The murderous aura was monstrous, Cao Changsheng turned his face and held a sword to behead Yang Yu.

This sword is a mortal-level six-grade secret treasure, which he asked a refining master to refine, and he has followed him for many years, and he has long been psychic.

"Don't resist uselessly, it will still allow you to live in peace. Cao Changsheng said on the way.

"Flutter!"

The long sword slashed through the void, drawing a wave of qi, causing the space at that point to shake, and the powerful fluctuations were also spreading.

"Ding!"

Yang Yu stretched out his hand, and his nails immediately grew, like five sharp swords, and there was white energy flowing between them, and then he stretched out his fingers in the direction of Cao Chang's growing sword, making an iron roar and splashing sparks.

Cao Changsheng was surprised and was immediately shocked back.

"Click!"

With a single impact, Yang Yu's nails were immediately shattered, which was energy condensation, not a physical nail at all.

Nails are condensed with energy, and they can change their form as they like, and this collision is just a loss of some energy, and it's nothing.

"This kid has a way to knock me back. ”

Cao Changsheng was shocked, he broke through the realm, and he couldn't kill Yang Yu with a sword.

"Come on, Daddy, catch that kid, I'm going to torture him well!" Cao Gong screamed.

Everyone was shocked, this young man was too strong to resist Cao Changsheng after the breakthrough and was undefeated, it was really an undefeated myth, something that had never happened at all.

"Cao Changsheng, do you really want to be an ungrateful, wolf-hearted bastard?"

Yang Yu let go of the beauty, sent it to Yu Hong's side, and said lightly.

This is done for a purpose.

As long as the Cao family is completely forced to the lowest point of fame, it can be completely wiped out, and there is no need to worry about being infamous in name, which is very clean.

"Since you insist on resisting, I don't have to show mercy to my subordinates. ”

Cao Changsheng said, he advanced again, he threw the long sword in his hand into the air, and then pinched the seal. Soaring into the sky.

"Gurgle!"

The sound of water flowed out, and there were waves rolling around the long sword, and immediately I saw that the moisture in the air was condensed, and it turned out to be another martial artist who cultivated the power of water.

"Haha. Cao Changsheng, can you be more fucking shameless?"

Yang Yu snorted coldly, very disdainful.

Seeing the water power on the top of the head diverging, there are gradually water droplets condensed, and every drop is black. It's like just half out of the ocean.

As soon as the water droplets appeared, the air was filled with rich water vapor, and many things were covered with light water vapor, and they all began to become very humid, and even water droplets remained.

The coercion spread, and Yang Yu felt his whole body sink.

"Sharp teeth, wait for me to catch you, and see who dares to chew your tongue. ”

Cao Changsheng was a little angry, although the reputation was very important, but after the Cao family had great strength. All public opinion will become less important.

Either Caesar or nothing.

As long as the Cao family can succeed, everything doesn't matter.

"Haha! I understand, for an ungrateful bastard like the Cao family, the only way to kill them all!" Yang Yu laughed, showing disdain.

"Hehe, the Cao family is really shameless, bullying the small with the big!"

"It's up to anyone to laugh at the end. ”

"Whoever wins is the winner. ”

Onlookers discussed, and they occupied a variety of opinions.

Some people think that strength is respected, and the king is defeated. Everything is written by the winning side, and the loser has no right to complain, so he can only pinch his nose and admit it.

Drops of black water condense, and each drop is heavy. Possess great power.

Cao Changsheng had a long sword suspended above his head, and the power of the water around him was condensed, and then he commanded the long sword, and the long sword turned around, circled in the air, and immediately stabbed towards Yang Yu.

Meanwhile. Some droplets burst out immediately, piercing the void.

"Flutter!"

The void trembled, and the long sword stabbed first, followed by drops of black water, each of which was equivalent to a flying arrow, very sharp.

Yang Yu attached great importance to it, the soul altar changed, the power of ice was used, the white qi of the whole body rose, and the air temperature dropped drastically.

A white wall of ice appeared in front of you.

To be on the safe side, he sealed it again, thickening the wall of ice.

"Kill!"

Cao Changsheng drank coldly, he stretched out his hand and pushed, and the long sword instantly stabbed at Yang Yu.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced the ice wall, and then many water droplets slammed into the ice wall again, causing the droplets to penetrate the ice wall with great force, leaving holes in their wake.

He knew that this wall of ice could not stop the long sword, and he immediately stretched out his hand, and gray silk threads flowed through his fingertips.

