Chu Hao glanced at him and found that there were no Du Changyi and other five people among them, so he didn't care.

The woman in blue, Wang Ting, was a little frightened. Looking at this scene, she looked fierce and said, "What do you want to do? We are disciples of Ziyouhu!"

"I know you are a disciple of Ziyouhu!" Chu Hao snorted to prevent the cultivator from quitting. He was the first to take action! Whoosh! A second-grade flying sword was shot out from the storage bag, and then a green light flashed and rushed towards Wang Ting!

Everyone did not expect Chu Hao to take action first. Lu Hu shouted: "How dare you, thief!" The innate aura overflowed, and the aura technique was mixed with a formidable power, attacking the flying sword that Chu Hao had sneaked into.

Bang!

"oops!"

Accompanied by the sound of the golden sword, Chu Hao's flying sword could not match the Qi-moving technique of the seventh-level cultivator of Qi training, and then it was knocked out. Chu Hao screamed exaggeratedly, took advantage of the opportunity to embrace the flying sword, and then flew backwards in a scream and fell heavily to the ground!

"I've killed someone, Ziyouhu's disciples have killed someone!"

He lay on the ground, struggled a few times, then shouted twice at the top of his lungs, "Kill... Kill people..."|The voice was also u, and finally he loosened his hands and fell to the ground with a bang, his head tilted and his feet stretched out, and he stopped moving.

Dead so soon?!

Everyone was incredible, especially the disciples of Ziyouhu. They looked at Chu Hao lying on the ground and looked at their senior brother, their eyes full of admiration. Only the genius senior brother could do it!

Lu Hu knew the power of his Qi-Turning Art. Unless he was a warrior in the acquired stage, he was a cultivator at the first level of the innate level, and the physical level of the latter would not be able to be killed with one blow.

After all, the Qi-moving technique is just a low-level spell!

What tricks is this guy playing?! Lu Hu was a little strange, with a serious expression and was about to speak, but he saw more and more monks coming up around him. In desperation, he could only compile the others, then raised his head and said slowly: "Fellow Taoists, this is our Ziyouhu business. Please don't interfere. After this matter is over, our Ziyouhu disciples will leave this place immediately and will never interfere with you."

After all, Lu Hu is a disciple of a big sect and a genius in the sect. Although this is to ease the atmosphere, it still has a hint of toughness in it. The innate superiority makes people feel uncomfortable.

Especially these casual cultivators, they became even more upset after listening to it.

Why should your disciples be arrogant and domineering, and despise us wandering cultivators so much!

If you say let us spread apart, if you say let us not interfere, then don’t disperse and don’t interfere? What is this? The principle of big fists? Here we have bigger fists, more!

Some old and heavy-hearted cultivators remain silent, some scheming monks remain silent, and some fencemen are even more waiting and watching. But no matter what, there are always passionate people, and there are always people who are not afraid of death and forced to make a move.

Just like the current situation-

After Lu Hu finished his words, he suddenly saw a man walking out of the crowd. He was a cultivator at the third level of Qi training, but his face was full of anger. He was not afraid of Lu Hu's stare and scolded: "This is your place? If you kill someone, you want to leave? Is it a day that we can see that our casual cultivator's cave is not in the same direction, and you can come up and kill and leave, and then say that this cave is yours from the lake?"

Lu Hu's eyes turned cold and he said, "This fellow Taoist, I don't mean this."

"What do you mean?" The man cursed and looked very young, but his body was often surrounded by black gas and his movements were stiff, which made people feel a little weird when they saw it. "You have to do something if you disagree. Are you too unwilling to take us casual cultivators seriously? I think there is no need to call Liutian ruins Liutian ruins, just call Ziyouhu Second Branch. There is no need to choose the mountain gate. Just use waste here and you can also lead the sea in and open a piece of Ziyouhu. What do you think of my proposal?"

This man spoke sarcastically, his tone was even worse than Chu Hao, and instantly caused a burst of laughter.

"Looking for death!" Lu Hu was furious and was scolded by these poor-quality guys. He could not stand Ziyouhu's reputation could not allow anyone to trample on it at will. He first glanced at Chu Hao on the ground, and then his hands were shaking. In the breath, there was a blue ripples, like a buzzing wave of water in the air, and headed towards this person.

