Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
The seven Devil Bone Giants were like meteorites as they fiercely crashed into each other. The Qi wall that was releasing billions of Qi arrows was like broken glass, shattering into countless fragments and disappearing.
The Qi arrow disappeared without a trace.
The attack of this small mountain scared the disciples of the Suicide Valley out of their wits. All of their faces were pale. Facing such a magnificent puppet, almost no one had the courage to fight them.
Su Yun rushed in, holding the death sword in one hand and the Imperial Equipment Flag in the other. The Qi Cover wrapped around his body as he crashed into the center of the crowd. Immediately after, the Imperial Equipment was withdrawn, and the death sword's blade was immediately exposed as he fiercely waved it at the surrounding crowd.
Beautiful flowers of blood splashed out from the crowd, and a large amount of flesh and limbs flew out. One by one, the disciples of the Suicide Valley fell under the pitch-black longsword. No one was able to withstand Su Yun's sword at this moment.
"This guy's cultivation is clearly not high, so why is he so strong?"
The Spirit Cultivator who had released the Qi arrows stared at Su Yun, gritted his teeth, and then retreated.
This person was Poison Fist Qiao Gong.
This was already the last barrier of the Suicide Valley. If they could not stop Su Yun here, then there would be no traps or arrays that could stop Su Yun's footsteps. Once the door was broken, the Suicide Valley could be seen clearly.
"Hold on, hold on! We can't let this guy enter our Suicide Valley!"
Poison Fist Qiao Gong roared.
As he spoke, he did not stay idle. He brandished his fists, which were filled with green gas as he activated the Poison Fist Technique. His gaze was fixed on the surrounding Suicide Valley disciples. Once he discovered that someone wanted to escape, Qiao Gong would punch them without hesitation, ending the lives of those disciples who were preparing to escape.
Qiao Gong's methods were extremely ruthless. Anyone who was hit by his fist would immediately turn into a pool of blood and die without any chance of survival. As the second disciple of the Suicide Witch, Qiao Gong's cultivation and strength were unquestionable.
Seeing Qiao Gong supervising the battle, how could the disciples of the Suicide Valley dare to run? He could only desperately attack Su Yun.
Although Su Yun had obtained the power of the death sword, and his demonic nature had opened up, causing his strength to increase explosively, his consciousness was not completely controlled. From the beginning to the end, he had retained a trace of consciousness, maintaining himself.
Facing the countless attacks from all directions, he pushed his speed to the limit. He could only see Su Yun shuttling through the crowd like a ghost. Every time he attacked, it would always pierce through his body and smash into the disciples of the Suicide Valley. When the disciples of the Suicide Valley surrounded him, the Seventh Tier Imperial Equipment would immediately block the damage for him.
Nimble and free, crafty and ingenious, these words could completely describe the current Su Yun.
Facing these vicious people from the Suicide Valley, Su Yun did not show the slightest bit of mercy. The death sword crazily cut at their necks.
All these years, it was unknown how many Spirit Cultivator had died tragically in this Suicide Valley.
Over the years, countless people in the Bei Yang had been destroyed by the Suicide Valley.
Now, it was time to settle the score.
The seven giants helped Su Yun, and the fourteen huge iron fists were like huge shovels, completely smashing the entire place. The huge rocks on the mountain were directly crushed into powder, and the ground was blasted apart. There was almost no place that was intact, and the place that was smashed by the fists was filled with flesh and blood. It was extremely terrifying.
Blood spurted out, accompanied by the screams of injuries, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of spells exploding.
At this moment, this place was like purgatory, causing one's scalp to go numb and one's hair to stand on end.
Seeing Su Yun crazily slashing through the crowd and seeing the disciples of the Suicide Valley fall one by one, Qiao Gong was anxious, angry, angry, and afraid. He could not leave, nor could he stay. After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth, gathered the poison gas in his fists, and rushed towards Su Yun.
"Su Yun!"
Qiao Gong roared and punched.
Feeling an extremely violent and complicated power coming towards him, Su Yun's brows twitched. He turned his head and saw a dark green fist smashing towards his face.
With a turn of his feet, he instantly appeared several meters away, dodging the fist.
Qiao Gong missed and was a little flustered and exasperated. However, there was also a hint of joy in his anger: Su Yun dodged it? Could it be that he is afraid of my fist?
Thinking of this, Qiao Gong took a deep breath, roared, and rushed towards Su Yun again.
His fist was very fast, very fierce, and it was unknown how much strength he had. However, one could tell that the poison in his fist was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Although Qiao Gong was not a clever person, in terms of cultivation talent, he was definitely not a mediocre person in the Suicide Valley.
However, the current Su Yun was definitely not someone he could challenge.
Facing the relentless and aggressive fist, Su Yun snorted and suddenly raised his fist. His expression froze, and he fiercely punched towards the incoming fist.
"What?"
Qiao Gong was instantly shocked.
Not to mention him, even the disciples of the Suicide Valley were shocked.
