C127 He Can't be Left Alive
C127 He Can't be Left Alive
The surrounding cultivators covered their ears and quickly retreated.
This level of battle was no longer something they could participate in.
Fatty Zhang was very clever. Even before the two of them attacked, he picked up the unconscious Niuniu and ran to the side of the wall in a flurry.
The damage of the two spells was shocking. It was hard to imagine what exactly they had experienced.
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and a figure suddenly flew out.
Boom!
That person suddenly kicked backwards with his right foot, causing the ground to shatter. He also stopped in his tracks.
Even though the smoke and dust dispersed, the face of the person who had flown out was immediately revealed.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. This man was actually Pang Yun!
At this moment, Pang Yun's brocade robe had been cut open several times.
His face was also somewhat charred, and his hair was also a lot messier. Blood was actually flowing out from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had suffered quite a serious injury.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
A deep sound of footsteps could be heard from the smoke and dust.
Lu Yu walked out and stopped in front of Pang Yun. His eyes were calm.
"What!? Did... did Pavilion Master lose? Impossible, this is impossible!" Everyone exclaimed.
They saw that Lu Yu's body was still intact, just like before.
Compared to Pang Yun's appearance, the winner and loser would be decided immediately.
"Impossible! He is clearly only at the Dragon Qi Realm, how could he be a match for Pavilion Master!" The eyes of the disciples of the Returning Origin Pavilion changed from confusion to fear.
They were helping the enemy. If Lu Yu blamed them, how could they bear Lu Yu's fury?
Fang Jun was also stunned. He had never thought that Lu Yu would be able to defeat Pang Yun.
As for Fatty Zhang, he had a big mouth.
"Did I misjudge him? Is he a peerless genius from some holy land who has wandered into the Southern Wasteland?" Fatty Zhang muttered to himself.
Although everyone's voices were very soft, Pang Yun, as a Great Cycle Revolution expert, could still hear them.
Pang Yun's eyes were filled with killing intent, but his heart was still filled with shame and anger. He wished he could tear Lu Yu into pieces.
"Kid, do you think you're amazing just because you've learned a few demonic techniques?! You are a crooked person, and you dare to compare yourself with my authentic thunder technique!" Pang Yun coldly said.
Pang Yun said lightly, "If you are not convinced, feel free to come at me."
"You!" Pang Yun pointed at Lu Yu, and an unprecedented fear flashed in his eyes.
He was sure that this young man in front of him was not simple.
He had also stepped into the ranks of cultivators for so many years, and had witnessed the rise of countless geniuses.
However, Pang Yun had never heard of anyone who could fight against him, a mighty warrior of the Great Cycle Revolution!
He must not be left alive!
Pang Yun had already made up his mind. He was certain that he must kill Lu Yu in the cradle.
Otherwise, once he grew up, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed outside the door.
When the disciples of the Origin Returning Pavilion came in, they had originally closed the door.
But now, as if someone had turned a mechanism from the outside, the entire door began to slowly open.
Who was it?
Everyone turned their heads in unison and saw a group of experts holding magic treasures standing outside the door.
The one in the lead was Formation Master, who had been invited by the various major powers.
"Elder Bai is indeed a clever schemer. He actually calculated that there would be a treasure here!"
The Lingxiao Sect Elder Bai Suqing was surrounded by the crowd and was surrounded by flattering voices.