Chapter 1120: Gui Su Yan Su

The elder who escorted Chen Yu back to Tianwuzong, and when he heard that Chen Yu was leaving now, immediately refused.
Suzaku Tianchao has been pitted several times by Chen Yu, and now that Chen Yu has an accident on his way back, the responsibility rests on them.
The elder naturally did not allow Chen Yuhu to come.
"Did you contact Tian Wuzong?"
The elder asked with a smile.
Chen Yu's face was different, and he didn't know what the other party was going to say, but he did contact Tian Wuzong's disciples, so he nodded, hoping that the matter would be over.
"Oh, then did Tian Wuzong give you any tricks to make you accident midway, and then pitted Suzaku Tianchao right? You look down on the husband."
The elder smiled disdain.
"..."
Chen Yu would like to say that the other party thinks too much.
However, Chen Yu expressed his deep sympathy for the elder's thoughts. Suzaku Tianchao must have been scared.
"Let ’s go. I'm leaving now, and if anything goes wrong, it's not on Suzaku Tianchao's head."
Chen Yu said.
This made the elders hesitate for a moment, and some of them couldn't figure it out.
"what did you say?"
The elder was surprised, and seemed to want to confirm it.
"I said you guys let me go now. Anything happened to the junior, it's definitely not on Suzaku Tianchao's head."
Chen Yu repeated it.
call!
The elder suddenly waved his sleeve robe, and the void shuddered, the transparent fire flickered, condensed into a red ball, and floated on the palm of the elder.
The red ball showed the surrounding scene, and the sentence Chen Yu just repeated.
"Okay, you can go now."
The elder smiled.
Obviously, just now he deliberately pretended that he didn't hear clearly, and let Chen Yu say it again, and at the same time, he exerted his means to record the previous scene.
Suzaku Tianchao hoped that Chen Yu had an accident, but they didn't want to carry the pot. Now Chen Yu made a promise, and the elder naturally agreed happily.
Chen Yu was speechless about the elder's actions.
Without multiple tubes, he left the flying boat and flew in one direction.
In fact, his actions at this moment are still dangerous.
But when Chen Yu just received the request for help, the mysterious heart also reacted at the same time, so Chen Yu left the protection of the Suzaku holy tribe so surely.
After leaving, he took out the messenger token and asked the other party's destination.
"Dead Desert?"
When Chen Yu got his destination, he couldn't help being cautious.
This necrotic desert is a well-known dangerous forbidden area in Terran territory.
...
In the dark and barren desert, the black wind roared like a ghost crying.
The most common here is sand and dirt, followed by bones.
And somewhere in the desert, a weird black tree grows rare, bare without leaves and lifeless, but with a few fruits hanging on the black branches.
The shape of the fruit is like a human head, with simple features on it, expressions or laughter or scolding.
There were seven people under the black trees, one from each side.
"Dear Frost Hall, how are these 'human soul fruits' divided?"
One of the men said.
This man is burly and magnificent, his eyes are shining and his breath is strong.
Behind him, there is a man and a woman. Among them, the man looks handsome and has short purple hair, which is Lin Tianfeng.
The clothes on these three people are all the clothes of Tianwuzong disciples.
Opposite the burly men, there are four people in total. The head of the man is thin, his face is slightly cold, and a pair of black eyes exudes coldness.
Facing the thin man, the three disciples of Tian Wuzong couldn't help but feel a little pressure.
"Ghost means 'Yan Su'!"
"Although this person is from the Frost Palace of the Eight Emperors, his reputation is even more than that of many outstanding disciples of Shenzong."
Lin Tianfeng communicated with another female disciple.
"I don't know Brother Pan and this ghost refers to Yan Su, who is strong and who is weak."
Brother Pan in their mouths is the burly man "Pan Peng" in front, and Tianwu Zong is ranked 32nd in the Tianwu list.
"The human soul here, we have been watching for a long time. We also killed the enemies who stayed nearby. Why should we divide half of you?"
The thin man "Yan Su" sneered.
"Oh? So you want to be the enemy of Tian Wuzong?"
The burly man "Pan Peng" frowned and released a powerful momentum.
"Haha, Your Excellency laughed. Even if Yan Mou beats the three of you today, would Tian Wuzong hit me?"
Yan Su laughed.
It is just a competition between the disciples. As long as there is no death, Tian Wuzong will not intervene.
"Forget it, Yan gives you a chance. If any of you can support twenty moves in my hands, this‘ soul fruit ’will be half of you, how?
Yan Mou said with a slightly faint smile.
"Twenty tricks!"
Pan Peng couldn't help glaring.
Of the three of them, only he is a four-and-a-half king, and the other two are much weaker, and it must be him.
Knowing this, Yan Su even arrogantly proposed a 20-stroke contract, apparently despising him.
"Okay, I'll meet you for a while!"
Pan Peng surged into the sky with an orange air current.
The rest retreated, making room for Pan Peng and Yan Su to fight.
"Looking at the ghost pointing at Yan Su, he seems confident. Once Brother Pan defeated, we will get nothing."
"And the total strength of our two teams is also stronger in the Frost Hall."
Lin Tianfeng couldn't help sighing.
Bang!
As soon as the battle started, Pan Peng, who was 32 in the Tianwu List, and Yan Su, the genius of Frost Palace, pointed to him.
