There were no bushes to hide in, only trees.
Su Yun found a tall tree and took a few strides up. Stepping on the branches, he used the dense foliage as cover and carefully approached.
Soon, the scene of the explosion was reflected in his line of sight.
There was a small forest, but the trees in the forest were completely flattened. Two groups of people stood on the flat ground. Each of them pulled out their swords. Their eyes were vigilant and fiercely staring at each other.
There were a few corpses on the ground. Other than the trees that were cut down, there were not many traces of fighting. It seemed that they had not started fighting yet. But looking at the situation, he was afraid that it would soon erupt.
Wait!
Su Yun's eyes suddenly congealed, and stared at the two figures in the crowd.
Su Xin Yue and Su Xing Yang?
Su Xin Yue was wearing a simple blademaster outfit. In her hand was the white embroidered sword given by Su Shi Long. There was a knife wound on her right shoulder. The blood had not stopped flowing. Her wheat colored face was as pale as paper.
Su Xing Yang's attire was also very simple. In his hand was a huge hammer that was very attractive. He had eaten a lot of injuries. His lower abdomen was bleeding. There were also several wounds in other places. It seemed that he had experienced several battles.
Leading Su Xing Yang and Su Xin Yue was a handsome man. The man was tall. His face was like a knife. He was very handsome. He was wearing a white robe. He did not have a sword. It was still on his waist. His expression was calm and very calm.
Beside him, stood a young man with long hair. He looked very similar to this man.
"This person's Qi is reserved. Every movement he makes has an unfathomable aura. I'm afraid he is a Spirit Intermediate Disciple. But hanging on his waist is obviously an outer sect disciple badge. Who is this person?"
Su Yun whispered. He looked at the group of people opposite him.
He did not expect that the people opposite him were also acquaintances.
Su Nan Ye!
He had changed into a black armor. In his hand was a wide and heavy sword. His eyes were filled with a strong desire to fight.
However, he was not the strongest existence. The strongest person was the brown-robed man with a buzz cut in front of him.
The man's hands were behind his back. He looked confident and disdainfully looked at the crowd. It was as if this group of people did not even enter his eyes.
He also had the qualifications to be arrogant. Because, he was an inner sect disciple.
He was at least a first stage Spirit Intermediate Disciple.
"I'll only say it one last time. Hand over all the 'Blood Jade Crystals' on you, or else … You'll end up like the trees around you!"
The brown-robed man snorted.
"What if I don't?"
The handsome man at the front said calmly.
"Not handing it over?"
The brown-robed man's eyes were filled with a fierce flame. Without saying a word, he made his move.
"Then die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the brown-robed man released a powerful aura that covered his palms. His palms turned into claws, and like an eagle pouncing on its prey, he charged towards the handsome man.
His first move was a fatal one!
Don't look at the difference between a tenth stage Spirit Novice Disciple and a first stage Spirit Intermediate Disciple. The difference in strength could be described as heaven and earth.
An inner sect disciple was at least a first stage Spirit Intermediate Disciple, how could the others be his opponent? Currently, the only one who could rival it was the handsome man standing at the very front.
The brown-robed man rushed over, and the man didn't hesitate. He took a step forward, and with a flick of his left hand, he drew his sword and thrust it forward. His aura was like a torrential river, dispersing into the surroundings.
It was actually a Left Pianzi.
This man's every move was much more powerful and steady than the others.
When the two of them fought, how could the others just stand by and watch? Immediately, the two sides moved, and the conflict broke out.
The fierce battle began, and everyone rushed to kill each other. The whole scene was chaotic.
Everyone's spirit aura was like dozens of rivers converging together. It was extremely chaotic. Several tenth stage Spirit Novice Disciple cultivators had profound skills, and their moves were gorgeous. The spirit aura was explosive and terrifying. The whole battlefield was infinitely enlarged.
"Brat, it's time for us to settle our debt!"
Su Nan Ye coldly stared at Xing Yang. The thick sword in his hand danced along with his movements, and chopped towards Xing Yang's head.
The sword's edge was wide, and no one dared to approach.
Xing Yang clenched his teeth. His eyebrows were incomparably heavy. The sledgehammer in his hand struggled to block the big sword.
But at this moment, the Profound Spirit Qi on the blade poured down like a waterfall.
Xing Yang's whole body trembled violently.
"Brother!!"
Seeing this, Su Xin Yue's heart burned with anxiety. She dashed towards Su Nan Ye, intending to rescue Su Xing Yang.
But both of them were injured, and Su Nan Ye was at his peak condition. Even if Xin Yue attacked him, he would not be afraid.
"Let me show you my profound skill, 'Heaven Splitting Sword Technique'!"
Su Nanye shouted. Suddenly, his thick and broad sword suddenly split into a sword shadow and rapidly chopped towards Su Xin Yue.
When had Xin Yue ever seen such a strange sword technique? Her heart was shocked, and she quickly turned to the side.
Su Nan Ye, seeing that Xin Yue was forced to retreat, immediately stopped his attack and concentrated on Xing Yang.
Su Nan Ye only saw him chop, press, release, and shake.
Although the thick sword collided with the sledgehammer, it was as if several different forces began to move along the sledgehammer and hit Xing Yang's body.
Puchi!
Xing Yang's trembling body suddenly stagnated. Then, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The power that was resisting the thick sword also dissipated like a receding tide.
"Great!"
