting. In her opinion, Chen Yuyan was definitely dead!

This time when I go home, I must tell my father about what happened today. As expected, the world is really dangerous.

However, her daughter Jiren has her own destiny, so she will naturally survive the crisis without any danger.

Before Yang Shuimo could finish his thoughts, he saw the evil thief who had been grabbed by the arm run directly into Senior Brother Yan's arms, and his other hand without a knife was as fast as lightning, hitting Senior Brother Yan on the forehead.

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The voice was dull, and it was visible to the naked eye that Senior Brother Yan's forehead was dented, and it was obvious that he would not survive.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"How is that possible?"

Yang Shuimo sat slumped on the ground, his eyes dull and in disbelief.

Chen Yuyan broke open the arm that was still tightly wrapped around him even if he died, loosened the muscles and bones, and held the long knife in his hand again.

Big monument breaker!

As one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the power of the giant monument thrower is undoubted.

Although it is a forceful palm technique, the essence of the big stele-slamming hand is not the force, but the skill of the technique. The key point is the word "throw". This is a forceful technique with both strength and softness. When you strike hard, you can smash it.

Break half of the opponent's body bones.

Like the disciple of the Diancang Sect just now, his forehead was dented.

However, without the decoction provided by Shaolin Temple to cleanse his hands, the strength of his phalanges is not enough to support such intense percussion. Now Chen Yuyan's left hand is still aching.

At least it will be difficult for him to use his second big monument smasher in a short period of time.

But the remaining disciples of the Diancang sect didn't know this. They looked at Senior Brother Yan's body gradually softening and felt terrified in their hearts.

Senior Brother Yan was the most powerful among them, but his head was smashed in an instant.

Then didn't they go up there to die?

As soon as this thought came out, his aura immediately weakened by three points, and even the force of his shot became much lighter.

Regarding this point, Chen Yuyan felt the most obvious. It was completely different from the dangerous situation before. Now it was like killing chickens and dogs, and the enemy had no power to fight back.

However, Chen Yuyan would not stop his offensive because of this. Instead, he pursued the victory and struck out with the Hopeless Knife again and again, venting the hatred and anger in his heart.

When the last sword fell, there were no more Diancang disciples standing in front of Chen Yuyan.

As for Yang Shuimo, he had already collapsed on the ground, and a yellowish liquid was constantly flowing out between his legs, exuding a fishy and disgusting smell.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Seeing Chen Yuyan slowly walking towards him, Yang Shuimo panicked and screamed incoherently:

"My father is the head of the Dian Cang Sect, and my brother is a genius who has been on the Qingyun Ranking. You can't kill me, you can't kill me."

Every time Chen Yuyan took a step forward, Yang Shuimo took a step back with his hands on the ground.

Finally, her back hit the stone wall of the underground palace, and she was unable to retreat.

Chen Yuyan walked up to Yang Shuimo, looked at the girl with pear blossoms and rain, stretched out her hand and took out the half of the Nuosheng mask from her arms, and put it into the lapel of her clothes.

Looking at the corpses of his fellow disciples all over the ground, the resentment in Yang Shuimo's heart was as thick as thick ink.
To be continued...