Du Yun's eyes were red, almost bleeding. There was a hint of madness in his eyes. He didn't even glance at the oncoming gravel, and faced He Mingyao without retreating.
The golden gravel in the sky was hotter than the last. When they approached Du Yun, Du Yun suddenly felt a burning sensation on his body. This feeling was like being roasted by fire.
After feeling it when he came to the battlefield of gods and demons, this was the first time he suffered such serious injuries in the battlefield of gods and demons.
He Mingyao was able to kill a first-level immortal when he was only half a step into immortality. His strength should not be underestimated. Du Yun resisted the blow without any precautions. You can imagine how serious the injury was.
However, Du Yun didn't even frown. The look of madness on his face was fully visible, and his eyes were terrifyingly red, like a wild beast that had lost its mind. He punched out, with a wave of
His chilling aura and indomitable belief made his punch seem to be a fistful of energy, making it unstoppable.
He Mingyao did not expect that Du Yun would not defend himself, but instead took his blow and counterattacked. He was caught off guard and was hit by Du Yun's fist.
The bodies of the two people were separated at the touch of a button. Could it be that Du Yun stepped back a hundred meters, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spilled out from the corner of Du Yun's mouth, but he didn't care and bowed his head. The ferocious look on his face made some late Dui Fan
The monk's face turned pale.
Looking at He Mingxuan again, his face was also pale without a trace of blood. He was punched by Du Yun, and a violent force surged through his body, making his blood boil and making him feel uncomfortable for no reason.
Du Yun had just stabilized his body, then he quickly rushed in front of He Mingyao with the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in his hand. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, making him look like a god of death.
"Madman!" He Mingyao cursed secretly. There were so many people on their side. Seeing Du Yun's desperate posture, he had the intention of retreating, not daring to fight, and wanted to seek help.
After all, he now has the advantage and there is no need to risk his life to fight Du Yun. But, how could Du Yun just let him go?
"Wind array!"
Du Yun laughed ferociously, and a ball was crushed by him, and instantly turned into a streak of colorful light floating at his feet. In an instant, Du Yun's speed increased sharply, and he quickly caught up with He Mingyao.
The head of Fang Tian's painted halberd flickered with cold light, carrying a wisp of strong wind across the sky. Coupled with the bloody aura emitted by Du Yun, it was extremely frightening and shocking.
He Mingyao was planning to avoid the attack temporarily, but a strong sense of danger surged into his heart, which frightened him. When he looked back, he saw Du Yun approaching with Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Cursing a madman secretly, He Mingyao had to fight with all his strength. If there was such a disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, and Du Yun was injured or even lost his life when his own side had the absolute upper hand, it would be so unworthy.
With a sneer, he pulled out a long sword and faced him.
Two voices rang out at the same time. Hesitation. All this happened so fast that many people didn't react. So at this moment, even the two strong men who had ascended to the second level of immortality frowned, not understanding the situation in the field.
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Taking a closer look, a chill suddenly appeared in everyone's heart. Du Yun was desperate. He did not dodge the sword coming from He Mingyao, and asked Fang Tian to draw the halberd in a staggered way, directly letting He Mingyao's long sword hit him.
The sword pierced his left shoulder and penetrated through. Du Yun's Fang Tian Hua Ji now penetrated He Mingyao's right arm, preventing his long sword from making any progress.
"Death!" Du Yun shouted, and all the spiritual energy absorbed by the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Sutra was converted into some immortal power and massive spiritual power by the silver veins in his Xuantian Veins. The huge power almost overflowed from the body. He Fang Tian Hua Ji
As soon as he moved, He Mingyao screamed and his right arm exploded into a cloud of blood.
However, when Du Yun wanted to end He Mingyao's life, one of the second-level immortals reacted and blocked Du Yun's Fangtian Painted Halberd with a spear out of thin air. The power that came from it was so huge that Du Yun
Yun's arms were numb, and Fang Tian almost couldn't help but throw his halberd away.
Du Yun was a little regretful that he could not kill one immediately. However, this did not allow him to sigh. The pressure on a second-level immortal warrior made his face become more solemn.
As for the injuries on his body, to be honest, he didn't feel anything. Along the way, he had suffered more serious injuries than this, so he didn't even frown at these injuries.
"Jie Jie...boy, you are indeed very strong, but that's all. In front of me, Zhuge Huai, you still have to be like an ant, letting me knead you. Now, let me deal with you!" Dengxian Er
The strong man at the top was named Zhuge Huai. He looked at Du Yun with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
Although Du Yun defeated He Mingyao, in his opinion, Du Yun also suffered serious injuries. Therefore, he did not take this strength seriously.
"Ants? Haha, you are qualified to say this? Give me half a year, killing you is not like slaughtering chickens and killing dogs? I have only been practicing for more than three years. In front of me, what qualifications do you have to say that I am
Ant?" Du Yun retorted harshly. He never liked nonsense, but now he also wanted to delay for some time.
