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"Hmm?!" Playing with fire in front of my fetishism, you are overestimating yourself! " The fetishism warrior squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Yu, his eyes filled with ridicule.

Chen Yu's sword technique's momentum was not ordinary, it seemed like its power was not weak either.

However, no matter how strong a Martial Saint Realm practitioner's sword technique was, how strong could it be?!

However, although the half immortal realm warrior from the fetishism did not take Chen Yu's sword to heart, he was not careless either.

This person's palm slightly trembled as he stepped out. Burning Heart Tribulation, Zephyr Kill!

A half-step immortal realm martial artist was very perceptive. His strength had already reached the stage where he could do as he wished.

Although he hadn't used his full strength, the strength of this person still gave off a terrifying aura.

Violent, raging flames!

The two palms impressively exerted two different powers. One was wind and the other was fire, and the power was even greater than before.

Fire was the leader, while wind was the support.

Fire borrowed the power of the wind, the wind acted as a fire maniac.

An even more violent wave of flames came rolling back.

The flames burned brightly, as if wanting to swallow Chen Yu's sword light.

Everyone present were all half-immortal experts. After seeing fetishism's technique, they too revealed different expressions.

A trace of a smile hung on the faces of the Xu Family martial practitioners.

The situation had already been decided.

Under this move, Chen Yu would definitely be injured or dead.

Teng Xiu Ran and Peng Wenhan frowned deeply.

The two of them could not understand why Chen Yu asked them to last for an incense's time.

From the looks of it, Chen Yu might not even be able to last one move, what's the point of continuing?!

However, in the next moment, the situation changed!

The flames that were devouring Chen Yu's sword aura suddenly flared up and started to roll.

It was as if there was something inside of it that was about to be born.

The next moment.

A dragon shadow emerged from the flames!

The heat of the flames seemed to have become even more violent.

"Kill!"

Following Chen Yu's cold shout!

A brilliant fire dragon burst out of the raging flames.

Without waiting for the fetishism Rankers to react, the power of the flames suddenly changed and overflowing flames scattered down.

The fire dragon flashed by.

The sword light gradually dissipated.

Along with it vanished life.

The life of a half fairyland warrior in fetishism.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The fetishism warrior's eyes revealed extreme disbelief, and then he became at a loss.

In the end, it was a mess.

"Putong."

With a dull thud, the man's body fell heavily to the ground.

fetishism, this half fairyland warrior, died under one move from Chen Yu's sword.

"Son of a bitch!"

The other half fairyland warrior from the fetishism widened his eyes in anger, his hatred soaring to the sky.

The sword beams flew about, and instantly arrived in front of Chen Yu.

The One Thought Dragon Sword may be powerful, but it also had a huge flaw.

Fortunately, before Chen Yu made his move, he had already used the Blood Sea Buddha, who had an even stronger defense.

When the sword light of the fetishism warrior landed on the gorgeous blood-colored armor, it only created sparks.

After this person's attack failed, his eyes became serious. Then, the second and third sword strikes came at him with an even stronger and fiercer force.

His eyes were filled with killing intent.

Even if it were a thousand strikes and ten thousand strikes, he would still cut Chen Yu's armor into pieces and then slice Chen Yu into ten thousand pieces!

But, Chen Yu's weakness, was also only for an instant, how could he stand there, to be trampled on by others?!

Chen Yu retreated in an instant, while at the same time, the Heartdevil Sword in his hand turned into a vortex.

The sword intent caused the Milky Way to turn!

The torrential sword beams were so dense that even the wind could not penetrate, the swords of the fetishism Warriors were unable to break through their defense for a while.

"Humph!" It's just a small trick! "

When the sword force of the fetishism's warriors were blocked, their sword skills changed again.

"Flames!"

This person's sword light was like starlight, constantly shooting out.

The Fiery Blaze Sword Intent was like a drop of water in hot oil.

"Boom boom boom!"

Explosions rang out as the flames exploded.

It was as if as long as he was given an opening, the fetishism Ranker's sword would be able to hit Chen Yu.

"Sword Fire Connecting The Heavens!"

In the next moment, Chen Yu's sword technique also changed.

With the appearance of the sky sword force, the sword intent turned from majestic to sharp, as if it was going to break through by coincidence.

Chen Yu's sword slashed out many beams of fire, chopping away at the fetishism's Warriors' Sparks bit by bit.

"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!"

In that short moment, it was unknown just how many times their swords had collided.

In a rapid sword battle, a mistake could determine victory or defeat.

The more the two fought, the faster they moved.

As the sword shadows moved about, there were no gorgeous sword lights flashing, nor was there the accumulation of violent and tremendous power.

Some were just like a rock, attacking like dragons and tigers.

Not only that, the two of them had clashed multiple times.

This battle was a test of who was not making a mistake.

It was a competition of who was more stable and who was faster!

From the looks of the situation, the sword techniques of the fetishism Warriors were changing as they pressed on.

And Chen Yu, on the other hand, could only passively defend most of the time.

If this continued, Chen Yu would probably lose more than he would win.

However, Chen Yu did not seem to have that kind of awareness.

Although he had spent most of his time in a defensive posture, the sword attack was still as steady as Mt. Tai, not revealing the slightest flaw.

Moreover, under his opponent's unceasing transformation of his Berserk Sword Technique, he did not make a single mistake.

The fetishism warriors, Xu Dai and the rest who were watching on the side had sharp glints in their eyes.

At this time, although Chen Yu looked to be in a disadvantaged position, he had won in terms of the sword's momentum and stability.

Although his control over his strength wasn't as good as that of his opponent, he was still able to avoid danger at crucial moments.

And the potential that Chen Yu had displayed during the battle had shocked everyone.

A small Martial Saint Realm cultivator would not be at a disadvantage when facing off against a half-step Immortal Realm martial artist. Furthermore, it would not make any mistakes because of panic. This was something that no one present was able to accomplish.

If he didn't get rid of him this time, he would be a disaster in the future!

Thinking up to this point, Xu Ren and Xu Hengfeng looked at each other and seemed to have come to a decision.

The next moment.

Xu Dao and Xu Hengfeng attacked at the same time!

With a roar, Xu Hengfeng charged forward and broke through everything. He was determined to kill.

At the same time, behind Xu Dang, a huge beast's shadow appeared, crushing down with a monstrous might.1

With this strike, Chen Yu had nowhere to run!

Facing this sudden attack, Chen Yu could only retreat.

However, how could that warrior from the fetishism give up such a great opportunity!

"Die!"

In that moment, the fetishism warrior was like a sharp sword that pierced forward, graceful like a tiger.

But just at that moment, Chen Yu's eyes flashed with lightning.

"All of you are courting death!"

As the sound of his voice faded, an overwhelming pressure came from the sky, and then, Chen Yu's body started emitting a tyrannical aura.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes.

With his back facing the sun, Chen Yu's body flickered with flames, causing his eyes to flash with a blood-red light.

This scene caused everyone to involuntarily feel a deep fear from the bottom of their hearts.

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