"You don't want to get an inch!"

As soon as these words came out, all the martial artists present were shocked.

A kid in the realm of true gods, in front of the Xuanshen powerhouse who has been famous for many years, actually spoke disrespectfully, such arrogant words really made the martial artists present puzzled.

Yang Yu's body was straight, he didn't dodge, but chose to face the sword without a trace.

There are some things that can be covered up without dodging, and his defeat of Chai Jinhua is equivalent to a slap in the face of the Heavenly Sword Gate, this kind of hatred cannot be covered up by dodging.

The martial artists present, the Great Sword Sect was worried about Yang Yu, while the Heavenly Sword Sect was secretly resentful, and they wanted to rush up immediately to kill Yang Yu, such arrogant people dared to speak like this to the door master.

But before, he obviously defeated even the half-step Xuanshen Chai Jinhua, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, this scene deeply stimulated the martial artist of the Heavenly Sword Gate, this young man who seemed harmless to humans and animals, was not an easy role.

When he showed enough demonic combat power, the shortcomings in the realm had been ignored by everyone.

"Haha, you kid, in front of such an old powerhouse, you have to be more well-behaved, after all, you defeated the apprentice of Sword Without a Trace, so don't be obedient anymore. The sword was bloodless and silent, standing diagonally beside Yang Yu and Jian Wuxi.

He did this to protect Yang Yu's safety, so as not to attack Yang Yu without a trace, so that he could have the opportunity to take action and protect Yang Yu's life.

As soon as the Xuanshen Martial Artist made a move, no matter how demonic Yang Yu was, it would be difficult to bear.

However. These words didn't mean that to the ears of Sword Traceless.

"It's just lip service!" "Jian Wuxian was indignant, for the sake of face. He couldn't make a move on Yang Yu immediately, otherwise would anyone respect him in the future?

The reason why Jian Wuxue said this was purely because he was angry.

After all, his beloved disciple was defeated by Yang Yudu.

"We don't know whether we win or lose, and your apprentice is defeated by this kid, even if you say more, it won't help, it seems. Today it is impossible to tell the winner or loser. "The sword has no blood.

He felt that it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat today. The Heavenly Sword Gate should end there.

"Boy, what's your name?" Jian Wuji asked suddenly.

"Yuyang!" Yang Yu just responded coldly, and did not say his real name, and he had no trace of this sword. There was no need for him to give his real name, and there was no need to explain too much.

He believed that this sword without a trace must be very resentful towards him, and if his lover was defeated, he would not be able to hold his face, and he would definitely find trouble for himself in the future.

"Yuyang?"

Jian Wuxian smiled and said: "Very good, I remember you, I will take your life if I break through the Xuan God in the future, and no one will say that I am bullying my juniors in the future." I hope you keep your life for me!"

Saying this, he glanced at Chai Jinhua in his hand, who did not know whether he was alive or dead. Then he glanced at Yang Yu coldly, "Boy, you are very good today, I believe that we will meet again in the future!"

After finishing speaking, the sword without a trace was no longer verbose. Carrying Chai Jinhua, who was like a dead dog in his hand, he gave an order to everyone in the Heavenly Sword Gate. He retreated.

The martial artists of the Heavenly Sword Sect, under the leadership of Ling Tian, also retreated like a tide, and even the traitor of the Great Sword Sect, Luo Ling, also followed Ling Tian and quickly retreated.

"Whew!"

Yang Yu was always on guard, afraid that Jian Wuxian would suddenly attack, but he was relieved to see Jian Wuxian leave.

However, in the next moment, a palpitating fluctuation suddenly came from the direction where the sword left without a trace, and then, a mysterious power suddenly condensed and appeared more than ten meters in front of Yang Yu.

At the moment when Jian Wuxian left, he still made a move.

"Not good!"

At this time, Yang Yu secretly screamed in his heart, this force was very powerful, it was not something he could stop at all, and at such a close distance, he couldn't dodge it at all.

If you insist on resisting, you are likely to fall.

He just glanced at the sword bloodless in a hurry, and then shot himself.

He didn't put his life and death in the hands of strangers.

Do-it-yourself is king.

"Crackling!"

At this time, the flames in his body were burning, and the power of the blood veins accumulated in his body was also completely burning at this time.

"The first weight of the fire trick!"

"The second level of the Flowing Fire Technique!"

"The third level of the Flowing Fire Technique!"

He silently recited in his heart, activating the first three layers of the Flowing Fire Technique, which he used to accumulate strength.

A strong bloody aura suddenly emitted fluctuations at this time, and the power in Yang Yu's body also reached an unprecedented height, and this power had broken through the limit of the true god.

The bloody breath, rich as substance, makes everyone's hearts unstable.

At this time, the power fluctuations emitted by Yang Yu were already comparable to the weaker Xuan Shen.

This time, he was unreserved, and all his power was passive.

The fluctuations of the ruined nature were transmitted at this time, and in his body, the blood veins and divine power were burning, and the blood vessels and tendons were all bursting at this time, but that kind of power was released by him undisguisedly.

"Whew!"