Su Nan Ye's eyes flashed a trace of light. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards Xing Yang's lower abdomen.
Bang!
Xing Yang was caught off guard. The kick landed on his body, and he was kicked back again and again. All of his defensive postures collapsed.
Su Nan Ye immediately jumped up, lifted the heavy sword with one hand, and fiercely chopped towards Xing Yang's head, "Die!"
The momentum of this sword was ferocious, like a torrential flood.
Xin Yue's small face was pale, and her whole body was stupefied.
At this moment, no matter who it was, they would be thirsting for power, thirsting for supreme strength.
Whoosh!
At this critical moment, a flying sword suddenly flew from the side. It scraped against the wind, broke through the airflow, and emitted a 'jiu jiu' sound as it pierced towards Su Nan Ye.
Something strange happened!
Su Nan Ye's eyes flashed a trace of horror. He hastily stopped his attack and raised his sword horizontally in front of him. The flying sword collided with him, and a large amount of spirit qi rippled out. Then, he turned around and flew into the air.
His attack was interrupted.
Su Nan Ye landed on the ground, but he did not dare to attack Xing Yang again. He looked around, glanced at the people around him, and shouted, "Who is it!"
However, everyone around him was desperately fighting, so who would pay attention to him?
At this time, Xin Yue rushed over, and with an embroidered sword, she went straight for Su Nan Ye's heart.
Su Nan Ye pulled out his sword to block.
He only heard Xin Yue shout to Xing Yang, "Brother, you have to go!"
"No … .Brother Qian and the others are still here, how can I escape alone?" Xing Yang struggled to stand up, and his voice was weak.
"Fool, you have been injured in the previous few battles, how can you compete with Su Nan Ye, who is a peak tenth stage spirit novice disciple? Go! Go!! I will block him for you! "
Xin Yue's eyes were overflowing with tears.
But just as she finished speaking, her shoulder was hit by a sword, and then a kick. Her whole body fell to the ground, and she spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
"Sister!"
Xing Yang's eyes suddenly turned red.
In the middle of a fight, how could he be distracted? Not to mention, Su Nan Ye was considered as one of the top martial artists in the outer sect. Xin Yue's strength was not as good as his, so if she was distracted, she would be defeated even faster.
"Oh, I heard that you have a good relationship with Su Yun. I underestimated him and lost to him, but this does not mean that I am weaker than him. I will definitely settle this account with him! Wait for me to kill you first, then I will kill him! "
Su Nan Ye sneered, and his eyes overflowed with undeniable joy.
He took a few steps forward, and with his big sword, he gathered his Profound Spirit Qi. Like a roaring tiger, he was about to cut down Xing Yang and his sister.
At this time!
Whoosh!
The flying sword that had been blocked in the air once again flew towards Su Nanye. This time, the spirit medium quickly stabbed towards Su Nanye.
"Who is this magical weapon? Humph, it's just a small trick! "
Su Nan Ye obviously did not care, and then waved his hand, trying to block the strange flying sword.
But the moment the big sword was about to cut, the strange flying sword suddenly moved to the side, and nimbly avoided the big sword's blade.
"What?"
Su Nan Ye's heart suddenly contracted, and before he could react, the flying sword suddenly pierced through his chest.
He hastily retreated and was about to make his move when the Flying Sword suddenly covered Su Nan Ye's body with a layer of rock. This rock was like an armor, and in less than a breath's time, it covered Su Nan Ye's entire body, turning him into a statue.
When the surrounding people saw this, they were all horrified.
What kind of mystical technique was this?
Qian Ge and the brown robed inner sect disciple also saw this scene, and their hearts were shocked. They wanted to quickly escape from the battle, but this was a life and death battle, and they could not afford to be distracted.
Hua la.
At this time, a dark figure quickly rushed over, stepping on the branches and directly leaping towards them.
This figure was extremely agile, and it seemed that it had already locked onto Su Nan Ye, and was only waiting for the right time to suddenly attack.
The surrounding people did not have time to react, and the figure fell to the ground, avoiding all the swords around it, and moved towards Su Nan Ye.
"Not good!"
The brown robed inner sect disciple's face slightly changed, and urgently shouted, "Protect Nan Ye!"
Several outer sect disciples, who were following Su Nan Ye, saw this and immediately dashed over.
But it was too late.
They only saw the figure fall in front of Su Nan Ye, who was imprisoned into a statue, with one hand grabbing the hilt of the flying sword that had pierced through his chest, and then suddenly lifted it up, and from the chest as the starting point, it cut towards Su Nan Ye's forehead, splitting his entire upper body into two halves.
Kacha.
The stone shattered.
Su Nan Ye's body was still motionless, and he still maintained the same expression and movement before he was petrified, as if he was frozen.
Hiss!!!!
At this time, blood crazily spurted out.
A horrifying slit extended from the sword wound on his chest, and extended all the way to the top of his head.
His brain was cut open, and he could not be more dead. His brain was also flowing out from the slit, and the scene was incomparably horrifying!
The black figure grasped the flying sword, and quickly cut off Su Nan Ye's right hand, and then quickly grabbed the hand, and quickly fled.
"Hateful!"
The brown robed man was furious, and wanted to chase, but Qian Ge did not give him the slightest opportunity, and still desperately blocked his way.
With Su Nan Ye dead, the pressure on Qian Ge's side was reduced, and the situation began to tilt …
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