Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Haha, then, how about a fair duel, one-on-one!"

Chen Yu smiled coldly, "You send three people, and we send three people too. If you want to fight with more people, I believe that the people of my Xueluo Sect will not stand idly by. By then, more people may be affected, and you don't want to make things worse!"

Hearing this, Sun Haoyu and others frowned, knowing that Chen Yu was determined to deal with Yang Hong. Although they wanted to help, they had to abide by the rules, otherwise, as Chen Yu said, other corpse kings would probably take action, which might lead to a war between the two sides, which was not what they wanted to see.

"Okay! So what if it's one-on-one!"

"Humph, Yang Hong, you can't escape, accept your fate!"

Chen Yu smiled coldly, his eyes locked on Yang Hong.

Yang Hong knew that he couldn't hide, so he simply went to fight, "Okay, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you!"

Bang!

With a step, Chen Yu went straight to Yang Hong.

"Go up!"

Yang Hong stepped on his feet and rushed up, followed by Chen Yu.

At the same time, Sun Haoyu took a step forward. His opponent was a hook-nosed corpse king.

On the Xianjian Mountain side, there was another Yuanshen realm warrior named Zhang Yu, who faced another corpse king.

Bang! !

With a roar, Chen Yu and Yang Hong had already fought, their energy exploded, and their energy rolled. Both of them retreated violently at the same time, but it seemed that Yang Hong was more turbulent.

"Yang Hong, hand over the Lingquan first, and I will let you live!"

Chen Yu used Yuan Qi to transmit the sound. If he wanted to take down Yang Hong, it would definitely take some twists and turns. It would be best if he could do it without any effort. After all, he would have to fight for the transmission later.

"Dream on!"

Yang Hong responded coldly.

"Humph, you were poisoned by my corpse and seriously injured. Even if you recover a little, you are not my opponent. Since you don't know what's good for you, I will send you to see the King of Hell!"

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Yu's breath burst out, and the corpse gas filled the air. He clenched his hand, and a blood blade was in his hand. He slashed forward, and a dark red light tore through the air.

"Ice breaks!"

Yang Hong's wrist shook, and a biting cold air surged out. The air around him froze with a crackling sound. As he slashed with his sword, a sword light that seemed to be condensed from ice and snow slashed out. Wherever it passed, ice crystals condensed in the air.

Bang! !

With a shocking explosion, the energy burst, ice chips splashed, and blood swept.

Tap, tap, tap...

Yang Hong's body trembled and retreated violently. The blood in his chest surged, and he couldn't help but frown.

If he was in his prime, Chen Yu would never be his opponent, but his injuries had not recovered yet, and with the influence of the corpse poison, he couldn't even exert 70% of his strength. He really couldn't beat Chen Yu, not to mention that the opponent hadn't used the golden armor corpse yet.

Howl!

With a roar, a golden armor corpse rushed from behind Yang Hong, and its sharp claws suddenly tore at him, and the air exploded.

Yang Hong frowned, turned around and swung a sword.

Dang!

Sparks flew, the golden armor corpse was chopped off by a sword, Yang Hong's body shook, and he also retreated several steps.

"Corpse ghost kill!"

Suddenly, Chen Yu took the opportunity to attack, slashed down with a knife, and the shrill sound of ghosts and wolves howling sounded, and a dark red blade light slashed, with murderous aura.

Yang Hong was not yet stable, and he quickly burst out his breath and slashed with a sword.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Yang Hong's body trembled and retreated violently again.

Howl!

At this moment, the golden armor corpse attacked again, and its claws tore through the air.

Yang Hong chopped off the golden armor corpse with a sword, and Chen Yu took the opportunity to attack, not giving Yang Hong a chance to breathe.

Bang! Bang...

In this way, under the fierce attack of Chen Yu and the golden armor corpse, Yang Hong retreated again and again, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. It seemed that defeat was only a matter of time.

As for Sun Haoyu and Zhang Yu, they fought equally with their opponents. They wanted to withdraw to help Yang Hong, but they were entangled by their opponents.

"If this goes on, the situation will not be good."

A tall man in Xianjian Mountain frowned and seemed to want to make a move.

Although he was not familiar with Yang Hong, they were all from Xianjian Mountain. When facing the Xueluo Sect, they naturally had to unite against the outside world.

"Okay, one-on-one. If someone dares to break the rules, I don't mind stretching my muscles!"

The white-haired corpse king Ma Tao spoke coldly, and his peripheral vision intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the tall man.

The tall man frowned, but he didn't make a move after all.

Bang!

There was another roar, and Yang Hong vomited blood and flew back, his face pale.

"Yang Hong, accept your fate, you will die in my hands after all!"

Chen Yusen smiled coldly, and with the cooperation of the golden armor corpse, he launched a violent attack, determined to solve Yang Hong in one fell swoop.

And Yang Hong could only try his best to deal with it, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Wang Xing, who was watching the battle on the stairs, turned his eyes and looked down at Deng Chen and Song Yufei standing there.

"It's them!"

Wang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The next moment, he flashed and disappeared in an instant.