After living in seclusion for 60 years, my disciples are invincible

Under everyone's attention, Su Hongyu held up the long sword in his hand, and no longer suppressed his own cultivation.

That exquisite body and the escaping aura are astonishingly the strength of a third-tier mid-stage cultivator!
This level of cultivation is already comparable to the elders of the Xiao family who have practiced for many years.

Accompanied by Su Hongyu's sword raising action.

The jade-colored sword blade shone endlessly.

The traces of spiritual energy entangled and condensed into a nine-foot sword in an instant, overflowing with spiritual energy.

On the Que sword, the power of the sword is overwhelming, exuding a terrifying killing intent.

"Chong!"

The Juque Spirit Sword, which was completely gathered by spiritual energy, took shape quickly.

Su Hongyu's delicate and ruddy face suddenly paled a little.

This trick was used to kill Xiao Yu, although it was a bit overkill.

But she just wanted to use this sword to completely break the courage of the Xiao family.

Then he warned the Xiao family with an invincible posture, don't try to use any family marriage contract to tarnish the perfect self.

Even if it's a marriage certificate that is in name only, it is absolutely not allowed!

The Xiao family, and the waste of the Xiao family, they are not worthy! ! !
Among the disciples of the Jiuqu Sword Sect who accompanied him, there were those with good eyesight.

With just one glance, he recognized Su Hongyu's moves.

He couldn't help taking a deep breath, and muttered to himself:

"Junior Sister Su is a celestial prodigy, and she is indeed a core disciple personally taught by the elder!"

"It's been less than ten years since I entered the sect, and I can use the secret sword skill of the sect, cutting the rainbow sword?!"

"Tsk tsk, this sword cuts down... Even if it is a strong person of the same level, it will be cut off at the waist."

While muttering to himself, the disciple of Jiuqu Jianzong looked at Xiao Yu on the stage as if he was looking at a dead person.

The spiritual weapon giant sword is completed.

Su Hongyu said coquettishly: "Being able to see this sword is considered a blessing you have cultivated in this life, waste from the Xiao family!"

She manipulated the nine-foot giant sword, and slashed at Xiao Yu's head, the sword was powerful.

Everyone present just watched from a distance, feeling a strong sense of suffocation.

Su Hongyu actually dared to kill her in disregard of the friendship between the two families.

Under the martial arts stage, father Xiao's scalp felt numb when he felt the meaning of killing in the sword.

The speed of the aura giant sword was too fast.

At this moment, if he wanted to rescue him again, it was too late.

There was only time to cry out: "Quickly dodge! You can't bear this sword!"

This sword, let alone Xiao Yu with mediocre talent.

Even Father Xiao himself, as the strongest member of the Xiao family, was not 100% sure that he would be able to take it down.

boom! !

The Juque Lingjian slashed down brazenly, setting off a large cloud of dust.

The might of the sword is terrifying.

Even the indestructible floor of the Martial arts arena was carved with deep sword marks.

The power is evident.

He had just reunited with his son who had been away from home for several years, and he had to bear the pain of losing his son before he even had time to look at him.

Father Xiao felt sad, his eyes were already blood red, and he was about to lead his clan to fight for their lives.

However, a figure slowly walked out of the flying dust.

The crimson battle qi armor was not damaged at all, and it was still as bright as blood.

Such a scene shocked everyone on the spot.

"Yu'er..."

Seeing this, Father Xiao was extremely excited.

His son is fine.

Facing a third-tier cultivator and using such a powerful move, Xiao Yu was not injured at all?
The rest of the Xiao family were also dumbfounded.

Xiao Yu's talent is very clear to them.

Even if he went out for eight years, he encountered a miracle.

But it is impossible to become a Tier [-] cultivator.

No, to be able to withstand this move must be the pinnacle of the third-order cultivators.

Even those with aptitude against the sky need to be cultivated from an early age.

But now, Xiao Yu actually...

"The Xiao family finally has hope!"

They were all in tears and excited.

And Su Hongyu.

Just stupid.

She screamed wildly, "It's impossible!"

The unique knowledge of Jiuqu Sword Sect, coupled with the strength of his mid-level third-level cultivator, didn't kill that waste Xiao Yu?

Not even a single fur was hurt!
And the disciples of Jiuqu Sword Sect also looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to believe it.

This trick of my junior sister.

Even half of the martial arts arena collapsed, how could it not hurt a piece of trash?
"This is the unique skill of the Jiuqu Sword Sect? You are not even qualified!"

At this time, Xiao Yu's eyes were deep, and he walked out of the dusty field, leaving only half of the martial arts arena.

Having withstood Su Hongyu's full-strength sword head-on, he had a rough judgment on his own strength level.

The strength of a mere Tier [-] cultivator is not even qualified to break his defense.

Such unique skills are worthy of being the top sect in the mainland, the Lingxu Sect.

See surroundings.

The forces in the city who were stationed nearby to watch gathered more and more.

Xiao Yu said calmly: "Miss Su, you can try my trick too!"

After the words fell, Xiao Yu's fighting spirit gushed out in his body.

There is a faint gleam on the surface of the body.

Xiao Yu's figure was like a ghost, shooting towards Su Hongyu not far away.

Condensed in his fist, he punched Su Hongyu with a no-frills punch.

The punch was heavy.

There was a bang.

Su Hongyu couldn't even resist, it was like a cannonball being hammered away.

After smashing several stone houses in a row, he stopped in embarrassment.

The mighty Su Hongyu, who was still like a god just now, fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The beautiful eyes are wide open.

One hand caressed the position of the lower abdomen that was beaten, and the lined sword armor that was shattered into several pieces was horrified.