Lu Yuan listened to those people's shouting and his face became gloomy again.

Yes, he had forgotten that a Dou Zun strongman could search the soul.

No matter how he argued, if the other party used soul-searching methods by force, he would not be able to hide the fact that he killed the leader of the Yuyi Sect.

Besides, looking at the way these people seem to be sure of themselves, it’s hard to believe that the person they are looking for is really me.

Even if it wasn't, he was afraid he would have difficulty escaping.

Therefore, at this moment, he was already thinking about how to find the weakest breakthrough point in the upcoming battle to see if he could escape with his life.

Yu Liancheng, who had been staring at Lu Yuan with hatred suppressed in his eyes, took a deep breath and finally spoke:

"Xuan'er, do I have a grudge against you?"

His voice calmed down and it seemed like just a normal inquiry.

Lu Yuan knew that he couldn't hide it, so he was single at this time:

"No grudge."

"Does that mean he has a grudge against you?"

"No complaints."

"You want to take his wealth?"

"good."

"He did ask you for mercy."

"Have."

"Then why don't you forgive him?"

"I killed many of your Yuyi Sect members. If I let him go, will you let me go?"

"Then you can die."

Yu Liancheng's last sentence suddenly became more emphasized.

He attacked without any warning, and four feathers fell off the mask, instantly magnifying dozens of times in front of him. The four colorful feathers turned into the sharpest blades, arranged in a four-way windmill shape, and spun at a high speed, "buzz buzz buzz~!"

With every rotation, the space instantly distorts and concave.

When it rotated to its extreme, large areas of darkness opened up, and as the windmill rotated, a long dark passage was drawn, rolling towards Lu Yuan.

Although Yu Liancheng's attack was sudden, Lu Yuan had already been prepared. A vast aura surged from his body, and his palms pushed out like a dragon. The overwhelming palm force with the power of dissolving came out layer by layer like a water dragon.

Collided head-on with the rotating windmill.

The power of the palm and the windmill were in a stalemate for three breaths before dissipating. The rolling windmill, like a drill bit drilling into the ground, had the force of destruction. It hummed and rotated like a roaring monster, strangling Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's palm power was crushed, as if he had suffered a serious injury. With the force rolling in his throat, he let out a loud "Wow!" and spat out a mouthful of saliva. He then shot backwards like a launched spring.

Seeing Lu Yuan about to break out of the encirclement, the nearest elder sneered, raised his hand and stretched out a strong and thick crane claw, then reached straight for Lu Yuan's back.

There was a spinning windmill in front and a heart-digging claw behind. Lu was about to be crushed into a meat patty by these two attacks.

However, he did a very tricky somersault, with a vast warm current surging through his body, and he punched out with both fists, and his claws collided fiercely with those of the elder who had punched.

The man who made the move had a strong cultivation base, one small realm higher than Lu Yuan, reaching the realm of mid-level Dou Zun.

He also mastered a heavenly-level fighting skill to perfection.

In his eyes, this level of crushing power was used after the opponent had taken a strong attack from the sect leader. If he was lucky, he could rip the opponent's heart out with one claw.

However, he did not expect that the vast crane claws would be completely melted away as soon as they came into contact with the opponent's fists.

If that were all, he wouldn't panic.

After all, although the opponent's palm power is a bit absurdly strong, his own claw power should not be underestimated.

After the two collided, the powerful force in the opponent's fists had been weakened by 70%, not enough to cause any harm to himself.

He tried to catch the opponent's fist with his bare hands and pull him down from mid-air, but he found that the strength of the opponent's fist was terrifying!
It was far beyond his understanding of Dou Zun's physical cultivation.

He wrapped his claws around his fist, and his ten fingers were hit with a few "crackling" sounds, dislocated and flipped backwards.

A finger bone even poked out of the flesh.

His fingers were connected to his heart, and the severe pain in his hands caused him to fall backwards to the ground. He rolled on the ground for several times before stopping, and his nose and mouth hit the pit.

Lu Yuan took advantage of the attack to lean to the side, avoiding the rotating windmill behind him. He landed on his feet and then jumped up like a frog, trying to break through the encirclement of these people.

The road is long at this moment, and I force myself to swallow the blood rising in my throat.

He tried his best to block the attack from the leader of the Yuyi Sect, but still failed.

The terrifying and vast aura contained in it almost disrupted the warm current in his body and made his blood surge.

He has clearly understood.

The power of the Heaven-shaking Palm, after being deduced by the system, is very powerful.

But after all, it is only a low-level heavenly fighting skill that can be practiced by a Dou Zong. It is difficult for it to play a key role in the Dou Zun realm.

The leader of the Yuyi Sect was at a much higher level than him, and he had no way of resisting him.

If I stay here any longer, my body will surely be destroyed within ten rounds!

He couldn't defeat one person.

What's more, there are several masters whose strength is no less than his.

He could only fight and flee, perhaps he could have a chance of survival.

Lu Yuan jumped up and hit his head straight upwards. When he was about fifty steps from the ground, his head seemed to hit a wall. With a "bang", huge ripples were generated and the man was stopped in mid-air.

As expected, this space has been blocked.

After the collision, the head was raised up and hammered down again, hitting the place where ripples were still forming.

“Boom~!!”

The ripples crashed and, under Lu Yuan's powerful force and vast aura, a space crack was created. The space crack gradually spread, and was about to tear a hole in the enveloping blockade force.

However, it spread extremely slowly, and even began to move without any movement.

Lu Yuan watched the space crack with his own eyes. It seemed that it was obstructed by something and could no longer expand, or even disappear.

And the terrifying whistling sound of "Buzz buzz buzz!" sounded again behind him.

He could only turn around and punch the whistling windmill again.

The injuries from taking on the windmill have not yet recovered.

This time, Lu Yuan was injured even more seriously. His chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer and the blood in his throat almost gushed out.

Both hands felt severe pain, and with a "boom!", the man crashed into the invisible blockade behind him, creating ripples, and then bounced down.

He fell to the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face expressionless, his extremely cold gaze roaming over the four people who had surrounded him.

Among the four people who surrounded him, except for the leader of the Yuyi Sect, the other one kept his expression unchanged and walked forward.

The other three people, caught in the other party's cold gaze, all stopped and did not get too close.

This boy had been forced into a desperate situation. He did not even utter a word of begging for mercy, but instead his face showed the madness of a desperado.

How could they not know what the other party was thinking?

If they were ordinary people, they might not care.

But this person is quite powerful. If he is greedy for merit and explodes in desperation, he might really lose himself.

(End of this chapter)