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However, although the sword lights that filled the sky were ferocious, they paled in comparison to the other fist lights.

This fist light, was actually the "Everlasting Fist!"

Before the punch had landed, the impact and destructive power emitted by the fist of the fist, Xiang Long, had already made people tremble in fear.

His fist seemed to be born with a ruthless killing intent. The strength of his fist could crush any enemy in front of him into mincemeat.

At this moment, Xiang Long's fist had already been fully unleashed.

The finger of the fist was only aimed at a warrior at the early stage of Martial Saint Realm.

In the eyes of the cast iron sect members, with the fist of the Saint Dragon, the outcome of the battle was not surprising. Chen Feng would be the same as the other enemies of the cast iron sect.

"Buzz!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Like an avalanche, an explosion resounded.

The exploding fist shadows, together with the lightning and sword lights, gathered together, transforming into a hundred zhang long destructive light. It was like a storm of death that swept through the world as it bombarded over!

Facing these layers of killing moves, Chen Yu's gaze was cold, and he stood in place without moving an inch.

The spectators were somewhat unable to understand Chen Yu's choice as the disciples of the Cast Iron Sect on the other hand, had already started to mock him:

"Ha ha-ha, there's no other way! Give up, you cannot resist the attacks from the three great warriors of our Cast Iron Sect! "

"You pretended to be calm. In fact, your mind should be blank!"

"This attack, I will turn you, Chen Feng, into nothing but slag!"

Hearing the ridicule from the Cast Iron Sect disciples, Chen Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and looked at the person who opened his mouth.

That gaze contained a strong killing intent. The expression in that gaze was cold and indifferent, as if it was looking at a dead object. To let all the Cast Iron Sect members open their mouths to ridicule the commander, it was as if they were being stared at by an incomparably ferocious wild beast. If they moved even a little bit, they might be in danger of losing their lives.

All of a sudden, the disciples of the Cast Iron Sect felt the immense pressure and couldn't help but break out into a hoarse voice, sweating profusely.

"A bunch of idiots!"

As the sound of his voice faded, Chen Yu's body surged with fighting intent.

Even in the face of the siege from three great experts of the Cast Iron Sect, Chen Yu's aura was still as firm as a mountain, unshakable and unshakable.

The first to arrive in front of Chen Yu was the Thunder King's Lightning Attack.

Facing this attack, Chen Yu merely waved his sleeves slightly.

What surprised everyone was that when the lightning bolt touched Chen Yu's sleeve, not only did it not explode, it even encountered a strange suction force. He immediately changed directions, completely out of the control of the Thunder King, Huang Tianxiong.

"What's going on?!"

Just as Huang Tianxiong was astonished, he suddenly discovered that his own lightning attack had suddenly turned towards the sword fanatic, Liu Yu.

The domineering lightning transformed into a monstrous lightning sword that pierced towards Liu Yu.

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the Thunder King's thunder attack sent Jian Chi, Liu Yu, flying backwards.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning flew out at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, heading straight for the Thunder King Huang Tianxiong.

In an instant, the three great masters of the Cast Iron Sect were dissolved by Chen Yu. King of Thunder, Huang Tianxiong, and Jian Chi, Liu Yu, were too exhausted to defend against the sky full of lightning.

"Even if you block their attacks, it's useless. I alone can kill you!"

Fist Saint Xiang Long let out a cold snort. The power of his fist actually increased by another three levels as it smashed towards Chen Yu's head.

"You can kill me by yourself, aren't you overestimating yourself!"

With that said, Chen Yu casually pulled out the Heartdevil Sword and it suddenly appeared.

In the air, in an instant, the sound of the demonic path exploded!

"Sky less magic!"

"Infinite Devil Heart!"

"Demon Tyrant World!"

The endless devils instantly transformed into a gigantic mountain-like figure.

This demon mirage was at least 100,000 feet tall. It was filled with arrogance, arrogance, and domineering arrogance as it appeared in the sky. It was as if its pressure could suppress the entire world!

At the same time the demonic shadow appeared, its heaven-defying fighting spirit spread out like a wild tide, shocking everyone!

"This... This devil might is too terrifying! "

"His swordsmanship is bedevilish, Chen Feng's swordsmanship surpasses his cultivation level, aiming straight at the peak of the demonic path!"

"To a Demonic Cultivator, this strike is no less than the sound of the Great Dao!"

Many warriors of the Demonic Way couldn't help but kneel and worship Chen Yu as they saw his sword, thinking that he was the descendant of the Demon Lord.

This sword strike directly penetrated the minds of the tens of thousands of people in the plaza.

Heart of the Demon was the best word to describe Chen Yu's sword.

The terrifying Heartdevil Sword had transformed into the Demon Lord, the Demon King, and the Demon Lord.

Once the blade was drawn, it was domineering without limits!

At that moment, there was only one light in Chen Yu's eyes, Death!

The light of slaughter pierced through the nine nether regions of the sky, causing the world to pale in comparison!

"Kill!"

With this sword, Chen Yu chose to face it head on, neither dodging nor dodging!

Tyrant Fist, Demon Sword. These two forces clashed head on, instantly causing countless storms of energy!

Wherever the tempest passed, it would destroy everything.

The huge power had sent everything within a hundred feet flying.

"Hmph, you are merely an ant in the early stages of Martial Saint Realm, do you understand the difference between us?!"

After the punch, Fist Saint Xiang Long stood still and did not move, while Chen Yu retreated a hundred steps, and a trickle of fresh blood leaked out from the corner of his lips.

However, in the face of Xiang Long's mockery, Chen Yu's expression was still calm. The indifference on his face did not retreat in the slightest, but instead carried a hint of ridicule.

"With the strength of a late stage Martial Saint Realm, you actually feel proud after forcing me to take a hundred steps back while facing the power of an early stage Martial Saint Realm?!"2

With that said, the Heartdevil Sword in Chen Yu's hand shook once again.

"You don't think it's shameful, but you think it's an honor. Your Cast Iron Sect is nothing more than that!"

"Brutal, I only used 50% of my strength in that strike just now. Since you want to die so much, then I will grant you this move!"

With that, the fist saint Xiang Long released a roar.

"Fist Under Heaven!"

In the next moment, a 30,000-meter long fist shadow rushed out horizontally, tearing apart the void.

The power of the fist was unstoppable, destroying everything in its path. It was like the rage of a god, unstoppable throughout the world!

The terrifying power instantly blasted a hole through the protective aura around Chen Yu and arrived in front of Chen Yu.

However, just as Xiang Long's fist was about to make contact with Chen Yu's body, Chen Yu also flipped over his sword, and suddenly welcomed it.

Boom!

A deafening explosion sounded as true energy exploded in all directions, blocking everyone's line of sight.

And just at this moment, a perfectly straight sword light flashed through the sky.

At the same time, a soft roar resounded through the entire space.

Amidst everyone's incredulous gazes, Xiang Long's right hand covered his left chest. Where it was, a sword scar faintly appeared, blood spraying everywhere.

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