The sky seemed to turn into an endless pool of ink, and powerful pressure emanated from behind the old man.
Shen Yu stood on the shore, and the seawater splashed and wet the uppers of his shoes, which were a bit cold.
Su Mo mentioned to him that recently the famous young practitioners in the spiritual wasteland had been assassinated by Qianchuan Land.
And Shen Yu once killed Zhong Shenluo with a sword in the Guiyun Immortal Sect. Naturally, the legendary Ming Cao from Qianchuan Land could not forget this incident.
It's just that he knew this day would come, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
Shen Yu said: "It seems that you really want to kill me."
He thought of the wreckage and luminous pearls in the seabed. It must have taken a lot of effort to subdue the ghost out of Yaochi's sight, and successfully hid it for a long time.
But now that he has come out in such a grand manner, Qianchuan Land must feel that it can bear the price of its exposure.
The hunchbacked old man stretched out his five fingers and explained with a smile: "I, a person from the land of Qianchuan, have always carried two volumes of the Book of the Underworld with me since I started. In them, the killing levels and combat prowess of all the cultivators in the Spiritual Wilderness are marked. It's very strange." Coincidentally, in the Young Volume, you happened to be among the top three. '
In just a few years, Shen Yu shone brightly in the Dao Sect, joined the world and returned to the Yunxian Sect, fought at the same level as Qingdi Chengli, and even resisted the three swords of the Duanren Mountain woman's sword fairy. Came out alive.
Many people have seen these things with their own eyes and cannot hide them. As long as you are willing, you will naturally know them all.
And this feeling, in the eyes of some practitioners at the top of the spiritual wilderness, naturally formed an indescribably powerful meaning.
Entering the world means being invincible.
They are exactly the same as those two brothers from Daozong back then.
But for everyone in the land of Qianchuan, such a person absolutely cannot exist in the world.
...
Shen Yu looked at the other party's appearance. He was in a very high state and his aura was very powerful, but he was old and withered, and his Dantian spiritual sea was gradually shrinking.
It's just that when the other party said these things, his face radiated a strange light.
This kind of brilliance is very common in the mortal world.
Farmers who rely on crops to survive in the countryside see auspicious snow in winter, and scholars who study hard in cold windows will one day be named in the gold medal list, and they are alone in a foreign land with only old friends.
Just because she had seen it before, Shen Yu was even more puzzled.
What is the goal of so many extraordinary and holy cultivators that they would rather give up all their cultivation, life and reputation, and risk their lives regardless of everything.
Three thousand years ago he didn't care.
But now he wanted to know why.
Shen Yu asked: "Is there a reason?"
"certainly."
The old man was decisive, and then sneered: "But you have no chance to know."
The raging wind suddenly filled the sky and the earth, the rocks shook violently, and the abandoned wooden house on the shore exploded instantly.
The wooden crutch in the hand of the hunchbacked old man emitted a scarlet blood light, with a terrifying aura, and it immediately hit Shen Yu's head.
Shen Yu raised his head subconsciously, and the Jing Qing Sword in his hand also drew a straight red line.
The sound of the sword sounded and came through the air.
The scarlet blood light collided with the sword light, causing countless gorgeous fireworks to explode.
The wooden sword returned to Shen Yu's hand, making a cicada cry.
Shen Yu subconsciously wanted to take off the sword again, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly made an irregular trembling sound.
He seemed to be protesting, but also seemed a little dissatisfied.
Shen Yu remembered something and stopped wielding the sword.
The next moment, Shen Yu held the wooden sword and began to draw extremely complex lines in the air.
The speed was so fast that only afterimages were left in the air.
Green light comes again.
Then the scarlet wood crooked and hit the countless afterimage lines in front of Shen Yu.
The sword intent bursts out, as powerful as a city god's tall tower.
Countless dense cutting lines emerged in the air, blocking the opponent's first attack.
Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes were a little dark and impatient.
This must be done quietly and without leaving any loopholes.
But in Yaochi, if you reveal too strong aura or methods, it will definitely attract the attention of some people.
There was a faint gray light emerging from the hunchbacked old man's right hand, and a muffled sound came from the air.
Shen Yu did not choose to attack proactively.
Because he knows that he is not the opponent's opponent now.
