Resurrection, Fortunately, I Can Wear the Heavens

Inside the Xuanyin Sect, it was already a chaotic scene, with shouts of killing everywhere.

Standing on a high place, Chen Yu watched the fight below with no expression on his face, either catching two or two, or a few people fighting in melee.

And the white fox on Chen Yu's shoulder was also looking at everything around him curiously.

The reason why Xuanyin Sect is called Xuanyin Sect is not that there are mostly female disciples in this sect. Like other sects, most of them are male disciples. It is only because the martial arts of this sect tends to be cold and weird, so it is called Xuanyin Sect .

Watching Chen Yu around, whenever a certain Xuanwu guard fell into a disadvantage or was in danger, a stone would fly out of Chen Yu's hand, turning into an afterimage and piercing through a Xuanyin sect disciple body of.

In just a short moment, almost ten Xuanyin sect disciples who were at least the day after tomorrow died in Chen Yu's hands.

The rest of the Xuanyin sect disciples were terrified and lost their fighting spirit.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion, after seeing the scene, suddenly became a little angry, and rushed towards Chen Yu at a high speed, "Huangkou kid, don't dare to bully me, there is no one in Xuanyin."

It's funny to say that in the Xuanyin sect, as an elder, the middle-aged man often took the lives of his disciples to test medicines, and the disciples of the Xuanyin sect were also afraid and resentful of this elder.

But now, the middle-aged elder would be angry at the death of the disciple that he didn't pay attention to at first, and those disciples who were afraid of him would also be happy for the arrival of the middle-aged elder.

As the middle-aged man advanced rapidly, countless silver needles flew out of his hand and shot towards Chen Yu.

Chen Yu immediately drew out the green steel sword, and as he waved it, it turned into afterimages and knocked down all the silver needles.

Looking at the small pits corroded by the poison carried by the silver needles on the green steel sword, Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before the middle-aged man continued to release hidden weapons, Chen Yu rushed towards the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yu had come up to the middle-aged man, and his sword swept across like a crescent moon, attacking straight towards the middle-aged man's neck.

At the moment of crisis, the middle-aged man turned slightly to the right, and the green steel sword drew a shallow bloodstain on the middle-aged man's neck.

After recovering from what might have been the only passionate emotion in his life just now, the middle-aged man looked at Chen Yu with a flash of fear in his eyes. It was just one move, and he almost died directly.

Suddenly feeling a little dizzy in the head, the middle-aged man looked at the smiling Chen Yu and the green steel sword in his hand.

Immediately, he realized that there was poison on Chen Yu's sword, and it was the poison he applied just now.

You must know that the poison he put on the silver needle was carefully prepared. Under the congenital, seeing blood seals the throat, there is almost no possibility of survival, and it even has a certain impact on the existence of the peak congenital, not to mention that he is only in the middle stage .

Although compared with the poison on the silver needle, the poison transferred to the blade is much thinner, but it still has a certain influence on middle-aged people.

After being poisoned by himself, he smeared the opponent's weapon on himself. The middle-aged man was inexplicably aggrieved, but even though the antidote was hanging around his waist, the middle-aged man did not dare to take it at all.

Now he is fighting, and he is still facing someone far stronger than himself. The middle-aged man can guarantee that as long as he dares to distract himself to get the antidote, his head will fall to the ground in the next instant.

Seeing Chen Yu attacking him again, the middle-aged man had no choice but to draw out a dagger to meet him.

However, due to the huge difference in strength between him and Chen Yu, coupled with the influence of the toxin, the middle-aged man has almost survived several times after dozens of moves.

And Chen Yu was dressed in black clothes, his hair wasn't even messed up, his face didn't have much expression, and he even had pets with him.

It seems that what he is facing is not a veteran, whose strength has reached the innate mid-stage master, but just an ordinary Xuanyin sect disciple.

However, the middle-aged man is not in the mood to feel dissatisfied with being underestimated at this time, and he has already tried his best to withstand Chen Yu's attacks again and again.

The middle-aged man was slashed across the chest by Chen Yu's sword again, spraying out countless blood. At the same time, because of the non-stop exercise, the toxins began to volatilize in his body, and he felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to mobilize his internal energy.

The middle-aged man knew that if it happened again, he would never be able to escape.

If he wanted to escape, with the speed Chen Yu just showed, he would definitely die faster.

In their hearts, the middle-aged people no longer regard Chen Yu as a young man who just broke through his innate talent, but secretly regard Chen Yu as an old monster with a good face.

Chen Yu crushed him in all aspects, realm, force and timing.

How could such a person be a young man who didn't look like a double ten.

Even the middle-aged man had a faint feeling that Chen Yu hadn't exhausted his full strength.

The middle-aged man who wanted to understand all this gritted his teeth, made a decisive decision, and threw the dagger in his hand on the ground. The middle-aged man raised his hands to signal that he gave up resistance.

And Chen Yu's green steel sword barely stopped at the middle-aged man's neck.

"My lord, I have a secret to report." Looking at the middle-aged man who stopped at his neck ~www.readwn.com~ from the corner of his eyes, a trace of cold sweat leaked from his forehead, and said with a trembling tone.

"Say." A flat voice came from Chen Yu's mouth.

"My lord, by accident, I discovered that our Xuanyin sect has a secret room, and there is a passage leading directly to the back mountain of Xuanyin mountain."

"And I didn't find our Xuanyin Sect's Young Sect Master and the other most talented disciples of our Xuanyin Sect just now, so I guess it should be the Sect Master who sent them out of the back mountain."

Chen Yu smiled, "It's interesting, where is your back mountain?"

The middle-aged man smiled and gestured to the green steel sword on his neck.

Chen Yu smiled and took down the Qinggang sword.

To be honest, at this moment the middle-aged man wanted to fight to the death, but this idea was dispelled in the next moment.

The middle-aged man told Chen Yu the direction of the back mountain.

At the same time, I apologized to the door master in my heart.

Chen Yu glanced at the battle around him, and after realizing that the people from Xuanwu Division had an absolute advantage, he flew directly towards the back of Xuanyin Mountain.

After seeing Chen Yu leave, the middle-aged man who stayed there let out a long sigh of relief, and was about to lower his head to take out the antidote for the toxin on his body, but found that his head was getting lower and lower from the ground, Look, I saw a headless corpse that looked very familiar.

"Oh, it turns out that my head is falling down." This was the last thought of the middle-aged man for more than 60 years in his life, and then his eyes went dark, and he completely lost all consciousness.

The Xuanwu guard next to him, who had already dealt with his opponent, took a long breath after witnessing all this. He didn't expect his commander to be so powerful, especially the sharpness of his swordsmanship, which was even more shocking.

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