Although Ren Huaiyu burst out with all his strength, he could exert the power of the seventh level of the Stylistic Soul, and the power of the Chiyang Fist doubled, the light was enough to compete with the strong man on the tenth level of the Stylistic Soul from the perspective of power!

But Wei Chaoyuan is the tenth level of the soul of the stylistic spirit, and his own power alone is enough to match Ren Huaiyu, not to mention that he also used his soul skills!

Under this punch, Ren Huaiyu's fist bones almost shattered!

"Hey, can you still clench your fists?" Wei Chaoyuan showed a hint of surprise, feeling puzzled by the failure to smash Ren Huaiyu's hand with one punch. In his opinion, how could Ren Huaiyu, who was on the second level of the Stage Soul, be his enemy of one punch.

Ren Huaiyu shook his hand, took a deep breath, and then clenched his fists and raised them to his chest again.

"Wei Chaoyuan, look at the sword!" Yue Feixu rebuked lightly, and rushed out. There was a black short sword in his left hand. The sword was wrapped in black air, which made people feel a strange feeling of being snatched away after seeing it.

I guess this is the secret weapon that Guo Tongxuan passed on to her, it is indeed evil!

As soon as this sword was released, Wei Chaoyuan was also in a daze. He even forgot to dodge the sword when he stabbed it. He just stared at Yue Feixu in a daze, his eyes as stupid as an idiot.

puff!

With a sword, the black sword was extremely sharp and penetrated into Wei Chaoyuan's chest.

"Ah--" The severe pain made Wei Chaoyuan come to his senses suddenly. He waved his punch and blasted Yue Feixu.

Yue Feixu did not expect that Wei Chaoyuan had not lost his power after stabbing this sword. According to what her master said, the evil blood blade was a strange treasure. As long as he saw blood, he would constantly absorb the opponent's power and instantly disintegrate the opponent's resistance.

Bang!

She was blown away by Wei Chaoyuan, and a stream of blood was also spurted out of her mouth. After passing a curve in the air, she fell heavily to the ground and immediately fainted.

A stream of blood also spurted out from Wei Chaoyuan's chest. It was stormed out after pulling out the black short sword, but the blood soon stopped gushing, and even the wound was healing quickly, and even the scar was not left.

Ren Huaiyu's eyes tightened. Could it be that Wei Chaoyuan also has a heaven-reversing Horcrux like Wu Jinwei?

"Hahaha, you are not qualified to kill a certain family!" Wei Chaoyuan laughed loudly, "A family has obtained a drop of the essence and blood of the Iron Clan among the ancient tribes more than ten years ago. Their body is like iron, and they can heal immediately if they suffer the most serious injuries!"

"Little girl, your sword is good, some family has taken it away!" Wei Chaoyuan's eyes swept over the youthful ** of the girl Yue Feixu, and a greed flashed in his eyes, "It's a pity that he looks good. Some family has to burn the piano and cook the crane!"

Another ancient tribe!

Yu Boyuan and Zhu Qingyuan also said that if the ancient tribes disappeared and no qualifications of third-grade soul crystals or above were found, it can be seen that this so-called ancient period should be a great world with many talents!

Wei Chaoyuan could have such terrible abilities by just obtaining a drop of essence and blood from one of the ancient hundreds of tribes. How powerful were the Iron Clan members back then?

At this time, Ren Huaiyu didn't care about hiding his weakness. Wu Jinwei stumbled and rolled up the black sword that Yue Feixu had dropped. He held the sword in his right hand and turned into a fist with his left hand. He blocked Wei Chaoyuan.

"You guy, a little weird!" Wei Chaoyuan looked at Ren Huaiyu, with some confusion in his eyes. He had been wondering why Ren Huaiyu had only the second level of the Stylistic Soul but had power far exceeding the realm. Now he could even take objects from a distance, which was definitely weird!

Ren Huaiyu snorted coldly, rushed towards Wei Chaoyuan.

"Let you frogs in the well see the power of the ancient strong clan!" Wei Chaoyuan laughed wildly, and his whole body instantly turned into iron black, icy metallic luster.

bite!

Ren Huaiyu stabbed with a sword, but the black sword that was extremely sharp before failed to pierce Wei Chaoyuan's body, but made a crisp metallic impact.

"Hahaha, get out of here!" Wei Chaoyuan punched out, and his black fist hit Ren Huaiyu's chest. The sound of Kakaka's joints shattered came, and Ren Huaiyu was once again flew out.

"A certain family is a great opportunity to obtain the ancient bloodline inheritance. Fu Yun Taotian is not something you can compare with!" Wei Chaoyuan showed a hint of disdain and punched out casually. Zhang Mo, who had just climbed up and rushed out, was immediately knocked out by him again. Kakaka, I don't know how many bones were broken, and suddenly fainted from pain.

The black golden tail trembled, and a gentle force instantly surged throughout his body. Ren Huaiyu's broken bones were also healing rapidly at a terrible speed, but he was motionless, looking seriously injured and dying.

After Wei Chaoyuan took a few steps, his body also turned back into flesh and blood. After all, he only got a drop of essence and blood from the ancient Iron Clan, and it was not really the Iron Clan bloodline, so how could he keep in that state?

Now the three juniors are disabled, and he is a master of the tenth level of the Stage Soul. Do you still need to worry?

