The sudden pause in Nu Jian's movement made Hong Yue feel slightly relieved.

  He retreated a few steps, adjusted his breath, and the palm of his hand holding the knife had been numbed by the sword aura.

  Rustle rustle——

  In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen chains instantly bound the Silver Thread Old Man's limbs and waist, and the Golden Eagle Captains suddenly exerted their strength, seizing this hard-won opportunity to finally restrain him on the spot.

  The elder still looked completely indifferent.

  He simply lowered his head and gazed deeply at the long sword in his hand, facing this old partner that had accompanied him for three hundred years, a thread of hatred suddenly surged up in those turbid eyes.

  The two characters "Qing Feng" on the sword seemed to be stuck in his mind like a nightmare.

  "Regret is useless, come with me into the Sword Pool."

  It was as if a throat that had been dry for ages, the voice was faint and hoarse, carrying a thick self-mockery.

  Upon hearing the name Jianchi, many of the school officers showed unusual expressions on their faces.

  This treasure land helped the Qingfeng Mountain to give birth to many masters of condensed dan, continuing for thousands of years of prosperity, and became a well-known large faction in Qingzhou. Even they have heard of it.

  Hong Lei seemed to have guessed something, his gaze slightly complex as he looked over, the other party had colluded with demons and was about to exhaust their vitality, almost causing him and his group to suffer a disastrous loss. Originally, there was no need to say more to a dead person.

  "But still couldn't help but say: 'The Demon Suppression Division is indeed bitter, life hangs by a thread every day, at least this cultivation...' "

  The conversation came to an abrupt halt.

  The elder suddenly thrust his sword into the ground and then raised his palm, resolutely slapping it down, gathering all his powerful aura in the center of his palm.

  Crack!

  A five-foot long sword was snapped in two from the middle.

  Sparse silver threads fluttered, that old face withered to the extreme, turbid eyes covered by white scales, apparently without vitality.

  Below the mountain cliff, a group of disciples holding torches hastily wanting to escape, gradually stopped in their tracks, with miserable faces.

  The elder said that when he and the demon fought with the Town Demon Officer, remember to run faster... But they had just walked down the mountain from a small path, and saw the old man's self-destructive scene.

  They gazed far into the distance at the halo suspended in mid-air, the enchanting crimson color making one's heart and soul restless.

  The old man is using this method to remind himself and others to stop in their tracks.

  That youth in the black shirt, who was fighting fiercely against the demon, could still suppress the elder from a distance and had enough energy left to summon another storm of rain to destroy himself and others.

  At this moment, wailing sounds echoed through the ravine!

  A figure emerged from the eerie flames, sending chills down one's spine.

  It's better to say that it's a skeleton with a few pieces of flesh hanging on it than to say that the wound is so deep that you can see the bone.

  The turtle-dragon's treasure shell was almost gone, its flat head was missing half, as if it had been burned away by flames, and in its eyes only a long shadow remained.

  "Kill me!!!!!!"

  It ran quickly with its hands and feet together.

  Just a little closer and you can tightly entwine the opponent's body, transforming the raging flames of anger into a powerful force, completely flipping and tearing them apart.

  Shen Yi breathed steadily, gazing at the incoming turtle-dragon, his feet suddenly straddling.

  Fists clenched, tattered sleeve cuffs fluttering.

  One punch bursts out! Directly pointing at the meridians emerging on the body of the Dragon King!

  Bang! The demon's footsteps stumbled, and the place where it was hit instantly lost consciousness! Bang bang bang! Fists like a stormy rain, smashing the turtle dragon to retreat continuously, until with a "puchi" sound, five fingers pierced its abdomen.

  When it was pulled out again, the fingertips were pinching a blood-soaked elixir.

  The demon's body crashed to the ground, until it stopped breathing, and the remaining blood and demonic flames on its body continued to lick its skeleton, making a sizzling sound.

