Chen Tzuyu's voice was as domineering as ever, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, even a little angry.
Most people would tremble with fear when they heard it, but the old man didn't. His face was completely gloomy, and he said to Chen Tzuyu: "If this is the case, then I will have to kill you first and then take the power of pure Yin!"
As soon as the voice fell, I saw Chen Tzuyu move his wrist, and a thick layer of ice formed under his eyes. He stood in mid-air, and a thick ghost suddenly burst out behind him, a majestic energy from His body was uploaded, and the old man's expression changed drastically. He drank and took two or three steps back. A trace of terror suddenly appeared in his eyes. He obviously did not expect that Chen Ziyu, who seemed to be at the end of the crossbow, still had this energy.
Chen Tzuyu raised his eyes, and the scarlet eyes gradually turned purple from the pupils, and the color became deeper and deeper.
When all his eyeballs turned purple, he suddenly smiled. When his hand was scratched in the void, the old man felt that his throat was burning like a pain, as if he was pinched on his neck.
"There are too many people who want to kill this lord! What kind of green onion are you!"
After that, the old man's pupils shrank rapidly, and his body began to tremble. His face was flushed and he was speechless. Chen Tzuyu looked at him coldly, and the strength of his hands increased by one point.
He only needs to squeeze it gently, and he can send the old man to the west.
"Chen Tzuyu!" At this critical juncture, Lu Man, who had been worrying beside him, suddenly said.
Chen Tzuyu's movements paused, he turned his head and looked at Lu Man in surprise.
Lu Man's face flushed immediately. She understood what he meant, this person's killing intent was too strong, and if he was let go this time, she would definitely not have any good fruit.
But it was a person, a living person, and she couldn't watch him die in front of her as cold-bloodedly as a ghost.
However, in the few seconds that Chen Tzuyu was stunned, a mark quickly formed on the old man's hand. His index and middle fingers were close together, his left hand was resting on his right wrist, and his right hand jerked his throat.
His face became extraordinarily ugly, and at the same time, he suddenly spewed a big mouthful of blood.
At the same time that the blood spurted out, Chen Tzuyu's face became pale again, as if he had been stimulated, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.
When the old man was free, he quickly swept back. Several people appeared behind him at the same time, reaching out a hand to support his back.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Tzuyu again with a hint of caution in his eyes: "I have to admit that you are very strong."
Chen Tzuyu frowned and did not speak.
"But, as far as I know, the old man, you just used some secret method to forcibly improve your cultivation."
"Although I don't know what secret method you use, there has never been a free lunch in the world. You have forcibly improved so many cultivation bases, I don't believe you can survive!"
As if to corroborate his words, when he finished speaking, Chen Tzuyu suddenly coughed unchecked, and his hands trembled slightly. These series of movements did not escape Lu Man’s eyes. She He hugged Chen Tzuyu's waist and asked nervously, "Is what he said is true?"
Chen Tzuyu lowered his head, his eyes swept across Lu Man's face, and he saw a trace of deep fear in her eyes.
After a while, he hooked his mouth and fell into Lu Man's arms exhaustedly, "It's true."