The golden figure suddenly appeared in the ring, the blood-colored sun rose, and it was completely a vision born from the treasure house of flesh and blood, and the raging golden mangs swayed, giving people a very visual impact.

He appeared like this, without any preparation, unscrupulously revealing the vision of flesh and blood, not hiding it all the time, but not meeting a real opponent.

"It turns out that he is the Golden Armor Monk, no wonder he is so targeted at the Qingliang Sect in the Eighth Battlefield!" "The Taiyin Killing Desolate Dao, the Qiushui Swordsman, and the Silver-Blood Clan, they opened their eyes wide, watching the originally silent young man erupt, and they vaguely understood in their hearts why the Golden Armor Monk was so facing the Qingliang Sect, because Chen Yu had suffered injustice in the Qingliang Sect and almost fell.

"It's only been a year, and he's changed too much, does he really have a bloodline?" The most surprised person is the Qingxu Daoist, he once personally healed Chen Yu's injuries, at that time, Chen Yu's qi and blood could be compared to a monk of the same level, but there was no blood like this, and the birth of flesh and body treasures, like divine fire, was too different from before.

"This should be Senior Brother Chen's hole card!" Fang Lin couldn't help but tremble, a jerky smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, the immature youth eight years ago had grown into a monk that even he looked up to.

There was blood on the corner of Ye Lingjue's mouth, he was shocked by the elder, and before he had time to heal his injuries, the golden glow emitted by the golden figure submerged his entire pupil.

"No way, how could he be a golden-armored monk!" he roared loudly, unable to believe it, being too persistent to make the whole person crazy.

In fact, Feng Wantian has already hinted at it, and many people are equally skeptical, but no one is sure that he is, and he doesn't dare to imagine it at all. "Several of Ye Ling's fellow disciples were also chased and killed by the Golden Armor Monk on the eighth battlefield, they just sighed, they did it to themselves that day, and they shouldn't offend Chen Yu.

In the direction of Xuanxin Peak, the originally quiet and elegant woman couldn't help but be surprised anymore, covered her lips lightly, and stared at the golden-armored young man in disbelief, the young man who stepped step by step finally came to the peak, and had grown enough to rival the existence of the peak monk.

Mo Yue looked at the golden figure with a little pride, and glanced at the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect in surprise

"In fact, this is Senior Brother Chen's most real hole card, he disdains and uses it because he has not yet met a real opponent!"

Many elders were ashamed, at the beginning, they wanted to expel Chen Yu from Heavenly Sword Peak, but now it seems that they are completely blind.

In the burial dragon Dao system, there was also a figure, wrapped in red with a beautiful figure, the woman smiled faintly, as if she had fallen into the city.

The golden light was like a tide, like a scorching flame, constantly surging, and the young man in the golden light saw ahead, and no longer hidden.

Akatsuki, who was controlled by the wind remnant sky, laughed loudly: "In the eighth battlefield, you and I agreed to fight at the peak, come here, don't let me down!"

"East China Sea Crazy Swordsman, I hope you don't let me down either. Chen Yu said.

His treasure house of flesh and blood opened, rushing out a golden light condensed into flames, and the entire void couldn't help but twist, just like that, he raised his foot, like a metamorphosis golden-winged Dapeng, swept out directly, took the lead in attacking, and burst the space with one punch, like a red star that penetrated the space, cutting out a golden channel.

"It's a good time!" the wind roared, and the body of the Red Moon Sword flowed with blood-colored glow, and a Red Lian horse burst out from the body of the sword, slashing towards the golden phantom.

Rumble!

The entire dry void world could feel a violent tremble.

Many monks opened their eyes wide, and this kind of power was likely to crack the formation pattern.

The Red Lian Sword swept across a sea of blood, and there were countless powerful phantoms, such as the Xuan Snake and the Kraken, all of which had been cut off by this sword intent, merged into the sword intent, and became the true spirit of the violent sword intent, reviving and drowning together.

"With this kind of sword intent, how many creatures do you have to kill when you fall to the ground to condense such a strong killing blood. "All the monks, the sea of blood is rolling, the living beings are revived, and the sword intent is swept, like the hell of the River Styx.

Many sects looked up and didn't dare to miss it, this was a pinnacle battle, and it was two kings of the same realm who collided in advance.

Chen Yu, the hidden golden-armored monk showed his powerful strength, and the scorching sun born behind him evolved into a vast golden blood, like a pure gold wave, rolling and flowing.

The golden wave collided with the sea of blood, and at the place where it was about to be extinguished, the ultimate light was born, and a round of gold and blood collided, cracking the entire void into a crack, and the powerful impact made the two of them retreat.

"Happy!" Chen Yu laughed, like a true immortal who came out of the golden flame, and laughed, "You are the strongest opponent I have encountered in the East China Sea, but you will also be defeated in my hands!"

This is an invincible posture, along the way, Chen Yu has never shown such a powerful self, that cluster of golden flames forbidden the void, with flesh and blood divine power to cut through the wind remnant sky sword.

"Could it be that he also belongs to the Dongluo Golden Bloodline?" someone questioned, this physical vision was similar to Dongluo Liuli.

"No, this is a pure vision of qi and blood, reaching the extreme of Ning Dan, and completely opening the vision of the treasure house of flesh and blood, it is likely that he has practiced some kind of ancient body refining method, stepping into an extreme realm, and can fight any monk in the same realm. ”

Some of the Revenant Grandmasters spoke in a heavy tone, seeing for the first time a person awaken their physical potential to such a realm.

There are thousands of avenues, and legend has it that there was once a group of body refining monks who were able to temper their bodies to immaculateness, chase the stars and the moon, compare to those barbarian ancestors, and give birth to incredible supernatural powers.

