"How... What to do?"

On the other side, He Xilai was completely frightened, and he could no longer have the slightest idea of provocation.

Gao Bairen's face was even pale, stammering, and he looked at the Sword Saint Mo Wuji with a panicked face.

Mo Wuji was also almost collapsed at this time, and his brain was completely blank.

Chu Yun's strength was completely beyond their imagination.

Not to mention a dozen or three, it is still a complete crush.

I'm going to it!

How can he be so strong?

Mo Wuji and the others were almost frightened and cried by Chu Yun's toughness, but just when the three of them were frightened, Chu Yun's sword light had already arrived in front of them, and time was pressing, and they could no longer hesitate.

In the end, Mo Wuji frowned, and shouted anxiously at He Xilai and the others: "Withdraw, withdraw quickly!"

"Go back to Yanjing first, and everything will be said when the God of War comes back!"

When he said these words, Mo Wuji's heart was almost dripping blood. They were the highest martial artist in China, and the three of them fought against Chu Yun, and they were even forced to retreat. Fortunately, the God of War has not yet been defeated in the hands of this young man, otherwise, this little Chu Yun would be able to blow up their Huaxia Martial Arts Realm by himself.

However, after Mo Wuji finished speaking, he found that He Xilai and the others had not replied for a long time.

In confusion, Mo Wuji looked back, but found that He Xilai and Gao Bairen had already run away.

Next Olympics!

"These two pieces of waste!"

Mo Wuji cursed secretly, but his strength surged, and he immediately began to retreat.

Zhang Baichuan and Lei Fu saw that the supreme martial artist in Huaxia was actually cowardly towards Instructor Chu, but they were shocked again in their hearts.

"Instructor Chu, this is going against the sky!"

"Sweep the country of Japan first, and then step on China. In the future, it is estimated that the whole world will be blown up. ”

Zhang Baichuan smiled bitterly, and his heart was terrified, but he trembled again and again.

He never imagined that a young man who was recommended to Commander Xiao Long out of love would have the strength to suppress a country in just half a year.

"Instructor Chu, he's a myth!"

A long sigh was full of admiration and awe for Chu Yun.

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"Escape? Don't you think it's too late to escape?"

"How can you insult me like this, without paying the price, how could I, Chu Yun, let you go!"

However, seeing that Mo Wuji and the three of them began to flee, Chu Yun at this time was frowning, and Sen smiled coldly.

Then his hands were empty, his feet cracked the earth, and his temperament changed suddenly. The surging momentum is like a sea and an abyss, like a god, and the next moment, Chu Yun's self-created immortal martial arts in his previous life, the heavenly absolute is thirty styles, and it will undoubtedly appear in the world in an instant.

"Heavenly Thirteen Styles"

"First Style: Star Slash!"

Chu Yun stepped on the void and swung his qi into a sword.

That ferocious energy gushed like a dragon, and directly slashed at the body of Mo Wuji, the Sword Saint closest to Chu Yun.

Mo Wuji had no way to hide, so he had to resist. However, just after receiving Chu Yun's move to step on the star, the sword light gathered by the previous divine thoughts flashed away, and under the two powerful attacks in succession, even Mo Wuji could no longer stop it.

Poof!

Mo Wuji's body was immediately thrown away, and under the blessing of the Great Sun Thunder God Body, Chu Yun's blow was not heavy, and it directly smashed Mo Wuji's sternum, and between the blood sprayed wildly, he immediately fell down like a kite with a broken string.

The corners of Zhang Baichuan's eyes twitched, and his heart trembled even more.

The Sword Saint is the president of the Supreme Martial Arts Association, and he was beaten into a dog by Chu Yun like this?

"Juggernaut!"

Gao Bairen and the others had already fled thousands of meters away, but when they saw that the Sword Saint was beaten by Chu Yun and vomited blood, their eyes turned red instantly, and they stood in the distance and cursed angrily at Chu Yun: "You are so small, you dare to hurt the Sword Saint." Tomorrow, our supreme martial artist in Huaxia will list you as a public enemy of Huaxia and be wanted by the entire Huaxia Martial Dao!"

However, in the face of the threat of Gao Bairen and others, Chu Yun just smiled faintly: "It's hard to protect yourself, and you dare to threaten me." ”

"It's really looking for death!"