Zhuge Huai's expression changed when he heard these words, and he immediately became gloomy. Others were shocked. They have been practicing for more than three years and have reached this point. If they say that others are ants, then who are we? At this time,
Many monks couldn't help but ask themselves.
Moreover, Du Yun is only half-stepped into becoming an immortal, and he is already able to fight and kill first-level immortal warriors. In addition, his aura of not being afraid of the monks from the five kingdoms is really amazing.
But the monk world is like this, the weak eat the strong, strength is respected, there is no right and wrong, no right and wrong, let alone fairness. In the final analysis, the big fist is the last word!
"Huh, I'm afraid you won't survive today!" Zhuge Huai sneered and didn't want to say more. Du Yun's counterattack just now made him feel humiliated, and now he wanted to kill him immediately.
Zhuge Huai flew into the sky, and his second-level immortal cultivation exploded. The overwhelming immortal power spread out, and the powerful power made some monks in the late Duifan stage feel a sense of suffocation from a distance, which was extremely frightening.
Swish, swish, swish!
Du Yun took this opportunity to stabilize his internal condition, and the wound stopped bleeding. Soon, he rushed over quickly. Passive defense was not his favorite method.
Both of them are as fast as thunder, but Zhuge Huai is slightly better. His strength as a second-level immortal is enough to overwhelm Du Yun. Therefore, everyone thinks that there is no suspense in this battle.
"Brother Zhuge takes action, we can be idle now!" Wei Song laughed, then came to He Mingyao and said.
He Mingyao's face was a little pale, and he looked in the direction of Du Yun with extremely malicious eyes. In the past, he jumped over the level to fight with others, but this time it was someone else who jumped over the level to fight with him. The funny thing is that he actually lost an arm because of it.
If He Mingyao says he doesn't hate Du Yun, that would be a lie.
"Brother Zhuge, please keep this person alive. I'm going to peel off his skin and use his blood to light a sky lantern!" He Mingyao looked at Du Yun with a cold expression, and then he didn't transmit his voice with his spiritual consciousness, but loudly
shouted to Zhuge Huai.
"Haha, good!" Zhuge Huai laughed loudly. He knew that He Mingyao wanted to weaken Du Yun's momentum, so he was happy to act with him. Of course, he knew that if Du Yun was captured alive, He Mingyao would definitely do what he said.
Made in those ways.
But is Du Yun afraid? Since his debut, the word fear has not been in Du Yun's dictionary. His expression is stern, and he does not dare to be careless against a strong man who has reached the second level of immortality.
"Possessed by the God of Thunder!"
The power absorbed by using the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sutra was so much that Du Yun now had almost no pressure to perform his combat skills. However, because he had absorbed too much power, he also felt uncomfortable inside.
This is the physique of his Xuantian Vein. If someone else had absorbed so much power, he might have exploded and died before facing the enemy! Du Yun was so arrogant because of his fearlessness.
After a while, Du Yun was surrounded by a layer of silver lightning power. When the thunder and lightning power gathered to a certain amount, it turned into a layer of thunder and lightning armor surrounding him, making Du Yun surrounded by a layer of thunder and lightning power.
He looked like a god of war.
"Open Mountain Palm!"
Zhuge Huai glanced at Du Yun disdainfully, turned his right hand into a palm, and a strong stream of immortal power spurted out, turning into a silver-white beam of light and slamming towards Du Yun.
Du Yun received a punch, but the disparity in strength between the two of them was so great that he quickly fell back. The meridians in his body were destroyed by a powerful force, causing his blood to boil and a mouthful of blood to spit out immediately.
However, Du Yun was unmoved and faced Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand again. After several rounds, he was already covered in bruises and blood and looked extremely miserable.
Du Yun's persistence up to this point is beyond everyone's expectations. He is like an undefeated god of murder. The more he fights, the braver he becomes. Even though his body is completely broken, he still charges like a wolf and a tiger. His ferocity makes people shudder.
"Looking for death!" Seeing Du Yun rushing forward again, Zhuge Huai's face was extremely ugly. He was a strong man who had ascended to the second level of immortality, but against a monk who had only half-stepped to immortality, it took him so long to kill him.
Kill. The opponent is like a weakling who cannot be killed, making him angry and helpless.
This time when he saw Du Yun rushing forward, Zhuge Huai finally showed a hint of impatience. The spear in his hand whistled sadly, and with his powerful immortal power, he stabbed directly at the oncoming Du Yun. A sharp look flashed across his face as well.
color.
Zhuge Huai's spear brought all his strength to the moment it hit Du Yun. With a pop, it penetrated Du Yun's chest. Everyone saw this scene and exhaled. This time, Du Yun