After a long and complicated accumulation of momentum, Shen Yu finally exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

He pointed his right hand in front of his mouth and then murmured, "Go!"

The jade sword cut through the sky, and a white line extended out, shooting towards Zhang Zhi in the distance.

There was no earth-shaking, nor any gorgeous airflow, but a gap appeared in the open space between Shen Yu and Zhang Zhi.

This sword contains the spiritual power of Shen Yu's body and endless sword intent.

This move, the strong sword power and the strong sword intent are already the limit that Shen Yu can reach now.

...

A feeling of dying instantly enveloped Zhang Zhi's heart. He stopped the ancient sword that was stabbing, turned to the sword in his chest, and the powerful sword energy spread violently from his body.

The next second, the sword light hit the sword body in front of Zhang Zhi, whose entire body was hit by a huge force and slid back dozens of feet.

The jade sword was still in its shape, and layers of sword energy like waves continued to stack up, which made Zhang Zhi, who had already reached the peak of the Shenyou Realm, unable to move at all, and his body was still retreating.

Zhang Zhi suppressed the qi and blood that were surging in his body and cursed: "Bad, when I get over this sword, I will definitely tear you into pieces."

Shen Yu said lightly from a distance: "Attack."

boom!

The sword light suddenly appeared on the body of the jade sword, and the sword force became a little stronger.

bite!

The sound of shattering came, and slight cracks began to appear on the body of the ancient sword in Zhang Zhi's chest.

Zhang Zhi's heart trembled. The original spiritual treasure Zizai Sword that was connected to his mind was destroyed by Shen Yu on the Sky Cliff. Although this ancient sword is of similar quality, it has not been refined for a long time in the end, and it has not been able to achieve harmony with his body and sword.

If the ancient sword is broken, I am afraid there will be no more spiritual treasure. Facing Shen Yu, who knows the sword-controlling technique in Jianxian City, he can only passively resist it.

This time, I had a little regret for the first time when I was sitting in the head of Wangfeng Peak, which killed Shen Yuyi, who had lost his palm.

What would happen if he killed him with thunder from the beginning, or he did not listen to Fang Hen's instigation from beginning to end?

But Shen Yu did not give him a chance to regret and drove the Jade Sword again.

Bang!

The jade sword hit Zhang Zhi's ancient sword spirit treasure again, and the majestic sword energy instantly shocked to the latter's chest.

Zhang Zhi spit out a mouthful of blood and wanted to do something to resist, the jade sword flew over again.

Repeat this several times.

The sharp sword energy slashed through Zhang Zhi's body, and each time it brought a deep scar. At this time, Zhang Shou's solemn Lan shirt was already torn and covered in blood.

Shen Yu's expression was still calm.

The jade sword I just obtained didn't look strange from beginning to end. Even though it was only a little bit of refining, the jade sword stabbed Zhang Zhi's eyebrows like a needle.

Unremarkable.

But Zhang Zhi showed an unprecedented solemn expression on his face. From the very beginning, he knew that this must be Shen Yu's last killing move.

So he endured the sword energy that had been attacked dozens of times before, just for Shen Yu's last sword at the moment.

In his opinion, as long as he blocks this sword, Shen Yu will inevitably run out of spiritual power, and in the end, the winner will still be himself.

At this moment, Zhang Zhi finally showed the tenacious will of a great monk from the Shenyou Realm.

He endured the severe pain all over his body, his hands turned into a strange cleanup, and suddenly pressed forward and roared: "Town!"

The surging spiritual energy collided with the jade sword suddenly, and there was no sound at all, without any storm.

Milky white spiritual power wrapped around the jade sword.

It's like a spiritual silk swaying.

Between Jade and Jade were in the air at an extremely slow and stable speed, thinking about Zhang Zhi's eyebrows piercing.

Five zhang...three zhang...three zhang.

Finally, he slowly stopped more than an inch in front of Zhang Zhi's eyebrows.