The breeze suddenly picked up, Shen Yu raised his foot and stepped on the wooden sword, rose up from the ground, and flew towards the distance with his back to the old man.
"Can't run away."
The hunchbacked old man sneered, disappeared from the spot, and stopped in front of Shen Yu the next moment.
The gray-black right palm slowly pushed forward, not very fast, but the surrounding air began to tremble and deform.
Like an avalanche on a high mountain, it moves forward inexorably.
Such a powerful and mysterious Taoist method has reached the level of the upper three realms. Even a practitioner in the Shenyou realm will either die or be disabled if a palm hits his chest.
But the old man's eyes suddenly froze, because he saw clearly that the other party had been holding a mirror in his arms.
He had seen it before in Qianliu City. It was a replica of the Kunlun Demon Mirror.
His palm collided with the mirror.
A blazing light appeared in the sky, and cracks appeared in the air, which was bright and dazzling.
Wind and waves blew up under their feet, and the sea breeze blew their black hair at the same time.
The two qi forces fought against each other, and after a brief stalemate, the hunchbacked old man's palms became even more disheartened, sweeping through his body and forcibly suppressing the white light.
Phew!
Cracks began to appear on the mirror in Shen Yu's hand, spreading around at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Shen Yu looked as usual. No matter how precious it is, an imitation is still just an imitation.
Boom!
After a brief stalemate, the palm of the hunchbacked old man passed through the mirror, and the glass fragments turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the air.
The mirror was destroyed.
Shen Yu's figure then flew upside down and hit the ground, and a trace of blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth.
The sword energy of the female sword immortal in the body has not been completely eliminated, but new injuries have occurred.
Shen Yu lay on his back in the gravel pit, his eyes getting colder and a little irritable.
The gap between the realms of the two sides is too big, and nothing can make up for it. Nothing can make up for it.
Ever since he entered the Dao Sect, every time his opponents were far beyond him, it was very uncomfortable to fight.
The training time is too short.
Shen Yu thought that even if he could be reduced to just one realm, or let him step into the realm of divine movement, it would be great.
Without any hesitation, the hunchbacked old man transformed into the ghost's thousand-foot figure, then raised his right foot and stepped hard on his head.
The aura was trembling, and he was no longer as restrained as before, and he already had the intention of killing him.
Seeing this scene, Shen Yu's eyes began to brighten, and sword intent rippled out from around his body.
During his years in Daozong, he had deduced this situation countless times.
He also kept some trump cards to deal with the current situation, although the price was extremely heavy for Shen Yu now.
The center of Shen Yu's eyebrows began to glow slowly, and a silent and extremely mysterious aura flew towards the sky and the sea of clouds.
Just this moment.
A rainbow light lit up in the distance, carrying a strong and fiery aura, flying from the sea.
The fog around them receded one after another, and they didn't dare to compete with it at all.
A circular spiritual energy beam opened the sea surface again and shot toward the hunchbacked old man.
According to normal circumstances, although this attack is powerful, it is not unstoppable.
But the timing was just right. The old man's attention was all on Shen Yu, so he noticed it too late.
In an instant, the black shadow transformed by the hunchbacked old man was hit by the fiery rainbow light, and explosions resounded on the isolated island.
The black shadow dissipated, and the hunchbacked old man was knocked hundreds of feet away and fell into the sea.
Almost at the same time, a figure as tall as a pine tree landed on the rocks in the sea, holding a fan in his right hand and a fist in his left hand.
There are nine seats in Liubo Mountain.
Shen Yu was a little surprised, but she didn't expect that he would chase him here personally.
Xi Jiu glanced around and said, "Where is the ghost? Where is it?"
Shen Yu looked at him silently and said nothing.
When we got closer, we realized that this person from Liubo Mountain actually had big eyes and thick eyebrows.
She had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but her overall temperament seemed a bit feminine. Shen Yu couldn't describe this feeling. She felt a little happy, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Xi Jiu's eyes widened and he became a little anxious and said, "Where did he go?"
Shen Yu was silent for a while and said, "Why are you looking for him?"
Xi Jiuyi said righteously: "Slay the demons!"
Shen Yu looked at the serious face full of righteousness and didn't know what he thought of. He twitched the corner of his mouth with a complicated expression.
"Has a strange thing finally appeared in Liubo Mountain?"
