The Demon Cultivator of the Sword

Chapter 78: Kill Qian Yun in Seconds (Additional chapter for Qian Yu Sheng Ming)

Two and a half hours later, the two finally flew out of the desert and came to a high ground.

Along the way, Gu Yuan saw the corpses of sect disciples from time to time. Among them were not only disciples of the seventh-grade sect, but also some disciples of the sixth-grade sect. They either died in the sneak attack of monsters in the Ghost Service Land, or died in the restrictions of the Ghost Service Land that were similar to mass graves, and no body was left.

"It seems that the place of ghost servants is more dangerous than I thought."

Ling Xue sighed as she looked at the corpse of a Feitian Demon Sect disciple.

Gu Yuan also knew this person. Although he was a bit unruly in his daily life, he had a good relationship with him. When Gu Yuan had just become an inner sect disciple, he had completed a mission with him.

It's a pity that it's gone.

"If you really think that you can rest easy just because you are a sixth-rank sect disciple, then death is not far away."

Blood-red lightning flashed, and Gu Yuan used his left hand to make a deep pit next to the corpse. He grabbed with his right hand and pulled the corpse out of the ruins, placing them neatly in the pit for burial. At the same time, he became more determined to become stronger.

Did you stop there?
Then I won’t wait for you.

I still have a long way to go, like an arrow shot from a bow, there is no turning back.

After taking one last look at the earthen grave, Gu Yuan continued to move forward without looking back.

Ling Xue looked at Gu Yuan's back, her red lips slightly opened, and she also knew the cruelty of this world, so she followed him.

Ahead of the high ground is a huge valley.

In the center of the valley, a fierce battle was taking place. Three disciples from the sect were being forced to retreat again and again by another disciple from the sect. There were spots of blood on the grass.

"Qianyun, we risked our lives to get these treasures. Don't go too far."

The three sect disciples who were beaten were wearing black clothes with feather patterns on their sleeves, and they were disciples of the Feitian Demon Sect.

Qian Yun laughed triumphantly, "In the land of ghost servants, treasures belong to those who are capable. What can you do to me? If you know what's good for you, hand over the things on your body to me, otherwise you will be prepared to be seriously injured."

Although there are regulations that prohibit killing disciples of sixth-grade sects, otherwise they will be hunted down by other sixth-grade sects and the royal families of the three major countries, it is still possible to beat the opponent into severe injuries that cannot be recovered in a short period of time and prevent him from entering the Ghost Island.

Relying on this method, Qian Yun snatched many lone disciples from other sixth-rank sects along the way.

As for the seventh-rank sect disciples, he would not waste time talking to them at all. If he met them, they would die.

"Humph, although you are the second disciple of Luoxia Sect, aren't you afraid that our eldest brother, second brother and sister Murong will know?"

The leading disciple of the Feitian Demon Sect had a gloomy look in his eyes. He knew that the situation was stronger than he was. If he insisted on saving face, he would either be seriously injured and lose the chance to improve his cultivation on the Ghost Island or have his treasures robbed. He could only hope to hear the names of Mo Yan, Gu Yuan and Murong Qingcheng, so as not to act rashly.

"I hate threats the most. Originally, I was planning to just ask you to hand over the things on you, but now I have changed my mind. Not only do I want to take the treasures, but you can't even think about entering the Ghost Island."

With a low shout, Qian Yun stretched out his body, spanning a distance of dozens of meters and appeared above the three people, and struck down with a palm from mid-air.

This palm strike was as powerful as thunder, as if rolling up the clouds in the sky. It was the Purple Cloud Thunder Palm, the top-level martial art of the Luoxia Sect.

Faced with the powerful Qian Yun, the three of them used their unique skills and attacked Qian Yun.

bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The attacks of the three men were extremely swift. Each of them was a leader among the warriors at the Baoyuan realm, but compared to Qian Yun, they were undoubtedly dwarfed by the giant.

"Defeat me!" As the second disciple of the Luoxia Sect, a sixth-grade sect, although Qian Yun's strength is far inferior to that of his senior brother and the chief disciples of the major sixth-grade sects, he is definitely a powerful existence among the peak warriors in the early Baoyuan realm who entered the Tianmeng Ancient Land, and is much stronger than Wu Liangyu.

He was wearing a pair of low-quality gloves. With his first palm strike, he dispersed the joint attack of three people. With his second palm strike, he slapped out a thunderous palm force through the air, shattering the protective true qi of the three people.

puff!
Before the palm force was implemented, the three people suddenly spit out blood. It was hard to imagine how badly they would suffer if this palm hit them.

Chi!
At the critical moment, a force field came from afar and acted on Qian Yun.

The power of the thunder palm was twisted into nothingness. Qian Yun was shocked and stepped back as soon as his feet landed on the ground.

The three Feitian Demon Sect disciples turned around and looked overjoyed, "Senior Sister Murong."

A purple-clad woman with a light veil landed beside the three people. It was Murong Qingcheng. She glanced at the three people who were injured and frowned, saying, "It's fine to rob people of their treasures, but you also want to ruin their future. Don't you think that's too much?"

Qian Yun took a look at Murong Qingcheng and saw that she was just like him, at the peak of the early Bao Yuan Realm. He smiled fiercely and said, "In my eyes, fists are the truth."

As Qian Yun finished speaking, a voice that was familiar to all the disciples of the Feitian Demon Sect sounded in the valley, "Well said, then I will give you a choice. Either put down the things on your body, or lose the opportunity to enter the Ghost Island."

The next moment, the black airflow turned from virtual to real beside Murong Qingcheng, revealing the figure of Gu Yuan with many bags hanging on his body.

"It's Second Brother."

Everyone in the Feitian Demon Sect felt relieved. Murong Qingcheng also smiled and took the initiative to retreat behind Gu Yuan.

On the other hand, Qian Yun's face turned completely gloomy. If it was just Murong Qingcheng alone, he would have more than 50% chance of defeating the opponent. However, facing Gu Yuan, with a difference in cultivation level of one level, he did not have the slightest confidence.

Do I really have to hand over the things I have?
The treasure is secondary. The key point is that as the second disciple of Luoxia Sect, if he just admits his mistake and lets the matter spread, it will undoubtedly make Luoxia Sect lose face.

This is something Qian Yun would never allow.

So he took a step forward, stared at Gu Yuan with a serious expression and said, "How about a one-move victory? If you can beat me, I am willing to hand over all that I have."

Qian Yun's answer undoubtedly made Gu Yuan look up to him, because when one knows that there is a huge difference in strength between the two sides, not everyone has the courage to challenge. In this regard, Qian Yun is undoubtedly much stronger than Lin Yun.

After Lin Yun was defeated, he immediately lost the courage to fight again.

"Take action."

Gu Yuan agreed immediately.

"Four Crazy Thunder Styles!" Without any thought of testing, Qian Yun immediately used the most powerful moves in the Purple Cloud Thunder Palm that he currently possessed. Each move was aimed at the weak points of Gu Yuan's body-protecting true qi.

Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed in the void, and electric arcs were everywhere. Its momentum was no less than the thunder in the sky, and it clearly contained the artistic conception of thunder.

"Although the moves are powerful, it's a pity that the essence has not yet been grasped. It's flashy but not practical."

Shaking his head, Gu Yuan also responded with the artistic conception of thunder. He hit the weakest point of Qian Yun's attack with a sword, instantly breaking the Four Styles of Wild Thunder. Without waiting for the opponent to react, he spit out white thunder and broke his body's protective true qi.

Instant kill!

Moreover, he used the most basic of the three soul-stealing techniques, the first one, which was the bewitching technique, to kill Qian Yun instantly.

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