The front part of the water pattern swept on the person, and immediately made a shocking sound, as if it was a water storage in a huge pond. Countless amazing energy was contained in the azure blue light and dissipated towards the surroundings at the same time.

Lu Hu's attack was Ziyouhu's profound technique, which drew water into a snake!

He used 80% of his power to establish his authority here!

Otherwise, how can Ziyouhu save face?

The strength of this monk who stood out was only at the third level of Qi training. No single cultivator present thought that he could resist this attack. Even the fence-headed monk was shocked by Lu Hu's strength and quietly took a few steps back.

However, something unexpected happened next!

Under Lu Hu's huge water-based magic, the monk who spoke wildly and was swept by black air did not avoid or dodge, and was hit by a bang! However, not only was he not knocked away or seriously injured, but he stood there safely. After the water lines dissipated, he even raised his throat and shouted loudly!

"Wow, the world's largest sect, Youhu, not only killed the old man, but also wanted to kill me now! Dear fellow Taoists, can you, as men and women, endure it?! These disciples of Youhu are lawless and do not have any scattered cultivators! Fortunately, this is not on the mainland, not on the mountain gate of Ziyuhu, but on the ruins of Liutian that everyone can come to. Otherwise, we will all be killed by them! - But, do we really have to swallow our anger and let others slaughter? I am so handsome that I will never agree!"

Lu Hu was shocked and angry. Seeing the black gas gathered up from the latter's body gradually swallowing the blue light of water in the air, he felt a strange aura, but he couldn't say what it was.

It's impossible, he ignored the spells that could withstand him!

Just when Lu Hu was about to attack again, a junior brother next to him spoke, "Senior brother, why use a knives to kill chickens? Wait until the junior brother teaches this person a lesson, take his body to pay tribute to me, and give my son a good reputation in the lake."

The man screamed, "Did you hear that? One can't do it. Now you are ready to come two!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the disciple Ziyouhu, saying, "With my senior brothers, how can I use my senior brothers to take action against you? Go to die!" After that, the flying sword sacrifice was in the air, one minute and three times, with a shocking blue light flashing in the sound. Then he reached out and pointed and rushed towards the monk!

This time the monk still did not dodge or dodge. Just as the flying sword approached him, he suddenly roared: "Leave a piece of courage and give me the history of the scattered cultivator! It doesn't matter if I am so handsome that I die. I fell down, and there are still thousands of scattered cultivators standing up! Ahhhhhh!" This jaw-dropping roar, hoarse and soul-stirring!

"Damn it, it's so awesome!"

“Have a personality!”

With this loud roar, the cultivators around were stunned. The three flying swords wrapped him in different directions at the same time. The blue light exploded and broke. With the banging sound, the monk was bombarded and disappeared into the entire space for no reason!

The flying sword lingered in the air, and finally joined it to one hand and flew back to the stunned disciples of Ziyouhu. These disciples of Ziyouhu saw that they disappeared from the spot, leaving only a deep pit, leaving behind a ruin of the open space. They couldn't believe that all this was true! Wang Ting and another woman in blue opened their eyes wide, full of horror.

The strange cultivator who had just endured the attack of Senior Brother Lu Hu was safe and sound, but under his own swordsmanship and sword control, he turned into nothing and did not exist at all!

The place he had just stood was empty and nothing was left behind, as if no one had ever appeared, but everyone around him proved that that person did exist!

Everyone looked at the black-robed monk who had been killed by Lu Hu before. At this moment, he was lying quietly on the ground. Ziyouhu killed two casual cultivators in a short period of time. This was really too much!

In the calm voice, a monk finally stood up and cursed: "The casual cultivator just now used his death to awaken my quiet anger. The juniors of Ziyouhu, before you were born, I started to practice the truth, but today I am so arrogant in front of me! I am trying my best to do it today, and I will return my history to my casual cultivator!"

The old man who only had the fourth level of Qi training screamed, then his robe was stimulating, and a wooden stick-like magic weapon flew out of the storage bag. The stick lingered in the air, and then rushed towards the disciple of Ziyouhu who had just attacked!

Although this stick is a second-grade magic weapon, it has a unique style. The stick shadow contains innate momentum, layered, like clouds disappearing, shaking endlessly, and speeding, making it difficult to tell which one of the real bodies is!
Chapter completed!