Villain: You were the one who suggested breaking off the engagement, why are you crying now?

In just a moment, endless death energy began to condense, and these invisible death energy hovered on the Burial Sky Sword.

In a moment, all the surrounding besieging aliens were enveloped.

The death energy entered the body, which shocked these eighth-grade aliens, and they quickly mobilized their energy to suppress the eroded organs in their bodies.

However, they found that all this was in vain!

Their energy had no effect on this death energy, and there was even a tendency to be assimilated!

The organs were withering, and the blood seemed to be solidified.

"What kind of energy is this, why does it destroy my organs?"

"Immortal matter doesn't work!"

"Quick, escape from the black fog, otherwise we won't be able to hold on for long!"

These aggressive eighth-grade masters were in a mess in the blink of an eye, and at this moment they just wanted to escape from the black fog.

Otherwise, it won't be long before the black fog alone can corrode them to death!

The death energy is still condensing.

This scene also attracted the attention of all low-grade cultivators and all eighth-grade cultivators.

When seeing the strange black fog gradually condense, all the strong men's eyes suddenly condensed.

Horror!

Their combat consciousness was frantically warning that if they were contaminated by the black fog, they would be seriously injured even if they did not die!

Human race camp.

Su Zhanyuan's old face had a funny expression.

He was still worried about Su Yu before, and even planned to rush up and self-destruct. Even if he died, he would save Su Yu.

But reality gave him a slap in the face.

Su Yu alone made dozens of late eighth-grade aliens lose their fighting spirit.

Even... he didn't even cut down with this knife.

"How could it be, what on earth did Yu go through, how could he practice such a terrifying martial art?" Su Zhanyuan looked at the black fog of death in front of him and couldn't help but take a breath.

He was very sure that he had been away from Su Yu for only more than half a month.

How could he fight against the eighth grade as soon as he arrived at the battlefield outside the domain?

Although he knew that Su Yu had killed an eighth-grade black Fei, he was just a physical warrior who had just entered the eighth-grade golden body.

He was completely different from the more than ten late-stage eighth-grade aliens in front of him.

Under his doubtful gaze, in front of him, Su Yu held a knife horizontally behind him, and his body slightly bent up, making a power-gathering action.

As the black fog of death gathered to a certain extent.

In an instant, the sharpness in Su Yu's eyes flashed, and the death energy lingered around the blade, slowly condensing into a black fog dragon in the air.

"Let me send you off to the funeral!"

"Burial!" A light shout sounded, Su Yu held the hand of the Heaven Burial Knife, his muscles bulged slightly, and he slashed out with one blow.

"Roar!"

At this moment, it seemed as if a dragon roar sounded in everyone's ears.

Boom!

The black mist dragon opened its bloody mouth, holding a blade of death in its mouth, tearing the air, cutting through space, and biting dozens of alien eighth-grade warriors at a speed exceeding ten times the speed of sound!

Bang!

A violent explosion sounded, and the black mist dragon exploded on the spot, penetrating into every hole, the black mist that eroded vitality, biting with terrifying knife force.

"Ah!"

"My immortal matter is fading, help!"

"My lord! Help, I don't want to die!"

"Uh ah!"

A series of shrill screams came one after another, and at the same time the black mist slowly dissipated, and everyone could see the situation inside clearly.

In their horrified eyes, the golden bodies of the eighth-grade aliens dissipated at a very fast speed, and at the same time, their vitality also dissipated.

Until the last drop of their energy was exhausted, their bodies fell apart.

Finally turned into nothingness.

From the time they were bitten by the black fog dragon to their death, only two seconds had passed!

At this moment, all the eighth-grade masters were terrified.

Killed dozens of eighth-grade late-stage golden body masters in two seconds!

Destroyed them together with the indestructible matter and spiritual power...!

"Huh..."

As the vitality of these aliens died, the black fog slowly dissipated.

Even if the black fog dissipated, there was still death in that area. In the air below, several sixth-grade martial arts aliens walked under the black fog.

Then they died without even making a sound in the horrified eyes of the people around them!

In an instant, no one dared to approach this area.

In front of Su Yu, the big-horned alien was watching all this in a daze, with fear emerging in his eyes.

Finally, when he saw Su Yu's half-smile, he suddenly shouted.

"Quick! All of you come here!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

The big-horned alien pointed in Su Yu's direction, his tone full of fear and terror, screaming and shouting.

He was looking at me, he was smiling at me!

His target was me!

Whoosh!

The voice of this descendant of the Holy Spirit of the alien race sounded, and immediately, all the alien races gave up the attack, and all rushed here to protect him behind them.At the same time, every eighth-rank warrior looked at Su Yu vigilantly.

They were tense, as if they were afraid that Su Yu would attack again.

Nearly three hundred eighth-rank aliens came here together.

They had a premonition that the blood-eating beast in front of them must be killed first, otherwise, with him around, the situation might be reversed!

Seeing this, many eighth-rank human beings also came behind Su Yu.

At this moment, regardless of their strength, they looked at Su Yu with a little more awe and respect.

In a world where martial arts are respected, the strong are always admired.

Obviously, Su Yu has completely convinced them.

Half a step to the eighth rank, killing more than ten eighth-rank late-stage aliens with one sword!

Absolute martial saint!

Su Zhanyuan saw that Su Yu's combat state disappeared, and flew to his side, with a complex and relieved look, and said: "Yu boy, you..."

He wanted to say something, but the words were on his lips and he couldn't say it.

He only knew...

At this moment, the importance of his nephew would be unmatched, even if all the eighth-grade masters present died...

He must escort him back safely!

Using the Burial Blade Technique, Su Yu felt that his originally uncontrollable blood began to stir again.

In his spine, there was a hint of immortality.

He understood that this was the generation of immortal matter, although it was still very faint... but... there was already this trend!

Even among the billions of cells in his body, there was already a faint... immortal breath!

Fighting is indeed the best shortcut to improve strength!

Su Yu felt comfortable all over, and at this moment his body was like a suppressed active volcano, in a state that could erupt at any time.

Turning his head to look at his fifth uncle, Su Yu knew what he meant.

But...

He really doesn't need it!

Su Yu smiled slightly, then turned around and said softly to the eighth-rank human race who wanted to help: "Everyone, I am enough here."

"You go to another place."

He said this very lightly, but it was full of unquestionable dominance and absolute tone.

All the human race bodies suddenly shook.

The young master of the Su family wanted to... fight two hundred and seventy-two eighth-rank people alone? !

How is it possible!

Even if the ninth-rank came, he would not dare to say such big words, right?

You know, although most of these alien races are in the early eighth-rank, there are also many in the late eighth-rank and the peak!

The eighth-rank realm has a minimum of 100,000 cards of Qi and blood, and the peak is 990,000 cards!

With the recovery ability of immortal matter and the blessing of the power of destruction, their combat power can no longer be calculated by simple Qi and blood value!

Under the siege of so many eighth-grade masters, even a martial arts grandmaster of the middle ninth-grade might die here.

Su Yu, a half-step eighth-grade master... how dare he do this!

Su Zhanyuan said anxiously: "Don't be silly, hurry back!"

He was really anxious.

However, Su Yu ignored him, and at the same time, he no longer suppressed the terrifying energy in his body that had reached the critical value.

Boom!

The momentum bloomed, and the terrifying pressure swept the entire area.

"Fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yu rushed out in an instant, heading straight for the 272 eighth-grade aliens in front!

He wanted to... fight all the eighth-grade masters alone!

Prove the eighth-grade extreme!