He pointed with one finger, touching the tip of the sword, and his fingertips pointed to the tip of the sword together, neither advancing nor retreating.

It's hard to move forward, but you can't go backward either.

"Flutter!"

"Flutter!"

“......”

Some voices sounded, and water droplets shot at Yang Yu's body, actually piercing his skin, leaving blood holes on his body, and gurgling blood.

Dressed in white with blood, it looks terrifying.

But he knew for himself that it was all skin trauma.

"Cao Changsheng, give me death!"

Yang Yu's fingers blocked the tip of the sword, and he suddenly screamed, and the power of his soul was like a storm, carrying streams of red blood power pouring out, condensing into a stream, and suddenly rushing towards Cao Changsheng's soul sea.

Cao Changsheng's face was shocked, and his eyes suddenly became confused.

The power of blood and soul condensed and stabbed directly at Cao Changsheng's soul sea, the effect was obvious, confusing Cao Changsheng, and the long sword he controlled also reduced its strength.

Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Yu suddenly clenched his fists and bombarded the weakest point in the space, while the thunder and lightning flashed, constantly swimming, releasing majestic power.

"Hack!"

Thunder and lightning wrapped around the long sword, and then the space fluctuated, and the spatial fluctuations were sent out, and the terrifying power squeezed towards the long sword.

"Peng!"

Suddenly, the sword shone brightly, and then exploded, breaking into pieces and shooting in all directions.

The three forces came out together, and they exerted force at the same time, shattering Cao Changsheng's mortal-level secret treasure in one fell swoop.

"Ahh

Cao Changsheng suddenly woke up, he screamed, and at the same time spurted blood.

Because his long sword was connected to his heart, and now that the long sword was shattered, his soul was inevitably injured, and the blood spurting from his mouth was still light.

"What?"

Cao Gong's face was frightened, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

What is this situation?

That sword, hasn't it been with my father for many years, it has already been psychic, and its power is very huge, but today it was shattered by this little miscellaneous punch.

God, is this true or fake?

In the Lonely Mountains, it is difficult for many true gods and martial artists to possess mortal-level secret treasures.

A secret treasure that matches its own meaning can increase the attack power of a warrior, and some people can even suppress their opponents with high-level secret treasures.

Cao Changsheng has this realm, and he only has a mortal-level six-grade secret treasure, and it is consistent with the mysteries he has cultivated, which can increase his combat effectiveness.

It can be seen that the preciousness of mortal-level secret treasures.

If Cao Changsheng had a spirit-level secret treasure, with the high-level cultivation of the true god, he would be able to fight with Yang Yu at least for hundreds of moves to distinguish the winner from defeat, and it was possible that both would lose.

"How many secret treasures does this kid have?"

Secretly, someone said in surprise.

They are terrifying, Yang Yu is too mysterious to be reasonable.

The power of ice, thunder and lightning came out at the same time, this is what they all saw, the mysteries of space are too mysterious, no one present can see it at all, even if it is a powerhouse in the Xuanshen realm, as long as they do not cultivate the power of space, it is difficult to detect spatial fluctuations.

"This kid has at least two extraordinary secret treasures on him. ”

"Well, one can store and release the power of ice, and one can store and release the power of thunder and lightning. ”

"Is he still a great alchemist?"

Alchemists cultivate the power of fire, this is common sense, and no one can disobey it.

Alchemy refiners all need the power of flames, and without the flames, you can't become a refiner and an alchemist.

Since this person is a refiner, he must cultivate the power of flames, otherwise it will be difficult to refine medicine and refining weapons.

A martial artist can cultivate one mystery, just now Yang Yu used two different mysteries in a row, this is simply subversive of common sense, no one thinks that this is the mystery of Yang Yu's own cultivation.

After all, it is common sense for one person to cultivate a single mystery, and it is difficult to break it.

But they all broke their heads, and they couldn't imagine that Yang Yu, who was regarded as a master of alchemy, turned out to be a half-ass.

He didn't understand the cultivation of flames, so how could he talk about refining medicine?

Cao Changsheng's soul was photographed, and he woke up in an instant, seeing that his weapon was exploded, his face was ugly, and he shouted, "Little bastard, you actually destroyed Lao Tzu's weapon, I want to refine you to death!"

He was so enfurious that he was not only bewitched, but also destroyed his weapon.

This is tantamount to a slap in the face. (To be continued.) )