And Chen Yu, who is similar to which body refining cultivators, is completely demonic.

"The flesh is full of spirits, the treasure house of essence and blood!" The wind remnant sky's eyes lit up, the robe on the broad and slightly heavy body rippled with the wind, and the red moon long knife flowed with a bloody light, demonic like blood, and it was in his hand like this.

This legendary method of refining the flesh body is extremely rare, and the monk born in the golden flame in front of him opened the treasure house of flesh and blood, bursting out the potential of the human race, and he couldn't help but boil his blood.

He came to the East China Sea Festival, not caring about the bullshit East China Sea asking the leader, but hoping to find an opponent, located at the peak of a kind of Dao, and someone needed to verify it together, and Chen Yu was enough to become his opponent.

"The red moon is like a song, occupying all three thousand immortals and demons!"

The red moon long knife was shocked, and the knife roared, and it was held in his hand by the wind remnant sky, and swept out, and a phantom of the killing god appeared, opening his eyes behind him, very faint, but giving people a feeling of being cold as falling into the ice.

It seems that in the face of three thousand immortal demons, it is impossible to stop this figure from slashing.

Rumble!

The two of them were fighting together, and the sword was dripping like mercury, like a trace of blood mist thick, like a substance flowing out, and with each slash, the blood mist on the red moon became heavier and heavier.

Chen Yu's body was rippling with golden flames, stretching out his hand, his palm was like a golden inscription, facing the sword light with a thick blood mist, it slapped directly on the body of the Red Moon Knife, and the golden flames rushed out, intertwined with the sword qi.

Bang!

The two fought again.

Behind Chen Yu, the sun rose, and there were faintly two red dragons constantly intertwined and turning.

The vision appeared again, and the two red dragons condensed the sun rushed out from his qi and blood, like a red star falling, and the hot qi and blood contained the origin of the true dragon.

"Don't underestimate me too much!"

The wind also came out, and a blood-colored sword ran out of the red blade, which was tattooed on the edge of the blade, and jumped out, letting out a roar, and the blood spread, biting the two red dragons intertwined with the sun, and the bloody sword intent rushed out, wanting to drown the red dragon.

The blood and qi of the scorching sun swept away, piercing the sea of blood, and the scorching sun returned, staying behind Chen Yu, like a mouthful of red sun, reflecting the heavens, very miraculous.

The fierce roar was engraved on the body of the Akatsuki sword, making the blood a little thicker.

The wind remnant sky is really strong, and the red refining sword is like a pure condensation of killing intent, if it was a mortal soldier, it would have already been shattered by Chen Yu's palm.

What made Chen Yu strange was that the red moon could give birth to some strange law appearances, which was also extraordinary, and its origin was very mysterious. Wind remnant sky is just an East China Sea casual cultivator, shouldn't it be so powerful, why would it appear in the chaotic sea area, a person constantly fighting, raising such a blood refining sword gang?

Similarly, Feng Wantian was also surprised in his heart, the mountains and sea-like qi and blood, like the rising sun, still had a vitality in the domineering of Gangyang, making it difficult for him to cut off the Red Moon Sword, and every time he collided, he could also hear the roar of a real dragon, which could shock the soul.

"Your bloodline is unusual. Wind remnant Sky said, the dragon roar, giving him the illusion that he was not fighting against a human race, but a young dragon.

However, it is a pity that the legendary true dragon clan disappeared into ancient times, and only some dragon clan relics remain in the human realm.

"I once bathed in the Jiaolong essence blood, and my physical body has opened up some potential!" Chen Yu said, using the Jiaolong essence blood as a cover, the true dragon bloodline is his real secret, and it must not be leaked.

The Heavenly Sword Peak monk knew that Chen Yu almost died in Tingtao Pavilion three years ago, and in the end, Yi Daoren appeared, suggesting that he should use the dragon essence blood to warm his body in order to save Chen Yu's life.

"No wonder there is such a powerful flesh and blood, opened with the blood of the dragon, it is enough to raise a strong flesh body, but he is also too lucky to be able to open the treasure house of flesh and blood and peek into the powerful flesh and blood potential. "Many people relieved themselves, Li Shangjun beheaded a dragon back then, but he didn't expect that most of it was given to his disciple Chen Yu, and his flesh and blood were trained so miraculously, which can be regarded as a cause and effect.

"A dragon can make the flesh body strong, then I will find one to slaughter when I have time and take it to bathe!"

Everyone was stunned, although most of them took this as a joke, but this crazy swordsman in the East China Sea was too arrogant, Jiaolong was really so easy to kill, as a powerful alien of the true dragon's vein, Li Shangjun killed a Jiaolong and lost his life.

"Then let's wait until you lose, and then look for it. Chen Yu said.

He unveiled a sea of gold, his flesh was crystal clear, and he could see some tiny golden veins engraved on the flesh and bones, as if it was like a kind of killing array inscribed on his flesh.

Thundered!

The whole qi and blood surged again, and two torches rose in their eyes, like dormant beasts.

The golden wave spread, blessed by the ancestral dragon god pattern, the flesh and bones were sublimated to the extreme, and the flesh was covered with a dense layer of scale armor, lifelike.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of golden flames, a thick and majestic beating heart that shocked many monks, it was simply a humanoid dragon.

He swept out again, and the scale armor on his body seemed to be alive, and he could directly fight with the red moon in the wind.

Hula!

He stretched out his arm and waved it hard, and five cracks tore through the space, and in an instant, there were five more blood marks on the arm of the sword wind, almost piercing the entire body.

Blood dripped, eroding the entire robe, flowing on the blade, all swallowed by Akatsuki.

Feng Wantian didn't care about the scars, and his indifferent gaze gave birth to a faint smile.

"I've killed too many demon beasts, but I've never slaughtered a true dragon!"