Xiao Yu leaned down and grabbed his chest tightly.

At this moment, there was a heart-rending pain in the middle of his chest, as if a highly poisonous insect was opening its mouth and biting fiercely in his chest.

"Hit my Xuanming Divine Palm, boy, the old man will definitely make your life worse than death!"

He and Xuan Lao can become the two protectors of the royal family of Qianfeng Kingdom, and they must have their own unique means.

The "Dark Water Technique" practiced by the two elders of the Xuan Ming Dynasty is a strange technique created and explored by the two of them, and when they are practiced to the fullest, the aura is like the water of the surging Styx, refining all living beings and dead things.

Especially a move of the Xuanming Divine Palm, the yin energy contained in it is as soft as water, if it hits, it will lurk in the acupuncture points like a Gu worm.

Once it erupts, it is like a piercing ice, and it is like thousands of small insects gnawing on flesh and blood.

It is by relying on such vicious exercises that the reputation of the two elders of Xuan Ming is a well-known existence even in the distant Suzaku Dynasty.

Xiao Yu, who is still in the realm of martial artists, can defeat the cold yin energy contained in the Xuanming Divine Palm?

"Li Yu, go and cut off his head. The old man said in a cold voice.

In front of everyone's eyes, Xiao Yu snatched Qian Fengjie under his nose, which really made his face nowhere to rest.

What's more, this kid is still the murderer of Xuan Lao, and he must avenge Xuan Lao.

Li Yu couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart for a long time, and when he heard that the old man finally gave an order, he stepped heavily and rushed towards Xiao Yu!

At this moment, Qian Fengjie had already slipped from Xiao Yu's hands to the ground, with the speed of Li Yu's martial artist Sanzhongtian, if Xiao Yu still wanted to take Qian Fengjie as a hostage, it would be too late at all.

"Damn reptile, you can die for me!" Li Yu stepped forward, came to Xiao Yu in the blink of an eye, and then punched his head fiercely.

Xiao Yu slapped his face in the Drunken Immortal Building, and now he slapped the face of his most respected second brother, which couldn't help but make him angry in his heart.

He wants to let this pariah know that no one who dares to anger the royal family will end well!

With the majestic power of the martial artist Sanzhongtian, the fist wind smashed down on Xiao Yu's head!

"Be careful!" the old man exclaimed.

Xiao Yu, who had already bent down and vomited blood, suddenly bounced up from the spot, like a pounced cheetah, and slammed into Li Yu.

He raised his right arm and punched Li Yu hard, this arm had been attacked by the Martial Master Seven Heavens before, and now it was hit by Li Yu's fierce force, and there was a sound of bone cracking at the moment.

But relying on this short breath, Xiao Yu had already crashed into Li Yu's arms.

His left hand struck Li Yu three times in the chest like lightning, the speed was too fast, and the seven snake heads wrapped around his hand formed an afterimage, as if they were all alive.

Li Yu spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood, Xiao Yu's three punches were as fierce as iron, sharp as a knife, and the majestic fist strength penetrated from his front chest, piercing out from the back of his heart, and he was beaten through.

Bang! Li Yu stepped on Xiao Yu's forehead and chest, and the two of them separated their bodies with the force of recoil.

Li Yu fell to the ground and knelt directly on the ground, Xiao Yu's three fists were directly connected into a line, like a sharp sword, poking a hole in his heart.

He coughed heartbreakingly, blood splattered.

Xiao Yu's lightning-fast three punches, the first punch broke through Li Yu's protective body, the second punch blasted out a powerful punch, and the third punch exploded this wisp of fist strength in Li Yu's body.

The power of the three fists directly knocked down Li Yu, the martial artist Sanchongtian!

Xiao Yu stepped heavily under his feet, sliding on the ground for a while before stopping his retreat, Li Yu's last kick also made him very uncomfortable, plus he already had the injury of the Xuanming Divine Palm, which was even worse at the moment.

Blood couldn't stop spilling out of his mouth, falling to the ground and splashing into huge red lotuses.

But Xiao Yu couldn't see it, he was half-kneeling on the ground again, his eyes were like wolves, his broken right arm naturally hung down, and the snake head on his left hand flashed with demonic light.

The non-stop battles made Xiao Yu's aura in the sea of swords run out of energy, and he knew that he was about to reach his limit.

However, he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, except for the concern for the disciples of the three sects, all that was left was indifferent killing intent.

He fought out of the prison, into the palace, and into the clouds.

What royal power and hegemony are all cut into pieces by him.

Li Yu looked at Xiao Yu's emotionless eyes, and struggled to get up from the ground: "Damn...... Damn reptilian, I'm going to kill you!"

He propped up one leg and tried to prop himself up, but he couldn't do it after trying for a long time.

"Enough. The old man walked over and pressed Li Yu's shoulder, "You don't need to make any more effort, he is already at the end of his crossbow." ”

After that, he looked at Xiao Yu's tense body playfully, his eyes full of cold mockery.

The figures of the old man and Li Yu were reflected in Xiao Yu's eyes, and they were already slightly blurred, Xiao Yu waited in place for a long time, and he didn't wait for anyone who was not afraid of death to come up.

In his body, there was still the Tiangang sword species left by the ancestor that had not been used, and the handsome black dragon was still wrapped around the golden sword, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

These hole cards are exhausted, even if they are as strong as the martial arts sevenfold heavens, they will have to pay a painful price under carelessness.

