Qiu Lu's black sword light cannot stop the attack of the red sword light. After each impact, the black sword light became dimmer. In just one breath, the two sword lights collided thousands of times. The continuous loud sound, like a waterfall falling from a height of 3,000 feet, kept stirring in everyone's ears.
Finally, after the black sword light collided with the red sword light again, it collapsed. The black shadows with shattered sword energy were immediately washed away, and the red sword light drove straight in, rushing directly towards Qiu Lu with a distorted expression. Although his whole body was covered by a defensive artifact, Qiu Lu was still terrified and couldn't calm down. You must know that the opponent can defeat the energy of his sword light, so how strong is the opponent's attack power
Right now, he has no time to guess. Because, the red sword light pierced the black shield around his body in an instant, and with just one blow, he was sent flying like a falling meteor, flying ten thousand meters away.
The black shield on his body also suddenly dimmed, as if it was about to collapse, disintegrate, unable to condense.
"Pfft..."
When Qiu Lu stabilized his figure again, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth. Even with the defensive artifact protecting his body, he couldn't completely resist the force impact just now. The lungs and meridians were all shaken violently.
Xia Yan didn't stop because of this, when Qiu Lu was blown away, Xia Yan's body flickered, and he went after him directly. This time, Xia Yan flew directly to Qiu Lu's side, and punched Qiu Lu with a punch. At this moment, the huge golden fist was like a big mountain, pressing down hard on Qiu Lu's whole body.
Qiu Lu took a sharp breath, and two sharp lights burst out from his eyes, and the black shield surrounding his body became bright again. Enduring the severe pain from the meridians in his body, Qiu Lu had no choice but to activate the defensive artifact with all his strength to resist Xia Yan's attack. At this time, he no longer has the ability to use the power of the ninefold law to block Xia Yan.
"boom!"
This punch hit the head, and Qiu Lu's body paused slightly in the air before falling directly to the ground. A moment later, it hit the rock on the ground, and that piece of rock, with a radius of one kilometer, was instantly turned into powder. And Qiu Lu's body was directly smashed into the rock. How can these ordinary rocks withstand the attack power of billions of degrees
Immediately afterwards, Xia Yan punched down again in the air, and slammed down on the pothole that Qiu Lu fell into.
Punch!
Two punches!
Three punches!
Hundreds of punches continued to land from the sky, and directly blasted into the hole that Qiu Lu smashed out. The trembling of the entire earth extended to a hundred thousand meters away. Even one hundred thousand meters away, the tremors of the earth can be clearly sensed.
"No!"
"Am I going to die?!"
"How could I die? I am a ninth-level spirit emperor, a person who dominates one side, and I am still the leader of a tribe. No, I can't die. Sooner or later, I can step into the realm of gods. How can I die?!"
"Puff puff… "
Every time he received a punch, Qiu Lu protruded a mouthful of blood. However, Qiu Lu was still unwilling to die like this. But the continuous golden giant fists fell from the sky, so that he didn't even have a chance to fly out of the pothole. The golden fists bombarded like a storm.
Qiu Lu's breath also gradually weakened.
"snort!"
After throwing a hundred punches in a row, Xia Yan's breath sank, his spiritual power gradually withdrew, and he looked coldly at the pothole below. The dust that filled the air gradually began to fall back.
Not only Xia Yan, but everyone looked at the pothole with wide eyes at this moment. Everyone was thinking that in that pit, a ninth-level Spirit Emperor powerhouse was inside.
From Xia Yan's defeat of the Great Destruction Technique, to Xia Yan's knocking down Qiu Lu to the ground and smashing a hole. All this happens within one or two breaths. Before Guo Lin and the others had time to react, Qiu Lu was already thrown down from the sky by the golden fist like a dead dog.
It is simply unimaginable that a ninth-level spirit emperor would be knocked down to such a level by an eighth-level spirit emperor. Qiu Lu didn't even have the ability to fight back. In the stormy attack, all Qiu Lu could do was activate the defensive artifact and endure it.
"Then Qiu Lu, is he already dead?!"
"This person is so powerful that even Qiu Lu is no match for him."
"Oops, tell me, will he even kill us on a whim?!"
Some cultivators of the Tuqin tribe also began to have new ideas at this time. Just now, of course they all hoped that Xia Yan would defeat Qiu Lu. But when Xia Yan really defeated Qiu Lu, they began to worry that Xia Yan would not let them go. After all, their tribe has accumulated a lot over the years. A cultivator with such strength may not be willing to let them go. If this person really makes a move, then they can't resist at all.
"Go, if you don't go, it will be too late."
"Run, run!"
As for the cultivators of the Black Wolf Tribe, after waking up from the shock, they all trembled and ran away into the distance. If you don't leave now, when will you stay
…
"died?!"
Xia Yan could no longer sense Qiu Lu's vitality in his consciousness. There was no life in that pothole, as if there were only stones and dead objects inside. There is no life, which naturally means that Qiu Lu is dead.
