On the bank of the long river, Fang Ye, wearing a plain robe and a calm and gentle face, punched forward like a lecturer of the academy. As he showed, his punch was also very ordinary, without any momentum or any sound of aura. But after all, he was not a real lecturer of the academy. He was the leader of Shanhe, and the punch he punched was destined to be unusual.

Countless primordial forces in the world began to gather rapidly under the action of some invisible force, and a shallow fist shadow emerged from it. As countless primordial forces merged, the fist shadow quickly became solid and eventually became almost solid. When you look closely, you can even see the extremely thin, dense but extremely clear flesh and blood textures on the fist. It roared and became stronger every time it entered, but there was still no breath coming from it.

The fifth-level war sect's Yuanli was released.

The sixth-level battle king Yuanli condenses armor.

The seventh-level battle emperor Yuanli left the body.

The Lord of Shanhe had not been hiding for 17 years. Although he had not stepped into the seventh level, he had already stood at the peak of the sixth level, and had peeked at that realm and used some methods of fighting the emperor. Even if there was only a trace, it was the power of the war emperor, a terrifying force beyond the sixth level.

Although he is confident, he is still cautious. Since he takes action, he will kill with one blow so that he will not cause any further troubles.

Mo Yu retreated quickly and still faced the leader of Shanhe. When he saw the clear fist mark, his heart contracted violently, as if he was pinched by an invisible big hand, and it would burst out the next moment, which was so uncomfortable.

Facing such a strong enemy, Mo Yu's face became paler in pain, but his eyes were very calm and calm. Because he was sure that the Lord of Shanhe would never give him any chance of life, so fear would become meaningless and would only make him die faster. Moreover, in the depths of the fog and mud, he had experienced too many things, whether it was the eternal altar, the blood robe guardian, the ancient demon soul arrow of the Great Lord, the phantom of the Lord of the Divine Yang, were all powerful beings countless times higher than the Lord of Shanhe. Even he was still in his body, the part of Qin Qing'er's soul that was about to be immortal.

A high vision does not mean that he can compete with the peak war king, but at least when facing the leader of Shanhe, he will not be as scared as an ordinary monk. He can burst out his strong will with his strong will and gain vitality in this desperate situation!

Mo Yu's figure retreated continuously. He raised his left arm and a large amount of black blood evil spirits gushed out between his five fingers. He condensed a large bow at an extremely fast speed. The bow was two meters long, like a piece of bone made of some kind. The surface was covered with a thin periosteum of blood-filled silk, but the long bow had no strings.

He raised his right hand, pinched the Void Bowstring, and pulled it apart with force. The bow bent slightly, connected to the invisible Bowstring. The outline was like a full moon. Another black blood evil spirit surged out in the void, and it merged into a long arrow. He pinched the arrow and cracked the belly of his three fingers at the same time. The blood gushed out under the swallowing power and merged into the arrow body, turning it into red blood, spitting out dazzling blood.

In the Yuling Space, Qin Qing'er's face was pale. She gritted her teeth slightly, reached out and pointed to the eyebrows, and a drop of gold blood appeared from it. The golden blood left the body, and her soul became transparent in an instant, like an image formed by water mist, and a gust of wind could be blown away. The "pop" sound was soft, and the golden blood was divided into two, and half of it melted back to the eyebrows. Qin Qing'er's soul suddenly felt a little solidified, but it was still translucent, revealing an extremely weak aura. Without any hesitation, she bending her finger, and half of the drop of gold blood in front of her melted into the space and disappeared.

The next moment, the golden blood appeared and was already in front of Mo Yu. Without any urgency, it flickered into the arrow body directly. The long arrow suddenly "buzzed" and trembled slightly, and golden textures quickly appeared on the body of the red arrow. A faint light of gold appeared on the blood that was being swallowed and spitted.

Mo Yu knew that it was Qin Qing'er who took action! She had no power to fight again, and forcing her to take action would inevitably cause great damage to herself. But just as Mo Yu had no choice, she had no choice either. She didn't want to lose her soul, so she could only try it!

As the long arrow trembled, the slight but extremely fast vibration caused his hand bones to start to sting, and then passed to his entire arm, causing his flesh to twist and squeak like steel, and the sound of bone friction was intertwined like iron and stone. Incorporating into Qin Qing'er's half drop of golden blood, the power of this arrow was rising wildly, and he was about to break free.

Mo Yu roared, "Kill!" and let go of his hand. The arrow pierced the air and burst out! This arrow incorporated all the soul power of the Kuli Ling King's initial stage, and with him and Qin Qing'er's blood sacrifice, it was the strongest way he could use! Whether he could get a glimmer of life was in this arrow!

The arrows moved forward so quickly that before the sound of tearing the air came, they had already crossed the entire space and collided with the shadow of the falling fist. The body of the arrow and the fist prints trembled slightly at the same time, shaking extremely subtlely, but spreading into the surrounding space, it completely stirred the power of heaven and earth, turning into a huge wave, containing an extremely terrifying force, and slapped the eight directions!

On the ground, Ku Li's corpse was completely shattered into the finest blood beads under this force, forming a scarlet blood mist. Stones of different sizes in the river bank were shattered at the same time, large stones turned into small stones, small stones turned into gravels, and gravels became stone sand. Within a radius of hundreds of meters, they turned into a sea of ​​fine sand. The rushing river water was shaken from the ground into the air, and then collapsed and shattered into countless water droplets sprinkled on the ground, as if a heavy rain fell out of thin air.

