Invincible Bloodline

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"......

An extremely terrifying wave of true energy fell from the sky. In an instant, it covered the entire Chu family. In all directions, large tracts of air began to sink. Even the space was rippled. It seemed that it could not withstand the violent wave. The momentum may be shattered at any time! ! !

"Puff puff!"........

Among the hundreds and thousands of house slaves and maids with the lowest cultivation level in the Chu Mansion, they were the first to be unable to withstand the invincible pressure, and fell to the ground bleeding from their orifices, not knowing whether they were alive or dead! ! !

Then came the ordinary guards from the seventh heaven, who only lasted two breaths longer than the domestic slaves and maids, and then they all vomited blood and fell to the ground! ! !

After five breaths.

"Yang...Brother Yang, it's...my brother is sorry for you, no...you shouldn't be left in the Chu Mansion...no... ....Otherwise, you...you wouldn't..." In the independent courtyard of the collateral descendants, Chu Xiong's face was flushed, as if stained with blood, and his intermittent tones were filled with deep emotion. Feeling guilty, he kindly left Yang Fan to recuperate in the Chu Mansion. He never expected that he would do bad things with good intentions, and Yang Fan would suffer together with them. If he had known this, he would never have let Yang Fan stay. Unfortunately, everything has failed. It's too late, "Wow..."

Before the next words were finished, Chu Xiong could no longer bear the terrifying pressure. He looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His eyes turned black and he passed out.

He was full of guilt, but he didn't notice anything strange about Yang Fan. You should know that an eighth-level Dzogchen warrior like him could barely hold on for a few breaths before he couldn't hold on anymore, while Yang Fan, who had just recovered from a serious injury, had just recovered from his cultivation. A completely useless "waste", not to mention compared to a high-level warrior like him who possesses the power of a thousand cauldrons, is much weaker than some ordinary people who are not proficient in martial arts. Under the terrifying pressure of momentum, But there was no discomfort at all, which was obviously unreasonable! ! !

at this time.......

Yang Fan waved his hand, as if a breeze was blowing on his face. In an instant, the terrifying coercion that enveloped Chu Xiong disappeared without a trace. Unfortunately, Chu Xiong had passed out at this moment, but he didn't feel it at all! ! !

"It seems that I'm going to break my promise and gain weight this time..." Yang Fan shook his head slightly, with a wry smile on his face. He was extremely benevolent towards the Chu family and no longer wanted to care about their ruin. Well, he is not the nanny of the Chu family. He has no need or obligation to protect them all the time. But looking at Chu Xiong who was unconscious on the ground, he really couldn't bear to be cruel. I have to say that Chu Xiong's last words, It made him feel deeply. In this critical situation, Chu Xiong was the first to think not of his own safety, but because he felt guilty for leaving him in the Chu Mansion. This meant that he really regarded Yang Fan as a friend and a brother! ! !

"That's all! For the sake of Brother Chuxiong, I'm just helping them..."

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"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"......

In less than ten breaths, there were less than ten people still standing in the huge Chu Mansion. At this moment, even Chu Bingxin, a peerless genius whose combat power rivaled that of a fourth-level Heavenly Martial Master, was subdued to the ground. The only ones who are really standing are Chu Linghe, the ancestor of the Chu family, the family head Chu Yangming, the eldest elder Chu Yangcheng and a few others! ! !

These people were all fifth-level heavenly martial masters for the first time, and the only one who could barely move was Chu Linghe, the seventh-level heavenly ancestor! ! !

"Horror! It's so terrifying! Just a trace of breath suppressed me, so that I didn't even have a chance to resist. This is a huge gap in the level of life. It's impossible for me to be His opponent, even if he uses forbidden techniques and uses all the knowledge of my Chu family, there is absolutely no way he can be his opponent. Not only is he no match, but he will be ruthlessly killed instantly with just a thought..." Chu Ling He's liver and gallbladder were split, and his mind was on the verge of collapse. The Chu family had been inherited for thousands of years. How could he not have a few trump cards? Once used, he would be able to fight against ordinary ninth-level heavenly martial artists, or even ten-level perfect martial arts masters. However, At this moment, he sadly discovered that even if he used all his trump cards, it would be of no avail, "Ancestor Wuhou, the one who comes must be that Ancestor Wuhou..."

at this time.......

"Boom!", "Boom!",, "Boom!"......

Dense sword lights came through the sky! ! !

These sword lights are all dazzling, as bright as pillars. Each sword light contains the terrifying artistic conception of penetrating everything and crushing everything! ! !

Suddenly, the dark night suddenly became bright, with thousands of rays of light, purple air coming from the east, mist and mist, and sword energy like a rainbow! ! !

There are hundreds of sword cultivators, all stepping on the sword light, coming with a fierce momentum! All of them are martial arts sword cultivators who have condensed their spiritual bones, and none of them are below the fourth level of heaven. Some of the outstanding ones give people the impression that they are even better than Xiao Lenglai. And, his aura is as powerful as a deep or sea, and with just a thought, he can release his killing sword energy and kill people ten miles away! ! !