Xia Yan turned his eyes, his figure swayed slightly, and fell towards the pothole, his eyes fixed, and he looked into the hole.
This hole is already hundreds of meters deep. However, the darkness in the cave did not affect Xia Yan's sight. Xia Yan saw that at the end hundreds of meters deep, a pile of rotten meat was clinging to the ground. At this time, Qiu Lu couldn't see the human form at all, and Qiu Lu, who activated the defensive artifact, was smashed into a pile of rotten meat.
At a depth of hundreds of meters, Xia Yan's spiritual power quickly spread towards the bottom of the cave. The spiritual power rolled slightly among the pile of rotten meat, and several items were lifted by Xia Yan's spiritual power, and then quickly flew up.
Two artifacts, one space ring.
"A leader of a tribe can't be very poor, right now, I lack Yuan Dan. If I want to step into the realm of the ninth-level Spirit Emperor, I must accumulate a lot of spiritual power to condense the tiny space in the meridians. Yuan Dan is the most Good accumulation." Xia Yan thought for a moment, put all these items into his ring, and then flew towards the Tuqin tribe.
"Huh?!"
Xia Yan was surprised to find that none of the cultivators of the Black Wolf Tribe ran away at this time. Hundreds of cultivators from the hyena tribe, no matter whether they were eighth-level spirit emperors, seventh-level spirit emperors, or sixth-level spirit emperors, all disappeared without a trace.
They are not stupid, they dare to stay here when they see the leader being killed. Although it was impossible to determine whether the leader was dead or not, but seeing the leader being beaten like that, even if he was not dead, he still couldn't escape. Of course, they had to choose to flee immediately.
"Think they're smart." Xia Yan's breath was slightly concentrated, and his eyes scanned all the cultivators of the Tutan tribe. Immediately, Xia Yan found Fang Muyu and Zhong Wuhua among the crowd. These two people are staring at Xia Yan at this moment, and various thoughts are turning in their hearts at this moment.
This cultivator in white was really too similar to Xia Yan, but they really couldn't believe that the person in front of them was really Xia Yan, so they didn't dare to take the initiative and just watched.
"Fang Muyu." Xia Yan said, looking at Fang Muyu with a smile.
When Fang Muyu heard the words, her whole body trembled. As soon as Xia Yan uttered these words, Fang Muyu could immediately conclude that the person in front of her was Xia Yan, that's right, it was definitely Xia Yan.
"You...you are Xia Yan." Fang Muyu said in a trembling voice, her breath was a little messy.
The practitioners of the other Tuqin tribes all showed astonishment when they saw Xia Yan talking to Fang Muyu. Even the three of Guo Lin looked at Fang Muyu in disbelief.
Fang Muyu and Zhong Wuhua came to the Tuqin Tribe thousands of years ago. At that time, Zhong Wuhua was disabled, but Guo Lin still kept both of them. Of course, even if the two of them were normal Fang Muyu, they were only in the realm of the Three-Extreme Spiritual Emperor, so they were naturally not taken seriously. In this Tutan tribe, it is also a hard life.
"Yes, hehe, you are indeed in the Tuqin Tribe. I was in the Star Dou Hall, and I finally found out the whereabouts of the two of you." Xia Yan said with a smile, looked at Zhong Wuhua again, and then frowned, "Zhong Wuhua, your meridian is broken, and you can no longer practice?!"
Zhong Wuhua's meridians are completely broken, and the spiritual power in it cannot flow and run at all. Juling point is also completely prohibited. The Juling point was originally connected to the meridians. Without spiritual power, Juling Point would naturally stop spinning.
"Xia Yan, it's really you. Just now, Fang Muyu and I were guessing whether the person who fought fiercely with Qiu Lu was you. But, how did you become so powerful in such a short period of time? Even the ninth-level Linghuang realm None of the strong men are your opponents? They were all killed by you directly." Zhong Wuhua also blushed and said very excitedly.
Since coming to the main world, Zhong Wuhua has suffered all kinds of ridicule, disasters and tribulations. Now I meet an acquaintance, a cultivator from the same sub-world, and he is so powerful, he is excited and excited, needless to say.
"Hehe, I met Lord Shuiwu, the master of the Hall of Stars, and Master Shuiwu gave me some rewards, so I can improve so fast." Xia Yan smiled and said, looking at the two of them.
"My lord."
Guo Lin and the others also came over. Guo Lin had a serious expression on his face, and he saluted Xia Yan and said.
He and Xia Yan didn't know each other at all. After Xia Yan shot down Qiu Lu just now, he was still a little worried whether Xia Yan would easily wipe out their Tutan tribe. When Xia Yan flew towards them from the battlefield, Guo Lin and the others were even more worried. When Xia Yan came close and called out Fang Muyu's name, the three of them felt a little relieved. Since this person knew Fang Muyu, he probably wouldn't attack the Tutan tribe again. That's why he hurried forward with Bao Fei and Leng Yan to salute Xia Yan.