However, this sword is the most powerful sword in the world.

Flesh and blood splattered.

With a muffled groan, Lan Yingxing retreated sharply, clutching his chest.

The spiritual mountains all over the sky collapsed in an instant.

.....

Extremely quiet.

Shen Yu approached Lan Yingxing and said lightly: "It's not enough."

He stretched out his right hand and punched the opponent in the chest.

Lan Yingxing, who was still confused and shocked, flew out without any resistance.

Shen Yu took a step forward and once again came to Lan Yingxing's side in mid-air, the wooden sword in his hand pointed straight at his heart.

Looking at this scene, someone in the audience shouted in shock: "Lan Yingxing has already lost consciousness. Is he going to kill someone?"

At the same time, someone had already reacted faster than him.

Chen Jianzhi rushed out of the stands quickly, his figure piercing the sky.

Fang Hen frowned slightly, his eyes full of hatred, and then he saw the middle-aged man on the stand moving his fingers slightly, and then he disappeared in an instant without any hesitation.

The two came to the field almost at the same time.

Chen Jianzhi held up a spiritual treasure that looked like a scroll and headed straight for the wooden sword in Shen Yu's left hand, but he wanted to save people.

Fang Hen pinched out the spell with his right hand, and a bloody broken blade went straight to Shen Yu's back like lightning.

Fang Hen's eyes were full of disgust.

Regardless of whether Shen Yu stops or not, this blow will definitely kill him.

Even if the Yuan Temple and the head of the temple inquired after the incident, there was still reason to evade the matter. After all, it was Shen Yu who killed him first and broke the sect rules.

But at this moment, Lan Yingxing, who was originally helpless, suddenly shouted wildly: "Elder brother, hide quickly."

In an instant, Shen Yu's figure disappeared and then came directly in front of Fang Hen.

The two looked at each other, and the young man smiled slightly.

...

"What would happen if a very important disciple of Qinglu Palace was killed?"

"An important disciple of Qinglu Palace!"

Master Dao Fan suddenly remembered the young man's previous words and stood up hastily, with a look of horror on his face.

...

At the highest point of the stands, a straight figure rose into the sky.

...

In mid-air on the Motian Cliff, the wooden sword in Shen Yu's left hand burst out with fierce spiritual energy.

The bright red light on the red sword dyed the entire sky red.

Entering the Taoist realm, the Golden Core realm, the Dongzhen realm...the momentum climbed all the way, and finally reached the peak of the Immortal Ascension realm.

Shen Yu followed the blue luan bird in the sky and waited for nine days.

He absorbed all the rich spiritual energy within a thousand miles into his body and stored it all in his right hand.

So when facing Fu Yi, with a slight wave of his right hand, Fu Yi flew backwards without any resistance because he had accumulated too much spiritual energy.

There is no need for Taoism or magic, just pure spiritual power to crush it.

But if there are one hundred people in the world who do this, ninety-nine people will be unable to bear the violent spiritual energy entering their bodies.

Shen Yu didn't care.

He used some tricks, and because of this, he was able to use a sword at the peak of the Immortal Ascension Realm.

The person he wanted to kill was not Lan Yingxing.

But Fang Hen.

...

Chen Jianzhi's expression changed drastically, and his spiritual power surged out of his body. He desperately controlled the scroll spirit treasure, trying to block the young man's sword.

Fang Hen's calm face showed unprecedented panic, and he desperately tried to recall the broken blade that had flown out.

...

"You once said you wanted to regain the face of your Qinglu Palace here."

Shen Yu said calmly: "Can you handle this face?"

A young man with a sword.

Express the meaning of life.


Chapter completed!