As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere at the scene became tense again, and Luo Linyao's eyes were so angry that he wanted to crush Tang Yu's whole person.

"Don't think I can't beat you!"

He plunged the jade sword into the ground in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the crimson on it began to change, and the flames gradually turned purple. The flames followed his skin, carving patterns into the Dao Dao, and in Luo Linyao's eyes, the depths of the pupils began to be swallowed by darkness.

"Get out of the way!" When he said this, his voice was already slightly hoarse, as if he had suddenly changed people.

Tang Yu was taken aback by his change, and subconsciously took a few steps to the side. The green tendons on the back of Luo Linyao's hand burst out, the heavy sword was raised, and the purple red shot out like a sharp sword against the ground, Tang Yu understood its terrifying point from the first time he saw it.

As he dodged, he turned around and shouted at the disciples who were a little closer behind him, "Hurry up and dodge!"

A few blue-clothed disciples were still standing on the bluestone and looking around, wanting to get closer to observe the battle, but they didn't expect that once Tang Yu avoided it, the line of fire would come towards them unexpectedly.

The purple flame did not have the slightest mercy for life, and at the moment of crisis, Yuan Qiteng stepped forward and kicked the two people on the bluestone away. The line of fire then rushed to the side of the bluestone, and the huge stone, which was so vulnerable in front of the flames, exploded the moment it was contaminated.

The fist-sized gravel was wrapped in an inextinguishable purple flame and flew away, Yuan Qi tried to dodge, but the placket of his clothes was still touched by sparks, and quickly wrapped half of his body. A miserable scream sounded in everyone's ears, and they couldn't bear to look at it.

Tang Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and a horse suddenly flew out of the waterhole behind him, enveloping Yuan Qi. After a long time, the fire was completely extinguished, looking at the young man on the ground with half of his body blackened, Tang Yu's heart could no longer be suppressed, and his eyes when he looked at Luo Linyao were already filled with murderous intent.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

His long hair, tied back of his head, danced like tentacles, breaking free from the shackles of the headband, as if suddenly he had a life of his own. The long hair turned blue little by little from the root of the hair, and the silent oppression spread all around, and even the people who were watching from a distance couldn't help but shudder.

However, most of the coercion was concentrated on Luo Linyao, he put the heavy sword across his chest, and the flames on it spewed out, after hesitating for a while, he struck first, and the jade sword in his hand did not slow down his speed at all, and instantly swept in front of the other party.

Tang Yu's long hair was still gradually changing, he didn't make any movements, just squinted at the man in front of him, as if he was just dust. The two looked at each other, and the latter's eyes flashed with fierce determination. The heavy sword was raised above his head, and it slashed head-on towards Tang Yu without any fancy, and the two movements were done in one go, like a mountain, like a thousand jun.

Tang Yu closed his eyelids at this time, looking like he was about to be killed, but in his hand, he had secretly held a blue ball at this time, which condensed pure energy, and there were storms and turbidity in it, as if a world had been sealed. His muscles tensed, ready to go.

The ink-colored jade sword was getting closer and closer to the target, and Tang Yu seemed to be able to feel the scorching heat wave, which was melting his forehead. The fierce offensive was like a mountain collapsing in front of him, and the man in blue did not change his face, quietly waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

Time slowed down indefinitely at this moment, and a faint mist swirled between Tang Yu's long hair, which gradually changed color. At the moment when it was about to collide, it stopped abruptly.

A dark golden palm slammed into the blade of the jade sword, stopping its momentum. The knuckles of the palm of that hand could almost touch Tang Yu's forehead.

"My Senior Brother Ming!?" he opened his eyes, those eyes were like a cold pool, quiet, deep and full of murderous intent, but after seeing the person, he was still taken aback.

Su Wuming stared at Luo Linyao and questioned him sharply: "The sect is not allowed to fight for the dead, do you want to be abolished and expelled from Lei Gang Mountain?"

After speaking, he glanced at Yuan Qi who was lying on the ground moaning, and then glanced at Tang Yu's hair roots that had turned blue, and continued to focus his gaze on the other party.

Luo Linyao wanted to pull out the heavy sword, but the blade of the sword did not move in Su Wuming's palm, and it seemed to be firmly absorbed like a magnet. In the end, he had no choice but to compromise, and the flame on the heavy sword in his hand slowly extinguished, returning to the original dark green, and the momentum of his body was all restricted.

Only then did Su Wuming let go of his hand and said coldly: "You come with me." ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't stop any longer, turned around and left along the stone road, Luo Linyao lowered his head and followed the other party with his head down, and when he passed by Tang Yu, he paused, and the corners of his mouth curled up proudly.

"Why do you have to hang out with these scumbags, they'll drag you down. ”

The latter's long hair no longer danced, and hung down on his shoulders wet with water, and when he heard this, he didn't even look at him, but stared faintly into the distance, and the teeth in his mouth were gnawed down without a trace. On the top of the mountain, Lei Yun's cold hand grasping the hilt of the blue sword also quietly let go.

As soon as Su and the others left on their front feet, Tang Yu hurriedly turned around and went to inspect Yuan Qi's injuries. The scorched black half of his body was shocking, which made his heart, which had always been calm, like a knife. The white palm waved violently, and a wave was blown from the pool on the side, wriggling into a thin film, wrapping Yuan Qi on the ground, and as Tang Yu's mind moved, he instantly plunged into the bottom of the pool.

He turned his head and looked at Su and the two who were gradually moving away from the mountain, and his eyes were fixed on the silver-clothed man who was following behind. If his eyes can really kill people at this moment, it is estimated that Luo Linyao is already a puddle of flesh.

The roar of the flowing water of the Flying Sword Waterfall behind him made Tang Yu's clothes rippling. For the next few days, he emptied the waterfall and stood alone on the bluestone, staring intently at the middle of the waterhole.

Time passed little by little, and the atmosphere in the entire Lei Gang Mountain became more and more tense, and all the disciples in Tsing Yi were in full swing preparing for the upcoming assessment. In this competition, I don't know who can put on the blue clothes that I have been thinking about.

In the woods in the south of the mountain, Bai Wangyu, Qu Shuxuan, and Lu Xiaochen were discussing with each other, and in the courtyard on the north slope of the mountain, Lang Hattian was sitting in the secret room left by Lei Yunling, his eyes closed, and he tried to comprehend those sword moves.

It wasn't until three days later, when the sky was just lit up that his eyes suddenly opened.

Lang hated the sky and stood up, patted the dust off his body, tidied up his clothes, and stepped out of the gate of the courtyard. The mountain road is already crowded with people at this moment.