Shen Yu's tone was calm, but there was some irritability in it that couldn't be concealed.

If you know Shen Yu, you will find this something very strange and even shocking.

When Yan Nantian heard this, his face gradually became gloomy.

One of the most important reasons why he put up such a posture before the competition is to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger.

In his eyes, an ordinary casual cultivator who can't figure out the way is a higher cultivation, but after all, he is weak, and the most feared is this kind of powerful sect with deep roots.

It's a pity that his hand of teasing and deterrence seems to have turned into a flattering eye to the blind, and the other party did not show any expression, as if none of these things had happened.

This kind of doubt then appeared in the hearts of many people in the field, and then they were puzzled.

The assassination of the three members of the Qingxu faction by the old servants of the Yang family is already a sure fact, and even Yang Yuanhao is now a little difficult to protect himself, what is the significance of this competition?

...

A stream of air swept up, rolling up gusts of wind.

Yan Yunyu jumped on the hundreds of zhang high platform out of thin air, looked at the other party and mocked: "I'm here, you really think I'm afraid of you." ”

The words are very disdainful.

It's just that no one responds next, so the atmosphere gradually becomes awkward.

Yan Yunyu's face became more and more ugly.

Because the other party did not look at him, or ignored him completely.

Hundreds of young disciples of the Qingxu Sect appeared on the round platform before, and at this time, they all quietly retreated to the corner.

Shen Yu was looking down at the clothes on their bodies.

These costumes were different from those of Yan Yunyu and several other core disciples, but he had seen them before.

Shen Yu finally knew what the subtle familiarity was at the beginning.

Then he frowned, and an irritable void fermented slightly in his heart.

"Who are you?"

Shen Yu asked.

Yan Yunyu sneered: "It's your business. ”

...

The aura in the sky began to rage.

Several fierce sword qi eruptions followed.

Shen Yu didn't speak, and what responded to the other party was a blood-colored wooden sword.

The wooden sword brought up the aura and shot towards the opponent's head.

Shen Yu didn't sacrifice Jing Qingjian in the previous competition, because Shen Yu's heart was indeed very irritable.

Shen Yu's imperial envoy's wooden sword did not have any momentum, giving people the feeling that there was only one word.

Fast!

A sharp and piercing grinding sound came out, so fast that the air seemed to be about to be torn apart.

Yan Yunyu was covered in a cold sweat, her footsteps stomped on the ground slightly, and the whole person rose to the sky.

The wooden sword missed, smashing into the ground, and countless stone chips exploded all around.

Shen Yu's right index finger moved slightly.

Jing Qingjian soared into the sky again, galloping towards the opponent's figure in the air.

Immediately afterwards, in the sea of clouds in the south, east, west, and northwest, there were bursts of explosions like air exploding, sometimes low, sometimes high.

Broken clouds are like three-year-old spring rain falling on the world, falling piece by piece.

Countless people craned their necks and looked up, and cultivators with a lot of realm even used secret methods to float into the air and level with the high platform.

As time passed, the sound of collision in the air became smaller and smaller, and more of it was the unbridled shuttle of wooden swords in the sea of clouds.

"Come down,"

Finally, a flat voice sounded.

Seeming to be a little impatient, Shen Yu then stretched out a hand deep into the sky, and then gently held it.

A dazzling sword burst out from the sea of clouds that was riddled with holes, and the light overflowed, enveloping the entire sky.

With a blinding sword erupt, a figure was knocked down from the sky and slammed into the ground.

Dust scattered.

Yan Yunyu knelt on one knee, blood oozing from his chest, cheeks, and feet.

But before he could feel the pain of the sword wound, a shadow was hidden in front of his eyes.

Shen Yu stretched out a hand to hold his neck, obviously not very strong, but steadily lifted him directly into the air.

Shen Yu said, "Answer my question." ”

Yan Yunyu felt the killing intent in the other party's eyes, and for some reason she didn't dare to move, and said in a trembling voice: "The real name of the best Taoist is Yan Yunxia, and he is my uncle. ”

Shen Yu let out a sigh and let go of his palm.

The next moment.

Crisp applause rang out.

Shen Yu's right palm stretched out, and then slapped Yan Yunyu's face, the Soul Ring Palace.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

It seems that Shen Yu's strength is very good, or the other party has not come back to his senses.

Yan Yunyu's body kept leaning back, but her footsteps were not turbulent for half a minute, and she stood in place, so every time Shen Yu made a shot, he could hit the opponent's face firmly.

Some people saw this scene and were shocked and felt familiar.

Previously, Yan Yunyu slapped Yang Pan'er the round platform.

Does this time mean that it will be returned?

When Yang Paner saw this scene, she blinked, snorted pitifully, and couldn't cry anymore.

The sound of slapping the face was transmitted to the ears of everyone on the round platform, and there was no sign of stopping.

Humiliating.

"Enough!"

Yan Nantian couldn't stand it anymore and spoke out to stop it.

"I....... I throw in the towel. ”

Yan Yunyu also spoke.

Shen Yu glanced at him and said, "Marriage contract." ”

Yan Yunyu lowered her eyes, bit it hard, and said softly: "Retreat." ”

Shen Yu let go of his hand and turned to leave.

The young man, whose face was red and swollen and barely faced, was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands hidden in front of his chest and slightly sealed, his eyes full of indescribable resentment and viciousness.

After three breaths, a powerful wave of spiritual energy erupted around his body.

"If you want Lao Tzu to withdraw from the marriage contract, go down to Huangquan to retreat."

