The sword light flickered, blood flew, and one by one the children of the Yuan family fell under Yi Chu's long sword one after another. Yi Chu, whose sword light flickered, was like a killing god, galloping through the crowd.

Although Yuan Jianlong's mountain-shaking fist was extraordinary, he was only a seven-rank cultivator, and he couldn't resist Yi Chu's attack at all. Looking at the descendants who fell under Yi Chu's long sword one by one, Yuan Jianlong's head was about to explode!

At this juncture, there is only one way to fight! The moment he retreated, he took out a delicate round ball from his waist. The ball resembled jasper, shimmering with a sparkling brilliance.

"Boy, today, I want you to pay for your blood debt!" Yuan Jianlong smashed the long ball to the ground as he spoke. Yuan Jianlong's round ball smashed not Yi Chu, but the earth.

"Bang", a strange loud noise. Coming out of the orb. With this loud noise, the ball that made Yi Chu careful for three points shattered on the ground. Nothing was revealed in the orb. Not only Yi Chu, but also the people of the Yuan family, they were all stunned at this time, they were surprised that their old man would use such a childish thing.

Yi Chu sneered, the long sword in his hand slashed, and a young man wielding a giant axe fell to the ground in an instant. And just as he was about to shake his sword and fight again, a force suddenly rushed out of the backyard of the Yuan family!

This momentum is like a mountain and a mountain, just a moment's effort, and the entire Yuan family is shrouded in this momentum. At the moment when this momentum appeared, Yuan Jianlong's face showed a smug smile.

"Boy, my eldest brother is out of the customs, this time you are dead!" Yuan Jianlong waved his hand to the few children and grandchildren who were left.

A figure, like a rainbow, rushed straight from the sky. The moment this figure rushed in, his momentum and his body fused perfectly! The entire aura seemed to be controlled by him. A huge and majestic aura rushed out of his body.

"Jianlong, what the hell is going on?" The person who came was an old man who was three points more powerful than Yuan Jianlong, looking at the corpses all over the ground, and asked Yuan Jianlong in a deep voice.

"Big brother, our family has encountered a strong enemy, this kid has killed most of our children and grandchildren, the younger brother is incompetent, and I ask the eldest brother to take action." Yuan Jianlong walked quickly to the man's side and replied very sadly.

The old man glanced at Yi Chu and said lightly: "Dare to kill my family, die!"

In his nursing home, Yi Chu was like an ant that could be crushed to death by him at will. I saw his palms slapping, and a yellow force, wrapped in overwhelming momentum, hit Yi Chu directly!

The eight-rank powerhouse, the divine power is self-generated, the moment the old man appeared, Yi Chu determined the old man's cultivation. Facing the old man's palm, Yi Chu sneered, and grabbed the void with the palm of his hand that did not hold the sword, and the Demon Cloud Probe Claw of the Demon Cloud Great Grip drew a red force, and went straight towards the old man's palm!

"Bang", the two forces collided together in mid-air, and the violent collision force made the entire Yuan family compound shake!

"Pedal, pedal," Yi Chu and the old man took three steps back at the same time.

"Eight-rank powerhouse, you are eight-rank powerhouse!" The old man looked at Yi Chu with murderous intent on his face, and suddenly shouted in a deep voice. At this time, his eyes were full of shock, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was actually an eighth-grade powerhouse who was not inferior to him in the slightest.

The four words of the eight-rank powerhouse spit out from the old man's mouth, whether it was Yuan Jianlong or the surviving children of the Yuan family, their expressions changed greatly. When Yi Chu was killing the children of their family, they thought that Yi Chu was just a seventh-rank peak, but now, this young killing god turned out to be an eighth-rank powerhouse.

Unlike the Yuan family's horror, Li Yinglin and Li Yingqiong's faces were full of relief. Yi Chu turned out to be the legendary eight-rank powerhouse, with him, there was no need to worry about his own hatred and all his worries. In their hearts, the eight-rank powerhouse is already an invincible god-like existence.

"Aren't you also the eighth grade?" Yi Chu smiled faintly at the old man and said lightly. He didn't seem to pay any attention to the fact that the old man was an eight-grade person. And Yi Chu's careless attitude made the old man feel cold!

If it was an ordinary eight-rank powerhouse, although the old man did not want to be an enemy, he would not be afraid, but Yi Chu was too young, so young that this old man muttered in his heart. With such a young eight-rank powerhouse, what kind of strength should he have behind him? Thinking of those hearsay rumors, a chill rose from his heart.

Glancing at the dozen or so corpses lying on the ground again, the old man suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and said word by word: "Your Excellency, what kind of deep hatred does my Yuan family have with you, and it is worth your lordship to be so vicious?"

"There's no need to talk about this anymore. As he spoke, Yi Chu sneered, and between the long sword in his hand, a long sword, with a red sword light, went straight towards the old man's vital point!

"Break Yue with one punch!" The white-haired old man watched Yi Chu's attack come suddenly, and at that moment, his fist waved, and the earthy yellow fist power instantly gathered together, and it blasted straight towards the place where Yi Chu's long sword swung.

"Bang", the long sword and fist collided together. Yi Chu and the old man of the Yuan family shook at the same time, but at this time, on the palm of the old man of the Yuan family, a little bit of bright red blood continued to drip down.

Yi Chu was dressed in green clothes, standing proudly, and between the long sword in his hand drooping, a little bit of blood fluttered down from the long sword. At this time, anyone can see that this strong man of the Yuan family, who suddenly appeared, has already suffered a loss at this time.

"Okay, young man, I can't imagine that you have made me suffer a great loss today. You don't want to give up if you kill so many descendants of my Yuan family, today, even if I Yuan Jianmeng fights for my life, I want to leave you here!"

"Sacrifice", the talisman quickly flew up from Yuan Jianmeng's hand with a low cry. In the endless glow, a golden pair of scissors is huge, and the surging killing machine rushes out from this scissors!

At the moment when the scissors flew out, Yi Chu felt as if his body was frozen by something, and it became very difficult to move!

"Boy, today I will let you scatter your soul under my treasure of the talisman, so as to avenge my dead descendants!"

As he spoke, Yuan Jianmeng pointed at the talisman, and the scissors cut straight towards Yi Chu!

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