Pan Peng held a huge axe and waved a huge and wild orange mang. This blow changed the surrounding colors and the storm was surging.
Opposite, a black short sword appeared in front of Yan Su, releasing thousands of dark black ice cold swords, which were simply and directly pierced.
Ding Dong! Puffy!
The first move, the second move, and the third move, Yan Su and Pan Peng are comparable.
"This is the strength of Thirty-two on Tianwu Bang?"
Lin Tianfeng observes Pan Peng.
He is now trained to reach the four-star king and ranks 73rd in the Tianwu list, eager to climb to higher ranks.
Pan Peng's cultivation is only a little higher than him, but Lin Tianfeng was shocked by the strength shown at the moment.
For at least five years, he did not challenge Pan Peng's qualifications.
Lin Tianfeng couldn't help but make a fist, and felt uncomfortable inside.
Qin Wentian, who entered Tianwuzong with him at the same session, is already the 34th strongest in the Tianwu list at this moment, and the gap between him and the other is too great.
Suddenly, Lin Tianfeng thought of someone, and couldn't help feeling down.
That man was Chen Yu. The performance of the new disciples overwhelmed Qin Wentian, and then Tianwuzong continued to shine with light, even to replace Qin Wentian as the world's famous name.
"Unfortunately, you are dead."
Lin Tianfeng sighed, without regret, but with a touch of joy.
After all, Lin Tianfeng has been hit by Chen Yu many times, and his heart has left a shadow. He feels that he is about to come out of the shadow.
"Brother Lin, Brother Pan is about to lose."
The female disciple shouted suddenly.
Lin Tianfeng stared away, only to see that Pan Peng really fell into the downwind, and currently only tenth move.
Can Pan Peng survive the 20 moves?
Eleven moves, twelve moves!
Pan Peng's forehead was full of cold sweat, and he was extremely surprised. As a genius of Tianwuzong, he would be compared with a disciple of the Eight Emperors. This is a great shame.
"Battle Soul!"
Pan Peng shouted loudly, shrouded in gorgeous orange light, and the fighting spirit rose.
The giant axe in his hand flew into the sky, becoming several times larger, marking the thrilling brilliance and cutting to Yan Su.
"It is indeed a disciple of Tian Wuzong. He has two sons."
Yan Su was bland, and his hands moved. The dark dagger was under his control and flew into the sky to welcome Pan Peng's blow.
Bang!
The sky blew loudly, alarming all directions.
A shocking orange light axe burst out suddenly and chopped to Yan Su.
Peng!
During the explosion, Yan Su's body flew backwards.
"Hum, you look down on me too much."
Pan Peng sneered.
"is it?"
Yan Su's voice came out, and with a wave of his finger, the huge black sword thorn stabbed away.
"Are you okay?"
Pan Peng looked at Yan Su with great surprise.
As an onlooker, Lin Tianfeng saw more clearly that Yan Su was not blown away by Pan Peng, but flew back in a dangerous and dangerous manner, but was only slightly affected and slightly injured.
call out!
Yan Su's sword was stronger than before, exuding an amazing cold, and killed Pan Peng.
Pan Peng was injured and flew back.
Yan Su pressed harder and harder, as if he had become an individual. Kendo attacked fiercely and fiercely.
Three consecutive swords caused Pan Peng to have three wounds on his body. The last wound hurt the viscera, causing Pan Peng to be severely wounded and defeated.
"Lost!"
Pan Peng's expression was bewildered and he was hit.
"Hehe, if you win, the human soul will be half of you, but unfortunately you lose, I cut off one of each of you, not too much."
Yan Su's sneer came out.
"what?"
The three of Pan Peng were shocked.
call out!
Here is a dark lightsaber, chilling through the bones, invading.
puff!
Pan Peng did not expect that Yan Su would suddenly shoot, a blood spatter, a leg was cut off, and his painful spasm hissed.
Lin Tianfeng and another female disciple couldn't help but be terrified. The ghost pointed out that Yan Su means fierce. They have heard of it, but did not expect to treat the disciples of Tian Wuzong, and dare to be so fierce.
"Next are you two."
Yan Su's eyelids didn't blink, and the black sword of Xuanqi flew out.
Lin Tianfeng raised his sweaty hair and felt that the target of this sword was him.
Suddenly, a white light surged in the distance, appearing before the black sword, blocking it.
"It's support."
Cried the woman nearby.
She was timid and just found out that there was a disciple of Tian Wuzong nearby, so she sent a message asking for support.
Lin Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, as if walking from the gate of the ghost.
who is it? Which brother of Tian Wuzong saved himself? He must repay this person well!
So he swept away spiritually ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Lin Tianfeng was stunned by thunder.
"Chen Yu! Why ... is you?"
His spiritual knowledge saw Chen Yu's face!
Damn, didn't Chen Yu die in the demon territory?
Is Chen Yu appearing in front of him as a human or a ghost?
As for the feeling of retribution that just touched the tears, Lin Tianfeng has long been left behind.
"... Aren't you ... dead?"
Lin Tianfeng finished talking intermittently.
"Lin Tianfeng, is this your attitude to benefactors?"
Chen Yu glanced at Lin Tianfeng and asked instead. Reading Network