An endless roar sounded Shen Yu.

The cloud mirror above the sky that originally suppressed Zhao Ji shone brightly, like the second round of red sun in the sky.

Countless auras began to sweep across the mirror.

Then a pure light appeared in everyone's eyes.

Countless people exclaimed.

Because the light was too strong.

It was as if it were an incomparable beam of light, with a holy and devastating aura that purified all things, starting from the sky.

There was no momentum or sound, but it seemed to ignore all distances and obstacles, and in an instant, it enveloped Shen Yu's whole body.

The air around them began to heat up, the aura boiled, and the hard masonry on the ground began to turn to ashes.

Yan Nantian closed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he couldn't stop sneering.

Yan Yunyu's face was as pale as paper. Sweat also soaked the whole body in an instant,

As the son of the head of the Qingxu Sect, and more importantly, the disciple valued by Elder Li Moran of Broken Blade Mountain, there are naturally a lot of various magic weapons.

Such a powerful spell with extremely lethal power had already surpassed the limit of one's own cultivation.

It stands to reason that there are not many people in the world who can dodge this blow unharmed.

But the final result was a little different from what he imagined.

The green bricks on the ground stopped melting, the temperature in the air quickly cooled, and finally the figure in the green shirt completely shrouded in white light reappeared.

Yan Yunyu's eyes became incredulous.

Because the other party also has a mirror in his hand.

....

The Yunxia Mirror of Broken Blade Mountain is quite famous in the world of cultivating immortals.

Because it contains the power of the rules of time, even if there is only a trace of it, it is a few rare things.

But when he was in Pingyao Town, Li Fugui also stole a mirror.

It was an imitation of the Kunlun Supreme Treasure Demon Mirror, which was regarded as a treasure by the Yunxian Sect.

Shen Yu kept it in his arms from beginning to end, until he finally took it out at this moment.

Broken Blade Mountain is a line worse than the Returning Yunxian Sect, and the treasures of the two families seem to be the same.

The beam of terror was absorbed by the mirror that emitted a faint fairy light, like a stone falling into the sea, and not even a trace of the waves was revealed.

Shen Yu said: "Return you." ”

The beam of light bounced off the mirror surface in Shen Yu's hand, reflecting a blow comparable to that of a monk of the Upper Three Realms.

The only interesting thing is that the target this time is not Yan Yunyu.

The terrifying beam of light headed towards the nearly hundred young disciples of the Qingxu Sect under the round platform, and in an instant, the bright light reflected countless young faces that were caught off guard.

The wind is howling.

Yan Nantian came in front of hundreds of disciples.

These hundred young disciples are the hope and mainstay of the future of the Qingxu Sect, and no matter what, there can be no mistakes.

Shen Yu said lightly: "He will die." ”

Yan Nantian, who was full of spiritual power, was stunned for a moment, then his pupils constricted, and he turned back suddenly.

I saw a wooden sword with a fierce sword aura, shooting towards Yan Yunyu's eyebrows, who no longer had the slightest power to resist.

It was already a moment of life and death.

In a normal moment, there are many ways to solve this problem.

It's just that all this is too fast, and no one has come back to their senses except for Yan Nantian, who is only one step away from the upper three realms.

The powerful sword aura is impressive.

Yan Nantian's figure disappeared in place, and then appeared on a high platform hundreds of zhang above.

Without the slightest hesitation.

His hands stubbornly blocked the speeding flying sword. , and a violent wave of air was heard in the air.

Shen Yu ignored this and just looked down silently.

Rumble!

The light fell to the ground, and the entire round platform began to shake violently, accompanied by the wails and screams of countless people.

The originally magnanimous round platform was instantly reduced to ruins.

Countless young disciples dressed in the costumes of the Qingxu Sect fell under the rubble, and the breath of blood filled the sky.

"Little bastard, you are looking for death!"

Yan Nantian looked at this scene, his eyes were red, and the entire purple robe began to float violently.

Shen Yu clearly saw the green tendons on the other party's face, and also felt the surging killing intent, and even saw the next breath, the other party's fingers were less than ten zhang away from him.

The golden light of the two fingers was dazzling, with an incomparable killing intent.

A powerful cultivator who was only a line away from the upper three realms, and a blow with the intent of killing was difficult for Shen Yu to take head-on.

But he still didn't care, not even trying to dodge.

He had previously killed Yan Yunyu with the Jingqing Sword, and until now he had been forcibly trapped in place by the other party.

Shen Yu originally had two swords.

But the other one was given to the woman who went to Kunlun to practice.

Shen Yu said lightly: "Now! ”

The wind was calm, and there was not the slightest movement.

It's just that Yan Nantian seemed to sense something, and turned his head in horror in mid-air, but he didn't have time to turn back.

I saw a void and transparent long sword appear in front of Yan Yunyu out of thin air, and the sword body was crystal clear.

Poof!

The next moment, Yan Yunyu covered her throat, and the blood kept flowing out of it, and her eyes were full of confusion.

He took a few steps forward, then fell to the ground so hard that he could not say a word.

Yang Pan'er's round eyes widened.

There was a dead silence in the air.

Countless eyes full of surprise looked at Shen Yu one after another.

No one believed that he dared to kill Yan Yunyu, didn't he know the consequences of doing so?

"No one can stop me from killing whoever I want to kill."

Shen Yu looked at the sluggish Yan Nantian and said lightly: "No one." ”

The cold wind blew from the sea of clouds, and countless people looked at Shen Yu, who was in a green shirt at the top of the high platform, only to feel that the whole body was slightly cold.