Mo Yu's soul power gushed in extreme compression, and the qi and blood in his body were shaking wildly. He burst out his strongest power, fighting against the oncoming terrifying impact, and at the same time, he used this power to make his retreat faster. His face quickly became pale, his eyebrows were a little painful, and blood was gradually flowing out of his mouth and nose.

On the fist seal, a small crack suddenly appeared between the extremely thin, dense and clear flesh and blood texture, and then spread at an extremely fast speed, which eventually caused the fist seal to collapse and turn into a violent world and completely explode!

Fang Ye's face was solemn, and the calm and confident deep in his eyes was broken for the first time, and a sense of shock and anger came from his shock. He never expected that Mo Yu had such a terrifying trump card in his hand, which could release the power of a terrifying sibling!

Before the arrow arrived, the aura that was locked by the distance had already surged into his heart, causing a huge crisis to arise in his heart! This was the first time that he had experienced this feeling in a cultivator below the seventh level. Fang Ye understood that he had underestimated Mo Yu from the beginning. If he did not give him time to recover, he would directly kill him when he arrived, and perhaps he had successfully killed him. But since the matter had happened, it would not be changed anymore. Fang Ye's heart was extremely strong, and the faint regret arose, and he forced him to press it down.

Every inch of flesh and blood contained powerful qi and blood gushed out wildly, and dazzling aura burst out from his body, turning into a gorgeous but extremely majestic armor covering the body, even if the eyes were protected.

Fang Ye whispered, took a step and was not in the fine sand. He squatted slightly, bent his arms and clenched his fists, and rushed forward! After all, he had never really stepped into the Battle Emperor level, and Yuanli could only use the method of leaving the body once per ri, so in the face of this arrow full of killing will, he could only burst out his strongest power and beat him with his fists!

Boom! A loud bang was like a thunder on the ground. The terrifying force that burst out instantly completely shattered the underground stone sand into dust, and then was rolled up by powerful forces and turned into pale dust fog, covering all the space within a radius of 100 meters!

At the same time, Mo Yu seized the opportunity, and the black and silver wings behind him spread out instantly, and he snapped his sword to escape quickly into the distance. "The Lord of Shanhe, now the gift from Ri, will return it twice as much!" His low voice kept echoing in the air.

The terrifying power fluctuations were raging in the air for a long time before gradually dissipating. When the dust fog dissipated, I saw that the place where the Lord of Shanhe was located was bombarded with terrible forces and a deep pit of dozens of meters was burst out. The Yuanli armor on his body was broken in many places, and his fists were hit against the arrows until the entire arm covered the armor was completely torn apart. Countless broken wounds were crisscrossed on the flesh and blood. As he trembled slightly, blood dripped from his fingertips.

Fang Ye's face was slightly pale, his brows were frowning tightly, and he looked at Mo Yu's escape direction, and his eyes were filled with uncertainty. The arrow was seriously injured, which was not just as simple as what he saw on the surface. If he continued to chase and kill, he would not be able to guarantee his own safety without saying whether Mo Yu had a trump card in his hand.

You should know that the reason why he has been safe over the years is that he is hiding in the Shanhe City. If he is known to be the seventh-level monk of the four major sects, he will definitely come and kill him at any cost. The four major sects' covetousness for the Shanhe Sect is no longer just one or two. Sensing the many auras that are approaching quickly, Fang Ye shook his head and pressed the idea of ​​chasing, and stepped under his feet to completely erase the blood dripping of his own, and turned around and floated away.

He felt regretful when he failed to kill Mo Yu, but his eyes were brighter than ever before. This arrow injured him and dared not chase him again, but also gave him some gains. The unreachable seventh-level war emperor realm seemed to be clearer in his eyes. He had a faint intuition that after this encounter, he would return to seclusion and comprehend within one or two, he would definitely break through! This is also one of the reasons why he did not take the risk to continue chasing.

As for the reputation of Shanhe City... it is just some rumors without evidence that cannot cause too much storm. As long as he can break through his cultivation level, these are the last quarter.

"Do you want to seek revenge on me? This sect is waiting for you." With a low moan, the Lord of Shanhe became faster, and his figure disappeared in the flash.

After a while, cultivators came one after another. Not only were there all parties coming to participate in the auction of cultivators, but also strong people from Shanhe Sect, all of whom were above the fifth level. Feeling the power fluctuations that had not completely dissipated in the air, looking at the river embankment that had turned into fine sand within hundreds of meters of land and the large pit formed by the master of Shanhe Sect, their bodies were stiff at the same time, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Such destructive power was at least a battle between the peak monks of the sixth level... What exactly caused such a terrible strong man to fight? But soon, a mid-level Great Spirit Infant Realm monk changed his face slightly and turned around and left without saying a word. The monks around him also reacted one after another and turned around and retreated one after another, even faster than when they came.

They came to watch the fun, and there might be some people who were thinking of taking advantage of the situation, but the fights here have exceeded their limits. Naturally, they would go as far as possible to avoid accidents that would ruin their lives.

Soon, there was no one here. Except for Mo Yu and the Lord of Shanhe, no one knew that a strong spiritual king level had died here. This matter involved the reputation of Shanhe Sect, and Fang Ye would never tell him that, so no one would know that a spiritual king cultivator of the Barbarian Holy Sect had died at Mo Yu's hands.

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