On the remote mountain road, the dirty beggar blocked the three disciples of Yunlan Palace. They were not someone else, but Qiuyu from Songyun. They just wore a human skin mask on their face and completely turned into another person. They looked like an ugly middle-aged man.

Zhao Ran and the others did not recognize who the other party was, but they guessed that the beggar was deliberately looking for trouble. They couldn't help but be angry. After all, Fengming Valley is one of the seven famous sects in Yan State, and they are top disciples affiliated to Yunlan Palace, so how could they let the beggars be rampant?

The guy named Jiang Weilin's eyes flashed with fierce lights, and he walked over with great strides, cursing in anger: "You are so stinky beggars, hurry up and get out of here." Regardless of whether the other party has cultivation, he kicked him directly, and used his spiritual energy, with fierce power.

If Qiu Yu was just an ordinary beggar, if he hit this kick, he would have to break his bones. A sharp gaze flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and took action, exerting all his strength. Before Jiang Weilin could hit the kick, his right palm had already hit the opponent's calves heavily, making a sound of blond.

As time goes by, the two people's cultivation levels are different. Jiang Weilin used to be higher than Qiu Yu, but now he is not as good as he is. Even if he is prepared, he cannot avoid this palm. His leg bone was broken and he let out a painful howl, and his body staggers back.

The scene in front of him surprised the other two Yunlan Palace disciples. What's going on? The beggar is actually a rare master, and it seems that he is specifically targeting them.

In an instant, both of them showed their cold weapons, their faces became more and more ferocious. Zhao Ran roared wildly: "Damn it, I will destroy you, Qiufeng Luoye Sword!"

With the roar, Zhao Ran's body flew up, and the sharpness of the sword roared away. The air was filled with energy fluctuations, which clearly had the intention of killing and was extremely powerful.

"Deadly Butterfly Hook!" This life roar was made for Hu Haolin. He was holding a double hook with a strange style. When he waved it, the silver light surged like a fan, and the murderous aura appeared.

As fellow disciples, the two often practice and even counterattack together. They cooperated very well and felt seamless, and they had the most fierce blow to the beggar.

In order to hide his identity, Qiu Yu did not show off his unique weapon, Ice and Fire Cloud Sword. As his wrist turned, a dark Zen stick appeared in his hand. It was the Luo Shenshou from Tianfo Temple. He was dancing, and the dark light filled the sky like dark clouds, resisting the oncoming powerful offensive.

“Don’t miss…”

The forces in the air collided with each other and made a sound, and the broken sharp edge dissipated towards the surroundings. The three figures shuttled back and forth and fought wildly, fighting fiercely.

Another guy, Jiang Weilin, sat on the grass, grinned in pain, and cursed hatefully: "Kill this bastard... and let him be crushed to pieces."

The two Yunlan Palace disciples were not as strong as Qiu Yu, but their joint attack was quite impressive. After a moment, they had already gained the upper hand, causing the other party to retreat continuously.

The sharp edge flew around, and the situation was critical, which made Qiu Yu frown. He felt that the two guys were really hard to deal with. Of course, if he used magic weapons, he should be able to win, but if he did that, he might have a life. After all, he was trying to do something in this trip, and he didn't want to kill three people.

The situation was beneficial to the two Yunlan Palace disciples and made them feel more confident. Zhao Ran yelled, "The wind and clouds surging the soul slash!"

This is the rhythm of the ultimate move, with strong wind sweeping out, mixed with illusions like clouds, and murderous auras appearing in the white balls, all of which are sharp silver objects, making people shudder.

At the same time, Hu Haolin roared: "Sunset Tribulation!" The silver hook flashed with dazzling light, crossing left and right to form a cross-slash roar, with the momentum of destroying everything.

Obviously, the two Yunlan Palace disciples were going to destroy each other in one fell swoop. At this point, Qiu Yu completely let go. If he didn't use his ultimate move, I'm afraid I would be reimbursed, regardless of the consequences.

A solemn look flashed in his eyes, and a roar like a deafening roar came out. The Luo Shenshou waved away. Qiu Yu made the second one of the three extinction styles, and the sharpness rushed out like blue sea water, mixed with many huge rocks, making the sky suddenly become gloomy.

"Boom boom boom..."

The explosion was deafening, the energy fluctuations spread rapidly, and all three figures retreated, and the expression in their eyes was filled with shock. There was no doubt that no one had any advantage. They all felt that the qi and blood in their bodies were surging, and they almost vomited blood.

As a last resort, Qiu Yu decided to use the spiritual treasure. The Luo Shenshou Scepter disappeared. The python arch of the Trans-Tianyun Python appeared in his hand and pulled it down casually. The giant sharp arrow appeared in the air, more than ten feet long, and was extremely fiercely running towards Hu Haolin.

Qiu Yu didn't expect this bow to work, just force the other party to retreat temporarily, otherwise it would be really difficult to attack at the same time. After sending out the bow and arrow, he headed straight to Zhao Ran, and had already changed his weapon, but a green dragon crutch hit the enemy hard, and secretly ordered the black dragon in his body to help. He didn't want to waste time anymore, so as not to have too many dreams.

The mysterious force surged into the crutch, and Qiu Yu's own force emitted a long blue edge. It was obviously a dragon-shaped pattern but was relatively abstract, and the energy attached to it was enough to make people terrify.

That’s right, this is the black dragon’s exertion!

On the other side, when the top spiritual treasure was rushing towards him, Hu Haolin was shocked and waved his double hooks to block it with all his might. Then a loud bang sound came. He was shocked and retreated far away. He felt that his arms were numb and almost flew away from his hands, and he had no time to care about his companions.

Seeing the beggar's attack suddenly become stronger, Zhao Ran was even more shocked, but he had no other choice but to bite the bullet and resist. The sword light was like a huge crescent moon, and it had already reached its limit.

"boom!"

When the explosion sounded, Zhao Ran was shocked and flew out. He opened his mouth and spit out blood. The sword also took off his hand, and it was obviously very injured.

At this moment, although Qiu Yu's image was unbearable, he had a god-like aura. After defeating Zhao Ran, he rushed towards Hu Haolin and shouted almost crazy: "It's your turn."

Seeing his companion being defeated, Hu Haolin shivered in fear, fearing that he would suffer bad luck, his face turned pale, and shouted in panic, "I won't fight you anymore," he turned around and ran, heading towards the west like a storm, which was so fast.

Qiu Yu was too lazy to chase after him. There were still two guys anyway. As he turned around, he rushed to Zhao Ran again, swung his crutch and continued to chase him, and said viciously: "Big, let's see how I deal with you."

Seeing that the junior brother had escaped first, and the beggar's attack was so fierce that it was enough to kill him. Zhao Ran was so scared that he was out of his mind, especially with no weapons in his hand, he did not dare to resist anymore. He hurriedly fell to the ground and said tremblingly: "Don't kill me..."
Chapter completed!