The Martial Son-in-law

The difference between an Early Qi Disciple and a Middle Period of Meditation Stage was equivalent to the difference between a bicycle and a motorcycle. The difference between an Early Foundation Establishment and a Middle Period of Foundation Stage was roughly the same as the difference between a car and a jet fighter jet. They were simply not on the same level.    

Even if there was less than one percent of true qi, it was enough to crush the Early Stage of Building Foundation.    

Even if Lyu Yifei had a low grade Profound Rank magic weapon, Zhang Chu would not let anyone toy with him.    

Moreover...    

With Lee Loongwu's appearance, the battle behind them had already stopped. Everyone had placed their last hope on Zhang Chu. How could Zhang Chu dare to back down?    

"Let's attack!" Lyu Yifei stared at Zhang Chu and said in a deep voice, "On account that you are also a genius, I will let you unleash all of your strength."    

Zhang Chu took a deep breath and knew that he had no other choice. Without any hesitation, he rushed forward.    

A sharp fist was swung at Lyu Yifei. Lyu Yifei swung his sword backhanded and struck first. Before Zhang Chu could hit him, he struck Zhang Chu's chest.    

The sharp blade cut through Zhang Chu's skin without any resistance, causing blood to spurt out.    

Zhang Chu's attack was easily neutralized by Lyu Yifei. As expected, it was not easy to defeat Lyu Yifei, who had a low grade Profound Grade magic weapon.    

If it was said that Lyu Ba had lost all of his advantages...    

Similarly, Zhang Chu had also lost all of his advantages in dealing with Lyu Yifei.    

If he couldn't plot against Lyu Yifei, then it was imaginable how difficult it would be to defeat Lyu Yifei in a direct confrontation. Besides, Lyu Ba was also holding a magic weapon and eyeing him covetously.    

However, even if it was a sure-lose situation, Zhang Chu could only charge forward bravely.    

Ignoring the bleeding wounds, Zhang Chu charged at Lyu Yifei again and again. He threw out two fists at Lyu Yifei's vital points.    

Unfortunately...    

Even if it was just one hit, it would still be an extravagant hope if he didn't have the advantage in speed.    

Lyu Yifei dodged with ease and occasionally struck back with his sword.    

It was difficult for Zhang Chu to hit Lyu Yifei, but Lyu Yifei could accurately hit Zhang Chu every time. If it was not for the fact that he was slightly afraid of Zhang Chu's' strength ', Lyu Yifei's sword would have been aimed at Zhang Chu's vitals long ago.    

After a few rounds of exchange, Zhang Chu's entire body was covered with shocking wounds, but Lyu Yifei was perfectly fine. He was waiting for Zhang Chu to be unable to hold on any longer, then he would swing his deadly sword and end this battle.    

The Tai Xuan disciples standing behind Zhang Chu watched the battle like a moth flying into the flame. Their eyes turned red.    

Zhao Tang clenched his fists and roared word by word, "sect leader, fight with the Lu's Sect!"    

"Yes! Even if we die, we will make the Lu's Sect pay the price!" Another disciple shouted.    

Just as everyone was eager to give it a try, Yuan Zhihong stopped Zhao Tang.    

Perhaps Zhao Tang was very smart, but in terms of 'steadiness', it depended on Yuan Zhihong.    

"Old Yuan! It was impossible for the sect leader to defeat Lyu Yifei under such circumstances! " Could it be that it wants to let the sect leader die? " Zhao Tang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Yuan Zhihong.    

Yuan Zhihong stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Tang while staring at Zhang Chu, who was fighting bitterly.    

"Don't move!" There was no doubt in Yuan Zhihong's voice. He used his determination to cover up the pain in his heart.    

"Old Yuan!" Zhao Tang looked at Yuan Zhihong in disbelief.    

Yuan Zhihong took a deep breath. "If the sect leader is defeated, we will naturally die generously and follow it! But now, the sect leader is still not defeated. If we attack now, other than helping, we can't do anything else. "    

Speaking of this, Yuan Zhihong glanced at Lee Loongwu out of the corner of his eye. "Lee Loongwu is the successor of Lee Qiang. His way of doing things is very different from Lee Qiang's. He wouldn't care if it was the cultivation world of Dongzhou or the Lu's Sect. In his eyes, cultivators were cultivators. Mortals were mortals. Once we continue fighting, Lee Loongwu will definitely join the battle. "At that time, this battle will truly develop in a direction that we can't control."    

"Could it be that we can still control the situation?" Zhao Tang couldn't help but sneer.    

Yuan Zhihong's eyes were calm, and he had never been so determined before. "At least we are still alive! Since the sect leader made me the hall master of the Black Tortoise Hall, I can't watch you guys do stupid things."    

The key to this battle's success or failure had nothing to do with the others. It was all on Zhang Chu, Lyu Yifei, and Lyu Ba.    

If Zhang Chu lost, the Extreme Profound Sect would naturally be buried along with him. If Zhang Chu won and lost Lyu Ba and Lyu Yifei, the Lu's Sect would no longer be a threat to Dongzhou.    

"I understand the reason, but..." Zhao Tang looked at Zhang Chu, whose body was dyed red with blood, and found it hard to calm down.    

Yuan Zhihong did not explain anything, but his heart was heavier than anyone else's.    

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zhang Chu's attacks missed time and time again. Not only did he not cause any real threat to Lyu Yifei, but he was also being controlled.    

It was another confrontation.    

The outcome did not change. Zhang Chu's fist missed, while Lyu Yifei's sword slashed at Zhang Chu's right ribs.    

Zhang Chu finally could not launch any more effective attacks. He stood where he was, breathing heavily. Because there were too many wounds on his body, it was as if the body below his neck did not belong to Zhang Chu anymore. His senses became more and more numb and dull.    

Lyu Yifei did not take the chance to chase after Zhang Chu because Zhang Chu's injuries had accumulated. They had become the last straw that could crush the camel.    

The next sword strike could go straight to his vitals, and this battle would come to an end.    

Lyu Yifei gripped his sword tightly and stared at Zhang Chu. There was no disdain or arrogance in his eyes. Instead, there was admiration in his eyes.    

"Zhang Chu, you are an ambitious man. Even though you have used a lot of underhanded means, you still haven't changed my view on you. " However, we each serve our master and have our own ambitions. "Today, I will still kill you." Speaking up to here, Lyu Yifei glanced at the eastern sky. Traces of the morning sun had already pierced through the darkness.    

In a few minutes, the morning sun would spread across the land.    

Lyu Yifei must take this opportunity to end everything!    

Seeing Lyu Yifei approaching him step by step, Zhang Chu's eyes had already lost focus. Because he had lost too much blood, his face was as pale as paper.    

But in the end, Zhang Chu did not fall down. No one knew what was supporting Zhang Chu.    

Behind him, Yuan Zhihong even hoped that Zhang Chu could fall down. This way, he would not have to watch Zhang Chu suffer all kinds of hardships, but he would be powerless to do anything.    

"I will bury you."    

After saying the last sentence, the sharp sword in Lyu Yifei's hand stabbed into Zhang Chu's body.    

But it was not his chest. It's the shoulder...    

Lyu Yifei frowned. The moment he swung his sword, Zhang Chu twisted his body. The sword that was supposed to pierce through his heart had deviated from its course.    

Could it be that Zhang Chu was still struggling in the face of death?