Zhang Zhi's eyes were red, his arms were bulging and his body was covered in sweat, but he couldn't help laughing to the sky, and his arrogant laughter resounded throughout the mountains.

"It's funny?"

A silent voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Zhang Zhi was originally focused on the jasper sword, and suddenly looked up and saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

In an instant, my face was bloodless.

Because Shen Yu came to him.

Moreover, he was holding a sword while saying that.

A wooden sword.

"No..."

Zhang Zhi's face was pale, his lips moved slightly and wanted to say something, but he suddenly stopped.

Because the red sword body slashed across his neck lightly.

Only the crisp sound of flesh and blood separation was heard recalling the silent mountains.

The next moment.

Zhang Zhi's head was completely separated from his body, and then fell to the ground.

The boy in black just struggled to get up from the ground when he saw the gorgeous blood like fireworks gushing out of the headless body.

...

In addition to Yang Kaitai, the elder who passed down on Wangfeng, now two practitioners from the Dao Sect Shenyou Realm have died at Shen Yu's hands.

These two times, I was lucky.

The first time was to rely on the unexpectedness of Mu Jian Jingqing, and the second time was to rely on the desperate entanglement of the monster Xuansnake, as well as his sword-control technique that required a long time to accumulate momentum but was extremely flawed.

Of course, the most important thing about all this is Shen Yu himself. If he were replaced by someone else, even if there were many ancient spiritual treasure swords and the helpers were powerful, he would not be able to cross the border and kill people.

Shen Yu squatted down, ignored the blood still gushing out, and groped on Zhang Zhi.

After a while, Shen Yu stood up and walked towards the boy in black.

Fugui seemed to be frightened by this scene and had not yet come back to his senses.

After a while, he woke up and blinked his eyes. Seeing Shen Yu holding a wooden sword that was still flowing with blood in his right hand. He didn't know what he thought of, he knelt on the ground with a thud and begged: "Sir, sir, you can't kill me. I'm loyal to you. You can't do that kind of killing and silence."

A hard object suddenly hit his head and then landed in front of him.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then a bright light radiated from his eyes. He crawled and held the ancient blue ring.

"Ahem...sir, I just... just...hehe..."

While defending something, the little boy put the ring in his arms, and accidentally touched the wound, and couldn't help but grin and scream.

Shen Yu looked at it and felt emotion in his heart.

The demon clan is born with extremely tough body, not to mention the mysterious snake with dragon bloodline. Even though Zhang Zhi severely injured it so many times, it seems that it is just a skin trauma and does not hurt its origin.

Shen Yu said, "Can you deal with Zhang Zhi's body?"

He didn't want this to be known, at least he didn't want to encounter additional trouble now.

The little boy patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely leave him without even ashes in a while."

Shen Yu looked at the sky and said, "Let's rest for one day, we're leaving tomorrow."

"Okay." The little boy agreed happily, then picked up Zhang Zhi's body and ran up the mountain.

Looking at the little figure that was leaving, Shen Yu opened his palm and a quaint jade plaque lay in it with the word "Nan".

Shen Yu's eyes were full of indifference.

The land of thousands of rivers, the Nanji Pavilion.

This group of ground rats is so big now that the Lord of the Peak of the Dao Sect actually comes from there.

...

One day later.

Shen Yu sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

The jade sword called "Yanxue" was not completely refined, and was warming in his dantian at this time, and there was also a small red wooden sword surrounding him.

The boy in black sat aside, looking at the ring in his left hand, and then at the ring in his right hand, with a proud look on his face.

Both rings were already filled with gold and jade treasures by it.

At this time, he thought that this time he went down the mountain, in addition to looking for a river to transform a dragon, he collected all the treasures in the world, and found eight rings with his hands.

Shen Yu spit out the turbid air from his chest, waved his sleeves lightly, and Jing Qingjian disappeared into his body.

The morning light is bright.
To be continued...