"You actually dare to use your body to touch my fist! You … You … How dare you! " Qiao Gong said in surprise, but very quickly, he calmed down and said with a cold expression, "Since that's the case, I'll let you know the power of my Poison Fist Qiao Gong, lest you think that I'm someone with an undeserved reputation!"
Qiao Gong bellowed as he gathered all the profound energy in his entire body into his right fist, using all of his strength to punch out.
It was as if he planned to use this punch to determine the victor between him and Su Yun.
However …
Su Yun's body swayed, and then he suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, there was a 'bang' sound, and Qiao Gong's entire body flew out, and fiercely smashed into a piece of rock behind him, and fell inside, his entire body was in a daze, and his face was covered in blood.
This punch actually landed on Qiao Gong's face!
Everyone was stunned.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end, Su Yun had no intention of fighting Qiao Gong head on. Instead, he used his own advantage and pretended to fight Qiao Gong head on. Then, he relied on his speed to suddenly counterattack and directly slap Qiao Gong's face, catching him off guard.
Although Qiao Gong was not weak, his intelligence was weak. Under certain circumstances, intelligence could also be considered a type of strength. Sometimes, the victory or defeat of a battle mostly came from the suppression of intelligence.
Su Yun suddenly retracted his hand, pulled out the death sword, and fiercely slashed at Qiao Gong, who had yet to stand up.
A large number of sword images turned into a huge mouth of a ferocious beast, directly swallowing Qiao Gong. Before Qiao Gong could stand up, his body was motionless. The sword images pierced through his body and disappeared.
Su Yun took a few steps back, holding the death sword, he turned around and stared at the disciples of the Suicide Valley behind him.
Behind him, Qiao Gong's body began to gradually collapse like a withering flower. The flesh on his body fell piece by piece, and in the end, he turned into a pile of dead flesh and died completely.
"Senior brother Qiao Gong is dead!"
Everyone was stunned as they stared at Qiao Gong's broken corpse in fear.
"Qiao Gong is dead! Qiao Gong is dead! "
"Even Qiao Gong is not his match, how can we be his match?"
"Run!"
"Run!"
The remaining people from the Suicide Valley no longer had the courage to fight with Su Yun. If not for Qiao Gong forcing them with his iron-blooded methods, they would have escaped long ago. Why would they fight to the death with Su Yun? After all, in the Suicide Valley, Su Yun was rumored to be an existence that could contend against the Suicide Witch! How could they possibly fight against such an existence? And now that Qiao Gong was dead, what were they still holding on for?
The remaining disciples of the Suicide Valley scattered in chaos, all of them only caring about running for their lives. After Su Yun killed a few people, he no longer paid attention to them. Riding on the seven Devil Bone Giants, he smashed the gates of the Suicide Valley and continued to head inside.
Only then did Hei Yu, Cang Yan, and the others arrive. All of them were shocked when they saw the damaged entrance and the ground covered in blood and dismembered corpses. They stood there blankly, unable to return to their senses for a very long time.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
… ….
The ground trembled slightly, as if telling the entire Suicide Valley that an enemy had invaded.
"They came so fast!"
Under the ancient tree, the Suicide Witch opened her eyes and looked into the distance as she said in a deep voice.
"According to the scouts, there aren't many people here, only that strange eighth grade of Spirit Master cultivator!"
The man in the brown cloak beside him said slightly.
"Where are the other Chamber of Commerce people?"
"They're still fighting each other in the valley. However, Hei Yu saw through it and brought another group of people to support this eighth grade of Spirit Master cultivator. The strength of the Black Fish Chamber of Commerce cannot be underestimated, it's not easy to deal with them, don't let your guard down! "
The brown-cloaked man said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, this is the Suicide Valley, my territory. How can I not deal with these ants?"
The Suicide Witch stood up and snorted with a serious face.
"I'll send my Six Slaughter Guards to help you."
The brown-cloaked man waved his hand, and the six Spirit Cultivators dressed in red with white edges walked over. These people all wore pale white masks, leaving only a pair of deep eyes, looking mysterious and unfathomable.
Hearing that, the Suicide Witch glanced at these people, and then laughed hoarsely: "Thank you for your good intentions, Guild Leader, but there's no need. Compared to experts like you, this old woman trusts my disciple more. This Six Slaughter Guards, it's better to stay and protect the Guild Leader. "
With that, she turned her head and said to the young girl standing there: "Yan Shan!"
"Yes!" Bai Yan Shan stood up.
"Follow me, we'll kill the enemy!"
"Alright!"
Bai Yan Shan nodded her head, her strange eyes flashed with an unfathomable luster, and then walked towards the Suicide Witch.
Hearing that, the brown-cloaked man did not feel angry, but nodded slightly and said: "Then I'll wait here for your good news, Old Witch."
"Just you wait and see."
The Suicide Witch laughed hoarsely, and then with a tap of her feet, she flew out.
Bai Yan Shan held her dark green sword tightly and followed closely behind.
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