While the power of space was running wildly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and swiped in front of him, and the void was like rags, and a wide crack was immediately torn, and a piercing yin wind blew out inside.

All the power in the body is used for this stroke.

However, after Yang Yu had done this, the mysterious power that had been spawned by the sword without a trace came straight away, and then suddenly burrowed into the spatial rift.

At the same time, the power of space worked again, and the spatial rift was completely smoothed immediately.

His soul could clearly sense that within the spatial rift, the divine power triggered by the sword without a trace was stirring everywhere, and there was a powerful force trembling in the spatial interlayer.

"Poof!"

Although the main forces were swallowed up by the spatial rift, after all, there was still a strong aftermath coming, which made Yang Yu's face pale. Suddenly, blood spurted wildly.

"Sword Without a Trace, you are so despicable!"

At this time, Yang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Pale face.

"Good boy, I didn't die when I was hit, it was really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves!" The voice of the sword without a trace came, and then it completely disappeared without a trace.

But before leaving, he was very surprised by the power Yang Yu used.

The divine power attack he unleashed contained a majestic power meaning. And even the sword intent was used by him a little, he thought to himself. Even if it is a martial artist who has just entered the Xuan God, it is impossible to take this blow lightly.

However, this sudden crack actually swallowed his attack lightly.

Such means. How can he, a true God, have it?

"Sooner or later, one day, Lao Tzu will shoot you to death on the beach!" Yang Yu felt angry and aggrieved in his heart, Jian Wuxian was too shameless, a big realm higher than him, and he also made a sneak attack.

At this time, Yang Yu's whole body suddenly became weak.

The strength in the body also receded like a tide, and for the first time, I felt the weakness of my whole body, and my body was shaking. It is difficult to stand firm in the air.

Although it was only for a moment, the danger was far beyond the battle with Chai Jinhua. After all, the Xuanshen Strike is not something that a True God Martial Artist can follow.

"Are you alright?" said Jian Wuxue with a calm face.

For the hand of the sword without a trace, he didn't notice it at first, and it wasn't until the moment when the power was about to be exposed that he sensed that there was a power attack.

However. It was already too late for him to make a move.

But at this moment, Yang Yu was in his body. Suddenly burst out with extremely powerful power, this kind of power has completely broken through the limit of the true god, and he is also very curious, how could Yang Yu have such a powerful power?

Although the rescue is too late, if he makes a move, he can still save Yang Yu's life, it is nothing more than that Yang Yu will suffer irreparable damage, which is better than losing his life.

But the moment the power exploded in Yang Yu's body, he suddenly decided not to make a move.

This kind of power can already be compared with the weakest Xuan Shen, and with this kind of power, he has the slightest chance that Yang Yu will die under this blow.

"What kind of power is that?" Although Jian Wuxue's face was calm, his heart was like a storm.

The power that Yang Yu burst out made him feel a little jealous, and he was also very curious about how powerful Yang Yu could be.

But Yang Yu's expression was still very unexpected to him.

"What happened?"

"How did I feel just now, there is a kind of earth-destroying fluctuation?"

"That kind of power, I've lost my soul!"

Just after the blow of the sword without a trace was exposed, the martial artists of the Great Sword Sect suddenly felt a wave of destruction, which made their minds sway.

"I'm fine. ”

Yang Yu looked at the direction where Jian Wuxian left, and felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, this Jian Wuxian with the middle level of the Xuan Shen was so shameless and shot at his junior.

He swore that if he had the chance, he would kill him.

This kind of hatred, not killing this person is not enough to calm the anger in his heart, today's humiliation, he will not forget it so lightly, he will have a day to slaughter dogs!

"It's okay if you're okay, I feel, your body is very weak, all your strength has been drained, do you need any kind of pill to heal your injuries?" Jian Wuxue asked with concern.

"Give me some divine crystals, a high-grade Dan furnace, prepare a cultivation place for me not to be disturbed, I want to retreat and calm down the abnormalities in my body!" Yang Yu said unceremoniously.

Today, he single-handedly saved the life and death of the Great Sword Sect, and he made these requests, thinking that it was not too much, but he was very comfortable with this.

"Qing Yang, do as he says, take him to the alchemy room, all the medicine tripods and medicinal materials are all open to him, and prepare enough cultivation divine crystals for him!"

"Yes, Door Master!" Feng Qingyang nodded, indicating understanding.

"Thank you!" Yang Yu nodded slightly, but his body was weak and uncomfortable, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

"Well, I'd like to talk to you when you're out of the customs!" said Jian Wuxue.

Yang Yu just nodded slightly, and then left with Feng Qingyang.

And just after Yang Yu left, under the bloodless palm of the sword, a faint and undetectable light also dissipated at this time, and all the martial artists present did not notice it.

He condensed his strength, and prepared to make a move on Yang Yu again and again, wanting to get a qiē on Yang Yu's body.

However, after careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, he still decided to give up his move, because he really couldn't see through how much power Yang Yu was hiding.

Jian Wuxue frowned slightly, and his figure flashed, and then disappeared in place. (To be continued) - 14194049268165706191 + d - >