It's just that the enemy is too cunning, they see that Xiao Yu is on the verge of exhaustion, and they sit back and wait for him to die of poison, and he will die!

The mighty lion was finally tired, and his mouth was wide open, but he collapsed on the ground and couldn't move.

A pair of blue eyes lit up all around, flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Xiao Yu's chest hurt violently again, and the yin energy of the Xuan Ming Divine Palm flared up again, he finally couldn't support it, and his tense body half-knelt on the ground.

He gasped for breath, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out, and the black-red blood was on him, and immediately formed a thin layer of cold ice.

He groped and crawled towards Qian Fengjie, who fell to the ground.

"Look for death!" The old man frowned, shook his palm, and swept towards Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu couldn't avoid it, and was swept out by the old man's palm wind, but he also used this power to come to Qian Fengjie.

The old man was about to step forward and strike again, when he saw Xiao Yu grab Qian Fengjie's hair and block the second prince who was already a blur of flesh and blood in front of him.

"Get out of here!" he roared with wide eyes.

The old man had to stop, he watched the second prince moaning weakly in Xiao Yu's hands, and his face couldn't help but be even more gloomy: "Stinky boy, what do you want!"

Xiao Yu's left hand strangled Qian Fengjie's throat, and every snake head on it danced hideously.

He didn't answer, his head hung on Qian Fengjie's shoulder and panted, his hair covering his eyes.

He grabbed Qian Fengjie and moved to the side little by little.

The courtiers on the road all made way for him in horror, watching him drag his scarred body and grab the second prince and retreat.

Where he passed, red lotus blossomed.

The old man looked at Xiao Yu, who was struggling in vain, and said coldly: "If you are in the palm of my Xuanming God, you don't have a few days left to live, so why do you have to fight this trapped beast?"

Xiao Yu gasped, he breathed deeply, like a dull thunder rumbling.

"Even if I die, I will drag you to hell. ”

I couldn't see his eyes, only the uninhibited curvature of the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Yu grabbed Qian Fengjie's head and whispered in his ear: "Three sect disciples...... Where?"

Qian Fengjie's body trembled like chaff, and the voice in his ears was so cold that it seemed like the murmur of a devil, which fiercely stimulated the little consciousness he had left.

He was slapped by Xiao Yu, and his originally handsome and evil face had already been peeled open.

"I don't know...... I don't know......" Qian Fengjie groaned weakly, crying with fear.

The two of them moved for a moment, Xiao Yu bumped into something, tilted his head and sat down, and Qian Fengjie's body was also around, kneeling in front of him.

It was a chair that was originally placed on the main hall, and it was a noble seat that only the lord of the kingdom was qualified to sit on.

For this position, Prince Yong did not hesitate to make his son half-paralyzed, and Qian Fengjie paid the price of blood, and the whole country was swept into a bloody storm.

For this position, how much blood has flowed into the river, rolling and flowing in the long river of history.

At this moment, this treasure chair, which had been coveted by countless pairs of eyes, was covered with dust, and even in some places it was dilapidated, and it was being sat under a hairy boy with a foreign surname.

Xiao Yu lowered his head, and didn't look at the treasure chair under him, which symbolized the supreme royal power of Qianfeng Kingdom.

He quietly looked at Qian Fengjie who was kneeling in front of him, gasping slightly.

"You don't know ......"

He breathed heavily,

"Then you should die. ”

Xiao Yu's left hand burst out and fanned towards Qian Fengjie!

"With me here, do you still think you can do whatever you want!" The old man shouted, his body was like a meteor, and he came to Xiao Yu in a blink of an eye.

He stretched out a withered claw and grabbed it straight towards Xiao Yu's left hand.

Looking at the majestic aura attached to this claw, it actually made the surrounding air begin to distort slightly, you can imagine how terrifying it is.

The old man not only wanted to stop Xiao Yu's slap, but also abolished his left hand!

Xiao Yu didn't hear of the old man's majestic blow, and his left hand still waved firmly towards Qian Fengjie.

Seeing that the old man's claws were about to grab Xiao Yu's slap, Xiao Yu's left hand suddenly underwent a mysterious change.

His palm suddenly faded away, becoming unearthly, ethereal, and without a trace of fireworks.

This slap drew a mysterious trajectory, and it broke through the blockade from the old man's hand and landed on Qian Fengjie's face lightly.

Palm down, no regrets.

Qian Fengjie let out a howl of pain, spitting three feet of blood from his mouth, and the wound on his chest that had been mended by the old aura's aura was torn open again, and he was slapped out by Xiao Yu!

Like a tattered bag, he smashed a deep pit into the thick pillar, and then fell to the ground with a bang, covered in blood, and did not know whether he would live or die!

"Look for death!" "Looking for death!" Looking at all this, the old man was furious, and waved a fierce palm wind towards Xiao Yu's head!

The majestic power of the Martial Master Seven Heavens provoked Xiao Yu's hair to fly, but he lowered his eyes and just smiled softly.

For the sake of his companions, he has done everything he can.

Rumble!

A dazzling golden light suddenly shot out from outside the hall, and the thick golden dragon grabbed the body of the old man fiercely, knocking him out of the air!

It was only then that the deafening dragon roar sounded in the main hall.

Qian Fengyu, who was dressed in a white robe, stood behind Xiao Yu, and his indifferent pupils burst into thunder, and rumbling thunder sounded above the main hall.

He opened his mouth, with the coldness of steel and the viscoity of blood:

"Who dare touch him?"