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the middle-aged sword cultivator at the head. He is about forty. He is wearing a golden gown. He is inexplicably noble. He looks like an emperor coming to the world. He is full of arrogance. Looking around, he looks like a lonely swordsman. , standing on the top of the mountain, drawing his sword and looking around at a loss. He could not find an opponent. He was arrogant and arrogant. The endless sword light was constantly disillusioned in his eyes. It seemed that just one look would radiate out. The terrifying sword energy that kills gods and demons, kills everything in the world! ! !

Nangong Qingfeng, the founding ancestor of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, is an unrivaled swordsmanship prodigy. However, he is limited by resources and his cultivation progress is slow. However, with the return of the Qingfeng Sword Sect to the Iron Sword Sect, with the strong support of the Iron Sword Sect, , Nangong Qingfeng soared into the sky like a carp leaping through a dragon gate. In less than a hundred years, a young martial artist from the third level of heaven broke through seven great realms and a great secret realm, successfully opened an aperture, and stepped into the world of Marquis Wu. After ten years of hard training, his cultivation has improved a lot. He is only one step away from the third heaven realm of Marquis Wu! ! !

Chu Bingxin's reaction was not insensitive. Not long after Xiao Leng's death, he issued a hush-hush order and strictly ordered everyone in the convoy not to reveal what happened that day. However, the world is not without airtight walls. Once a third party knows the secret, it will no longer be a secret. It was a secret, not to mention that there were no less than a thousand witnesses to what happened that day. Soon, the news of Xiao Leng’s death spread to the Qingfeng Sword Sect! ! !

However, after the current headmaster of the Qingfeng Sword Sect learned the news, he did not immediately attack the Chu family. Although he had always been skeptical about the news that the Chu family had ancestor Wuhou sitting in charge, you must know that except for the Tang royal family and the nine great sects, Outside the door, there are only a handful of Wuhou who are scattered cultivators. Each of them is a divine dragon. If the Chu family really has the Wuhou ancestor sitting in charge, it will be just a first-class family. It has already surpassed many top-level families. The family has become a super big family after the nine major sects and the royal family of the Tang Dynasty. However, don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. Be careful not to make a big mistake. After all, the sixth elder Xiao Leng is not a weakling. He is a tenth level martial artist. It would take some effort to kill him, but in the end, after much thought, we invited Nangong Qingfeng, the founding ancestor of Qingfeng Sword Sect and the only Wuhou ancestor in the sect! ! !

With the ancestors in charge, even if the Chu family really had Marquis Wu in charge, there would be no trouble if they thought about it! ! !

"Junior, tell me, where is that person?" Nangong Qingfeng looked down at the Chuling River, as if a god from above looked down at the common people, his voice was indescribably cold! ! !

I wonder when the Qingfeng Sword Sect has suffered such a big loss since they took refuge in the Iron Sword Sect. Each of the Eighth Heavenly Sword Masters is the pillar of the sect, and Xiao Leng has great potential. Among all the elders of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, They can all be ranked in the top three. It may be difficult to reach the realm of Wuhou in the future, but it is still very possible to become a half-step Wuhou. To die like this is definitely a huge loss for their Qingfeng Sword Sect.

This hatred can only be washed away with blood! ! !

"Senior, junior don't... don't know!!!" Chu Linghe trembled and said bravely, facing the Wuhou Sword Immortal alone, the pressure in the process almost made him collapse.

"Junior, you are toasting and drinking as punishment, huh!!!" A cold light flashed in Nangong Qingfeng's sword eyes.

next moment.........

"Wow poof..."

Chu Linghe felt as if he was struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his breath instantly became weak. The difference between Wu Hou and Martial Master was like a chasm in the sky. This was a gap in life levels.

"Wan...Junior really...really don't know..."

"Don't tell me! I hope your bones can be as strong as your mouth!!!"

"Boom!!!"

An extremely terrifying pressure suddenly enveloped Chu Linghe, like a huge mountain crushing down! ! !

"Kacha...", "Kacha...", "Kacha..."......

The sound of bones rubbing against each other kept coming from Chu Linghe's body. It was the sound of bones about to shatter.

"Junior, do you want to say it or not?"

Chu Linghe's spiritual energy surged crazily throughout his body. He struggled to hold on and was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to curse in his heart. "Mother, you're paralyzed, you're suffering from a snake spirit." If I knew the whereabouts of my ancestor, I would have invited him to deal with you. , how can you be so arrogant! ! !

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I want to see how long you can last!!!" With a sneer, the momentum and pressure crushing Chu Linghe increased again.

"boom!!!"

Chu Linghe could no longer hold on. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground. The sound of his bones breaking was as clear as fried beans. He closed his eyes in despair and waited quietly for death to come. When he encountered such a snake Mental illness, what else can he say! ! !

at this time.........

A slightly old and hoarse voice came from all directions and swept through the Chu Mansion.

"Junior, are you looking for me?"

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: There are still six flowers left, and there are seventy flowers. Brothers who have flowers, don’t be stingy with the flowers in your hands! ! !