81_81974 And almost every move of Chu Yuan was very ruthless, making them unable to defend at all, and those foundation building monks had already collapsed under his fists, and their spirits dissipated.

"Hehe, I'm here to help the old man collect the body, since Chu dares to come, naturally he is not afraid of the old boy." Seeing the fierce glint in Confucianism's eyes, Chu Yuan smiled disapprovingly, and did not put his so-called ancestor in his eyes at all, in Chu Yuan's eyes, even if there is the spirit transformation ancestor, there is no Su Mingyue on his side to help, this little lady skin cultivation is also a spirit transformation, that old boy is just recently stepping into the spirit transformation period, I am afraid that even the cultivation is not very stable, which is stronger and which is weak, Chu Yuan naturally knows.

"Foolish dreams, how can the Golden Sword Ancestor be killed by you stinky boy, I'm afraid you can't help him with a hundred." When Confucius heard Chu Yuan's words, he was so angry that his blood was boiling, and he said angrily.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chu Yuan threw a few more punches, and the several monks who attacked him collapsed under his fists, turning into flesh foam.

Confucian Sheng saw that the senior brothers around him were instantly killed by Chu Yuan and killed more than a dozen people, and he was furious, although their Golden Sword Sect was a relatively large sect in the area of Tianlong City, but the Jindan monks in the sect were only one hundred and ten, and there were more than a thousand people who were only monks in the condensation period, this kind of battle was not at all something that those monks in the condensation period could participate in, even if they came, they would only make up a number and be cannon fodder, so they were not summoned.

Chu Yuan alone did not use the flying sword, so he killed them in a little panic, and his heart was overjoyed, and his body instantly turned into an afterimage, constantly shuttling between the monks who besieged him.

Chu Yuan's afterimage rolled, and any monk who approached him died instantly, and the essence and blood aura of his whole body was sucked dry by Chu Yuan, and then his whole body instantly collapsed and exploded.

A black shadow passed by, almost becoming a shadow in the hearts of these monks, and even Su Mingyue was taken aback when she saw Chu Yuan's strange technique, and her pretty face changed slightly.

She felt that Chu Yuan at this time had a thick murderous aura, very gloomy, not at all like that ordinary monks had.

Confucian Sheng saw that there were fewer and fewer senior brothers around him, and his heart was also a little frightened, and the jade slip in his hand was crushed.

At the same time, in a magnificent hall, the hall is very gloomy, there are six huge statues, these statues sit cross-legged, and on the top of the heads of these statues, there are actually six figures, these six people are all silver-haired old men, the appearance is almost the same, a body of breath spreads out, forming a thick coercion, the breath is amazing, forming an invisible screen, these people look at each other, but also instantly fly towards the place of fighting.

At the moment when the jade slip in Confucius's hand shattered, the six of them opened their eyes at the same time, and a chill appeared in their eyes.

At this time, there were still quite a few monks from the Golden Sword Sect coming from all over the mountains towards the place of fighting.

"Little bastard, look at the fact that you haven't solved these troubles yet, and new ones are coming." Su Mingyue looked into the distance, her face changed slightly, and she seemed to say very casually.

"Miss Su, don't worry, as long as the old man doesn't appear, Chu will naturally have a way to deal with these miscellaneous fish."

Chu Yuan saw that although there were more of them, there was no Yuanying Cultivator appearing, so he could not pose any threat to him.

His figure flashed, and he suddenly pinched the neck of the retreating Confucian student.

The Confucian showed horror in his eyes, more of a look of despair, he knew that once he fell into Chu Yuan's hands, there was not much hope of survival.

"I said that your so-called old man will also die, you can go now." Chu Yuan looked at the sky and took out a crimson sword from the storage bag, it was the Dragon Slaying Sword, and the red light spread out, extremely sharp.

Chu Yuan threw the Confucian student out like garbage, and the Confucian student broke away from Chu Yuan's control, and his body was also a lot easier, and he was about to escape.

A red light flashed in the air, and he found his head flying higher and higher, farther and farther away from a headless corpse.

The headless corpse was still bubbling with hot blood at its throat, like a fountain, rising two feet high.

"Poof, it's Ziqing"

A round thing is colliding with a Jinjianmen Yuanying monk who rushed to the arms, the monk just held the round thing, when he saw that it was the head of Confucian, he was slightly startled, and saw that his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink to death, and he looked hideous, and he had a feeling of wanting to vomit, grabbing the head was a palm, and Confucian's head exploded instantly, and the white brain and red blood splashed in the air.

"Bold and fanatical, dare to spread wilderness in my Golden Sword Gate, and also kill the disciples and grandchildren of my Golden Sword Gate." When the old man saw Chu Yuan killing Confucianism, the sound was like a bell and thunder, and it roared endlessly in Chu Yuan's ears.

"Dead old man, kill him, kill him, do you still want to avenge him, cut, just rely on you, the dead old man, and don't look at your dead appearance, maybe you also want to be a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks with him, hehe, I didn't expect you, the dead old man, to have this kind of Longyang goodness, broken sleeve wind hobby, that's okay, Chu will simply fulfill you and let you go down to reunite." Chu Yuan saw the angry appearance of the old man flying over, and said with a smile.

"You. . . Stinky boy, you are talking nonsense, squirting feces all over your mouth, the old man stabbed you today, so it will not be called Longbiao. Long Biao was said by Chu Yuan to be this kind of perverted person, so angry that he almost vomited blood, he usually hates this kind of disgusting person the most, and now he is installed by Chu Yuan on this Longyang good, the wind of broken sleeves, how can he stand it, the sweetness in his throat is difficult to suppress, and blood spurts out of his mouth. Trembling violently.

Su Mingyue saw that Chu Yuan angered Long Biao with a sentence or two on the side, and she was also funny in her heart, although this Long Biao's cultivation was not weak, but he was short-tempered, and he was also a tenacious person.

Long Biao's beard was opened, and he pinched the trick in his hand, and suddenly opened a big mouth, and a golden mang appeared in his mouth, the golden mangs flashed, and a small golden mangs shot towards Chu Yuan.

When this golden mang was exported, it rose against the storm, and instantly turned into a small golden sword five feet long and one inch wide, and shot towards Chu Yuan's neck like a meteor chasing the moon.

Chu Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing that the old man was able to spew out a golden sword from his mouth, he also felt a little rare, but he was not in a hurry, the dragon slaying sword in his hand was raised, and he slashed towards the flying golden sword.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the golden sword was blocked by Chu Yuan, and under this chop, together with the golden mang, it dissipated a lot.

Long Biao was taken aback, in his divine sense, although Chu Yuan's cultivation fluctuated a lot, it was not true, but it was definitely not a Yuanying monk, his flying sword had been cultivated for many years, and it had reached the point of being supernatural, it was difficult to resist, and an ordinary Yuanying monk would be cut off by this golden sword if he accidentally passed through it, and he would die instantly, but when he saw Chu Yuan's hand flashing with a red light, he resisted his golden sword, and he was a little surprised.

Su Mingyue also felt a little unusual when she saw Long Biao's golden sword, she was about to remind Chu Yuan to be careful, but before the words could be spoken, the golden sword was resisted by Chu Yuan's dragon slaying sword, she looked at Chu Yuan's sword, and was also surprised, knowing that it was a sword. Exceptional