Inside the hall, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Chu Yun killed people in public and beat the little monk to death.

What shocked was not only the people in the Ye Mansion, but also the nine ascetic babies.

Isn't he hurt?

And the injury should not be light.

Why did he suddenly burst out with such terrifying energy and almost crush the little monk to death?

This is beyond everyone's comprehension.

Especially the ascetics who know their little apprentices very well. He frowned slightly, and looked at Chu Yun with a confused look in his eyes.

"You're iron-clad?"

The dervish opened his thin lips slightly and asked a question that sounded a bit like a joke.

"I'm asking you. Chu Yun stepped out and approached the old monk. "How do you want to die?"

The dervish shook his head: "Even if you are beaten with iron." I'll beat you to scrap metal too. ”

He stood at the door of the Ye Mansion like this.

Instead, his gaze fell on Professor Ye's beautiful face: "Then take her away." ”

He was provoking Chu Yun.

In the simplest and most brutal way.

Tonight, Professor Ye is Chu Yun's biggest reverse scale.

The dervishes are well aware of this.

But why did he provoke Chu Yun?

Because he hoped that Chu Yun could unleash his full potential. Come and meet your own crush!

He hasn't shot in years!

In the eyes of many, dervishes are legendary powerhouses who are almost incomprehensible!

He already had the intention of killing Chu Yun tonight.

It's just that he didn't think about taking it personally!

Since the little apprentice was not beaten, and Chu Yun challenged him very presumptuously.

Then, he didn't mind beating Chu Yun into a pile of scrap metal!

"It's too much to talk about. ”

Buzz!

Chu Yun drew his sword!

The cold light suddenly appeared, and the red light suddenly rose!

When it's time to use a knife, he never skimps.

Every time Chu Yun fights, it is not for learning or communicating.

He doesn't pursue the realm of martial arts, and he doesn't understand the heart of martial arts.

He drew his sword just to kill!

Razor-edged. The Ye Mansion was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

Ye Lao frowned slightly, and muttered, "This kid is going to fight to the death with the Nine Infants." ”

"But he was seriously wounded. Professor Ye's beautiful eyes were hazy. Biting her red lip tightly.

"I said it. No one could persuade him. Ye Lao exhaled a breath of turbidity. "The duel between the strong is a matter of life and death honor. And life and death are just the result, no one cares. ”

"All they care about is winning or losing. ”

Professor Yip's mind was in turmoil.

No matter how calm her mind is, she is a woman after all.

Knowing that Chu Yun was injured, he still went to challenge the invincible demon monk. Professor Ye was confused and pale.

"I don't care if Chu Yun can beat him or not. Professor Ye took out his mobile phone and said coldly. "Tonight, I'm going to break this old thing to pieces!"

Doodle.

The call was quickly connected.

"Little sister, what's wrong?" Ye Xuanjun's hearty voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Rush back to the Ye Mansion immediately. Bring your soldiers. You can bring as much as you want. "Professor Ye is unequivocal. "Can't come back. I don't have you as a brother!"

"Understood. ”

Click.

Ye Xuanjun hung up the phone and took the soldiers home.

Ye Lao glanced at his granddaughter calmly and did not object.

Chu Yun fought this battle, for Professor Ye, for Ye Mansion. No matter how extreme the behavior of the granddaughter, it is acceptable.

"I don't know why. Ye Lao slowly picked up the teacup. Took a sip.

His internal organs turned over the rivers and seas, and his breath was extremely disordered. But his expression was extremely firm: "I don't think Chu Yun will lose." ”

looked at Chu Yun and the others not far away.

At this moment, these two powerhouses have held their breath and are sharp.

One is the pearl god of war that suddenly appeared. When you meet a god and kill a god, no one can stop you.

One, a legendary demon monk with a reputation abroad. Even a business tycoon of Ye Lao's level was in awe of him. Don't dare to offend easily.

They will be shocked by this battle!

Sonor!

Chu Yun drew his knife and took a step forward with his right foot. There was a loud buzz. The blade is wrapped in thunder, and it is unstoppable!

"The knife is fast. Like a god descending from heaven. Younger, you're the best. ”

The dervish stood still. The thin lips opened slightly: "It's a pity that you have injuries on your body." ”

As soon as the words fell.

The dervish turned his head to avoid Chu Yun's powerful sword.

The right hand in the robe suddenly reached out.

Bang!

A punch slammed into Chu Yun's chest, making a dull sound.

"Retreat. ”

The fist wind is Huohuo, and the ascetic punches out. In his thin lips, he coldly spat out a word.

In an instant, Chu Yun was as if he was being ravaged by a violent wind. The legs fell backwards in disobedience.

Otherwise, the terrifying power of this punch of the dervishe. It will destroy Chu Yun's internal organs!

Wow.

Take two steps back. Chu Yun's feet sank, as if he had bitten the floor. The regression has come to a halt.

The blade in his hand, the red light reappears.

"Come again. ”

Thin lips spit out two words. Chu Yun drew his sword and moved forward.

This knife is more imposing.

Above the blade, the wind surrounds. Wrapped in the momentum of destroying withering and decaying, it is blatantly split!

The dervishes are still waiting for the rabbit.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently: "I said it." Even if you're iron-clad. I can beat you to scrap metal too. ”

Sonor!

The dervish comes out with a knife.

A short ring knife was taken out casually, and it seemed that it was effortless, and it blocked Chu Yun's thunderous knife. Such as four or two dialing a thousand catties, to small broad.

Sou!

Block the knife. The sword in the ascetic's hand suddenly turned and cut straight at Chu Yun's wrist. I want to cut off his hand and this knife together!

This scene made everyone in the Ye Mansion tremble.

Even if he didn't understand martial arts, everyone could see that Chu Yun was not an ascetic opponent at all!

He slashed out twice in succession, but the ascetic downplayed it. With a knife in his hand, he was in danger, forcing Chu Yun into a corner!

As the ascetic said, Chu Yun was injured and could hardly resist the invincible old monk!

"A metaphor for a knife. ”

Chu Yun stared at the dervish with an expressionless face: "You are too short." ”

Let's talk about it.

He made an extremely strange move.

He raised his left hand.

Wrapped in gusts of wind, he reached out to grab the sword in the ascetic's hand!

Not only did he not block, but he also wanted to capture this sword that seemed to be lethal but was full of murder!

This move, don't say Ye Mansion. Even the dervishes frowned.

But his killing intent has been decided, and his mind has been tempered. However, in an instant of consternation, he was murderous and calm, and shouted in a deep voice: "Kill yourself!"

The sword is shining brightly, like a hideous demon, roaring!

Flutter!

After all, the ring knife was still held by Chu Yun's left hand.

His rough hands have been tempered thousands of times, and the calluses are so thick that a knife can't cut through them. But at the moment when Chu Yun held the ring knife, the wound was deep and bone-invisible. Blood gushed out, down the sword, and into the ascetic's palm.

"So short. What can you do?"

Chu Yun's face did not change.

In the dark eyes, the cold light was revealed.

Roar!

Chu Yun raised his blade.

Above the knife edge, the red glow is blazing.

Like a blood-red dragon falling from the sky, spitting dragon breath, turning clouds and rain, covering the sky and the sun!