  "Slain Jade Liquid Boundary is complete, the Dragon's life expectancy is 1820 years, remaining life expectancy of 763 years, all absorbed completely."

  It's been a long time since Shen Yi saw such a prompt after eradicating the River Monster, and he felt slightly nostalgic.

  He involuntarily looked down at his arm, and several gashes revealed white bone underneath.

  The demon didn't always charge forward recklessly, the hidden tail of his opponent, even a martial artist of the same realm, would lose their life on the spot if they weren't careful.

  Luckily, there's the Tianxia Blood Slaughter, this kind of great killing move. Compared to when I was in the initial stage, now that I've used this move, its lethality has increased by more than tenfold... but the limit of Jade Liquid Realm martial arts is also here.

  Shen Yi's desire for new martial arts has increased a bit more. When she returns this time, she must carefully select one.

  After thinking for a moment, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the group of school officers walking towards him.

  "Shen brothers...... really shocked me."

  Hong Lei's expression was complex, he tried his best to search for words of praise in his stomach, but in the end, he couldn't help but reveal a look of shock at the bottom of his eyes.

  What's there to brag about?

  Even if Lin Baiwei came over in person, it would be no more than this extent.

  That girl was the direct descendant of General Tong, and she was undoubtedly the number one among the young generation in Qingzhou. However, in Hong Lei's eyes, this position had a somewhat undeserved feeling.

  Because up until now, Shen Yi's complexion still hasn't shown a trend of exhaustion...

  Killing a thousand-year-old great demon and shaking the angry sword elder with just one hand, either of these two things alone is extremely terrifying, let alone happening at the same time.

  "I have some medicine here, you use it first."

  Hong Lei's face was strange, originally thought it was a dead end, but unexpectedly the only one who got hurt was actually the strongest opponent.

  As soon as he finished speaking, a loud splash was heard from behind him.

  A group of golden armor generals knelt down with one knee, clasped their fists over their heads, and remained silent for a moment before standing up in unison.

  Those who enter the inner chambers, their family names are all known in Qingzhou.

  Compared with ordinary foreign envoys, he was more arrogant, but this time, under Zhao Kanglin's leadership, his face was almost completely lost.

  Hong Lei let out a bitter laugh: "This group of bastards, they're really disgusting... I'm grateful to you, but I won't hide it."

  "We're all colleagues, don't take it to heart."

  Shen Yi took over the ointment and applied it to her wound, but didn't pay too much attention to it.

  The habits of the young masters of Qingzhou can be glimpsed from Li Muzhen's body. When something is really thanked, it is not stingy, but the family style in the heart is difficult to change. The things brought out are also stained with the flavor of the family, and if you're not careful, you'll get entangled.

  "Old Hong is a rough man, just call him if you need anything in the future."

  Hong Lei nodded and cast his gaze towards the distant Qingfeng Mountain disciples, leading the crowd over.

  The young disciples bowed their heads, their faces expressionless.

  "Hurry back, I'm still treating you."

  Hong Lei waved his hand impatiently, this matter was really speechless.

  More than a dozen Golden Eagle Guards died, but it was Zhao Kanglin who disobeyed orders and forced his way into Guanjian Gorge, causing their deaths.

  Then Zhao Kanglin died.

  Still died from being harmed by evil demons.

  The Nü Jian elder responsible for this directly exhausted his vitality... This guilt can only be placed on the Qing Feng Mountain.

  "Save me, adults..."

  Some timid people were so frightened that they fell to the ground, hugging Hong E's legs and refusing to let go.

  "The refined blood is what you've poured into the sword pool yourself, and the sword is also what you've nurtured. You haven't missed out on any benefits, now let me save you." Hong Yue gritted his teeth, pulling him up, his voice suddenly lowering a bit.

  "General Chen won't let you leave, he must have his reasons. I've worked under him before, he doesn't care about your lives, would he still care about mine?"

  "Go back quickly, don't make it hard for me."

  He patted the young man's back, his eyebrows furrowed.

  ……