Chapter 53 Re fame

The dark fog met the golden light, as if it had met an unmatched old enemy, and quickly faded, revealing a devastated land, and the rift was so conspicuous.

The demon flag covering the whole ruins rose from the ground and quickly shrank in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, it became the size of a head and turned into a stream of light and flew into the hands of the underworld envoy.

Without the barrier of the demon flag, the roaring cold wind swept the heavy snow into this place again, and the cold air spread ten feet, and it was faintly more solemn.

"You are indeed unexpected this time, but I will not let you go, and I will definitely kill you in the future!" The ghost said hatefully, and his tone was cold.

Ying Yu can even feel the eyes hidden under the black robe, which is so vicious and full of hatred.

In this situation, the purpose of the Nether Envoy has obviously failed. If he stays any longer, he will be unwise, so he has retreated and does not want to stay for a long time.

He rose up, hunting in his black robe, and flew away from the scattered black fog.

Ying Yu's eyes flashed, and the power of the golden font filled his body, which had not yet begun to fade. The golden light was brilliant and dazzling, allowing him to maintain the ultimate combat power.

He skilled the skill of sword in an extremely exquisite way, turned it into a purple-gold streamer to resist the underworld envoy, and firmly held it and could not escape immediately.

At the same time, he rushed forward with empty steps, and Haoran's divine fist carried Haoran's power, as if he could break through all obstacles and bombard him fiercely.

"Boom!" The battle became more and more intense, and the originally traumatized land added several ravines and black intertwined.

In the distance, vague figures quickly approached, and there were them in all directions, surrounding the place into the center. I don't think it will take long for someone to arrive.

The underworld made his heart anxious and desperately chose to break through.

Ying Yu can naturally guess the idea of the ghost envoy. Even if the Taoist cultivation of the Nether Envoy is the top master under the heaven, he is not invincible. When the people of Xuanji Garden come, he will lose half of his life even if he can leave.

It's just that he also understands that since the Underworld can enter this place silently by relying on the Demon Flag, he can naturally rely on this divine soldier to leave again. As long as he can do it in time, I'm afraid no one can stop him.

Ying Yu understood this truth, and the Underworld also knew that this was an unstoppable thing.

But Yingyu also understands that if the underworld wants to get out of trouble, he must pay a certain price. And his purpose at this time is to increase this price!

In the wind and snow, he grabbed the King of Chu's sword and sneered at the corners of his mouth. The spiritual power condensed the power of his whole body between his hands, shining brilliantly.

He waved his sword and cut forward fiercely, carving a golden blade in mid-air, revealing a sharp and boundless breath.

Then he violently split the sword again, and another blade appeared, emitting a terrible breath.

The two blades seem to be fused together, and the golden light shines, forming a cross to the front of the Nethereal envoy!

For a while, the wind and clouds surged.

The underworld was shocked. Under this powerful blow, he felt the threat of life, as if he were going to die under this fierce attack.

He felt cold in his heart and dared not be careless. He waved a dark sickle and cut out a blood-red arc.

The next moment, a blood stain seemed to be imprinted in the void, rich and shiny, and the bloody smell permeated.

The blood stain fluctuated rapidly, as if it were struggling, obviously strong, and the next breath suddenly opened, showing a flinting circle, in which there was a bloody pupil, cold and ruthless, cold and bloodthirsty!

"Wo!" A red line shot out of the bloody pupil, condensing extremely terrible power, and suddenly shot out.

"Today's events will be remembered clearly, and they will definitely come to revenge in the future. Take care of yourself." The underworld roared in a low voice, and the voice echoed around.

As he spoke, he enlarged the demon flag, and the triangular black flag was rolled towards himself. His breath immediately hid, melted into the dark night, and could no longer be seen.

"Boom!" The golden cross collided head-on with the pupil rays, causing an incomparable explosion. The huge sound was deafening, drowning the voice of the underworld in it, and the whole earth shook, as if it was about to be overturned.

At this moment, there seemed to be only one gold and one red in the world, each shining half of the sky. But this splendid prosperity only lasted for a short breath in the world and dissipated in nothingness.

Only a touch of blood spilled out in mid-air and splashed on the ground. Even if the underworld left, he was still injured and bleeding.

At the same time, the monks from all directions finally arrived, appearing one after another around the cracked earth, looking ahead, and their faces were shocked.

On a ruined land, standing alone in response to the rain, the golden breath rushed out of the body, surging like a vast ocean, which was very terrible. Although this breath is dissipating quickly, everyone is in awe of him.

The Underworld has left here at night, and now it is almost impossible to find it.

And Yingyu also did not have this thought. He felt that the golden spiritual power in his body fluctuated, flowing slowly in the meridians, and there was a tendency to disappear.

He understands that the continuation of the golden font has ended in the world, and he will restore his original cultivation.

"It's you, Yingyu!" A figure came forward, showing a rare surprise on his face, which was Duan Wufeng.

After detecting the abnormality here, as the chief disciple of Xuanjiyuan, Duan Wufeng rushed over as quickly as possible. Although he could not see the whole battle situation clearly, he also saw the last part of the battle.

Originally, he was just popular, but his cultivation was not good. How could this surprise him?

"Was that man the underworld just now?" Duan Wufeng continued to ask. The surface has calmed down, and his heart is still stormy.

Ying Yu had no hidden and low-key meaning, and said with a smile, "Yes, it was the last time."

More and more people came around and took a deep breath when they heard the conversation between the two.

The underworld envoy who can leave the underworld and walk in the human world, the worst Taoist cultivation also has a great success in the Taoist realm and is very powerful.

"I didn't expect that the Yingyu brothers were so deep that they hurt the underworld." Duan Wufeng said in surprise.

"It's just a fluke." Ying Yu laughed.

Duan Wufeng nodded and said, "The underworld lurked into the Xuanji Garden, thus causing inconvenience to the brothers, which is the dereliction of duty of the disciples of this garden. But we will be more cautious next, and the same situation will never happen again.

He not only said this to Ying Yu, but also to the monks around him. After all, people are in Xuanji Garden. If such fierce battles often occur, they are likely to endanger their lives. At that time, who can convince Xuanji Garden?