With a sneer, Chu Yun stepped on the ground and drank again.

"The second type, the earthquake is regrettable!"

Chu Yun's figure rose up, like an eagle striking the sky, the momentum was like an abyss like a rainbow, and in an instant, he had already chased behind Gao Bairen.

Boom!

It is a pity that the sky is a palm, but it covers the sky and the sun.

The mighty gods swept the entire sky.

"Junior, you dare?"

He was still scolding Chu Yun angrily just now, but Gao Bairen never expected that Chu Yun, who was originally thousands of kilometers away, would appear in front of him in an instant.

Seeing the fist shadow that was even more majestic and terrifying than before, Gao Bairen was almost frightened. His pupils shrank, his eyes cracked, and he roared loudly at Chu Yun.

Chu Yun ignored it, and slapped it directly. 、

Boom!

Bones and muscles shattered, blood raging.

Chu Yun controlled the Palm of Regret, and actually smashed Gao Bairen directly from a height of 100 meters, and then smashed into the deep pit where Mo Wuji was lying.

At this time, Mo Wuji was kicked into the earth by Chu Yun, and his muscles and bones were almost in flame-burning pain. He gritted his teeth and struggled violently to get up from the deep pit, but as soon as he was halfway up his body, Gao Bairen's hundred-pound body smashed down with huge kinetic energy. Shengsheng smashed Mo Wuji out of blood.

"Sword Master, Bainin!"

"Bastard, bastard!"

Seeing Chu Yun's two moves, he smashed Gao Bairen and the Sword Saint out of blood, and smashed them into the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. He Xilai, the spear king who ran at the front, but his eyes turned red in an instant.

Red as blood!

It was as if a pair of eyes had been punctured, and his face was majestic and almost hysterical.

"Junior, why are you waiting for me. ”

The gun king He Xilai was about to crack and scolded angrily, just when Zhang Baichuan thought that the gun king He Xilai was going to fight Chu Yun angrily and avenge his companions, who would have thought that after this guy put down a cruel word, he would not care about his face at all.... Turn around and run.

"What a pus!"

Chu Yun shook his head and smiled, and then, in an instant.

At this time, Chu Yun was like the demon king who harvested life, wielding the sickle of death, and once again reaping life between heaven and earth.

"Heavenly Thirteen Styles"

"Third Form: Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Yun once again deceived himself. It was like lightning and fire, and in an instant, it chased after He Xilai. Chu Yun's body was slightly bent, and the young man at this moment was like a powerful bow full of strength, but in his thin body, it was at this moment that the power of the entire universe erupted.

An iron fist tore through the heavens and the earth, smashed the void, and nearly broke through the sound barrier. Then, in the frightened and violent gaze of the gun king He Xilai, it smashed on his chest.

The ribs were broken, the lungs were cracked, and almost instantly, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spit out frantically from He Xilai's mouth.

The red sky was full of blood.

The iron fist blasted out, and the wind roared!

The tremendous force, almost endless, enveloped He Xilai's body, almost like a dead dog, and fell towards the heaven and earth below.

He Xilai had never been so badly injured in his life as he was today, even when he fought against Hongmen and followed the god of war Nie Nantian to fight against Zhao Wouji, the lord of Hongmen, on the coast of the East China Sea, he had never suffered such a serious injury.

But now, He Xilai never thought that he would be beaten so badly by the young man he had ridiculed and sarcastic before, and he was powerless.

His vision gradually blurred, and at this time, He Xilai's breathing was so tingling. The cold wind roared in his ears like a devil, and the fierce fist strength of the Eight Poles Collapse was still raging wildly in He Xilai's body, but He Xilai's body had been dragged to the ground by the huge fist force.

"Juggernaut, Juggernaut, are you alright?"

"I really didn't mean to smash you!"

In the deep pit below, Gao Bairen was covered in blood, struggled to stand up, and looked at the sword saint Mo Wuji who was smashed by him and vomited blood with a guilty face, and shouted guiltily while reaching out to support Mo Wuji who was pressed under him.

At this time, Mo Wuji was also extremely embarrassed, and the blood and soil were almost contaminated. was smashed by Gao Bairen just now, and his left leg has been completely broken.

He was covered in blood, and was slowly helped up by Gao Bairen, standing in the deep pit with a sad face, his body twitched slightly, but a mouthful of blood spit out again.