Well, there is another boy... he was trembling with fear and didn't even have any fighting spirit. He just punched him to death later.

Wei Chaoyuan forced Ren Huaiyu to force him. In his mind, Ren Huaiyu was naturally the weirdest. He vaguely felt that he could pose a threat to him and he had to be the first to kill him.

"Stop, stop—" Lin Lin suddenly shouted.

Wei Chaoyuan didn't pay attention to him. When he came to Ren Huaiyu, he raised his feet high and stepped on Ren Huaiyu's head.

At this moment, Ren Huaiyu suddenly turned over, tightened his right hand, and the black sword pierced Wei Chaoyuan's heart at an extremely fast speed!

Just as Yue Feixu didn't expect that Wei Chaoyuan would have the power to resist after being hit by a sword, Wei Chaoyuan didn't expect that Ren Huaiyu could still attack when all his ribs were blown apart after taking such a heavy punch!

He had no defense at all in this sword, and he completely failed to hit him!

"Um--" He made a muffled sound. Although he activated the special ability of the Iron Clan and his body began to rapidly iron, it was too late. This sword penetrated into his heart!

Bang!

Wei Chaoyuan blew his fist at Ren Huaiyu. Under the real iron fist, a clear hole was suddenly blasted out of Ren Huaiyu's chest, and his body flew backwards.

"Ah!" Wei Chaoyuan let out an angry roar, pulled out the black sword with his backhand, and a stream of blood spurted out, but the wound soon healed automatically and was covered with a piece of iron.

However, his face immediately changed, and he spit out a blood arrow with a wow sound, and blood continued to gush out from the corners of his mouth, like a leaking bag.

This sword is no better than before!

Yue Feixu's sword hit him did not hit the vital point, and it quickly recovered under his special physique. Now the sword pierced directly into his heart, which is definitely a fatal injury for ordinary people. It is already a miracle that he did not die immediately!

Although muscles can heal quickly, it is impossible for the heart to gush out a part of the blood in his body every time the heart pulsates!

Who is this person who is so bleeding and unable to die?

Wei Chaoyuan roared in anger. He never expected that Ren Huaiyu would be smashed by him to break his sternum but still had the power to fight back, which made him seriously injured when he was careless! With his Iron Clan's super physique, he could indeed repair himself, but such an important organ in the heart cannot heal in a short period of time!

Every time the broken heart aroused, a large amount of blood was gushing out into his body, and blood was spilling out of his seven orifices. Wei Chaoyuan walked towards Ren Huaiyu in a rush, and he wanted to beat this damn kid to death!

Ren Huaiyu was about to struggle, but Wei Chaoyuan had already pinched his neck and lifted him up. Bang, bang, bang, bang, another iron fist hit Ren Huaiyu's chest violently.

Puff, puff, puff, Ren Huaiyu squirted blood wildly. He clenched his fists with both hands and raised his spirits. The black golden tail shot towards Wei Chaoyuan's eyes with a squirt.

bite!

Wei Chaoyuan closed his eyes in time, and the black golden tail shot on his eyelids, and a spark flashed across his mind. With his cultivation level in the soul realm, even the black golden tail is invisible, but attacking him will still cause his senses.

"Die!" He roared, his right fist hit Ren Huaiyu's chest like raindrops.

"Stop—" Lin Lin shouted in the distance.

Wei Chaoyuan would not care about it. His heart was healing at a very slow speed, but he was still losing blood all the time, making his face extremely pale.

"I'll tell you to stop—hand—" Lin Lin shouted again, and the sound waves turned into waves, rolling like a tide in this confined space.

Wei Chaoyuan finally showed a hint of shock. He turned around and saw Lin Lin's eyes as red as blood, and his black hair was dancing. He was fucked, and his clothes were actually stretched open. It turned out that the thin boy had become as strong as a bear!

He was seven feet tall and his muscles were stormy all over his body, which was only slightly inferior to Cha Daxiong of Tianyuan Youzong!

Lin Lin roared angrily, bang bang bang, he rushed towards Wei Chaoyuan with his feet on the floor tiles, and he actually stepped on the solid bluestone, and a whirlwind swept over!

"What--" Wei Chaoyuan had only time to let out a scream, and saw a black look in front of him, and a huge fist blasted towards his face.

Bang!

After the heavy force rolled over, he was immediately bombarded. In addition, his internal injuries had not healed, so he could not exert any force in his hand. As soon as he loosened his fingers, Ren Huaiyu escaped.

"I'll tell you to stop!" Lin Lin's eyes were red, his face was full of anger, and he punched him again.

Bang!

The sound of metal impact came, and Wei Chaoyuan had become iron again and endured the punch with his face.

With a punch, Wei Chaoyuan's left cheek was concave, but it was strangely not protruding.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before Wei Chaoyuan could not recover, he had already taken more than a dozen punches in a row. Lin Lin turned against his cowardly appearance and burst out with an extremely crazy side.

Wei Chaoyuan's cheeks were already deeply sunk in, and his whole face became extremely strange, like a piece of metal hammered on an anvil, which was hammered and clanged.

"Are you enough?" When Lin Lin punched another punch, Wei Chaoyuan grabbed his wrist and then threw it hard. Lin Lin's huge body was immediately thrown out.
Chapter completed!