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Chen Yu's life was not injured by Deng Jiuchao's two shots, which naturally revealed the fact that he was seriously injured.

He is the last of his strength!

"Stop disgusting me, can two men practice?"

Chen Yu shielded Lu Xiaoya from rushing behind him, and glared at Deng Jiuchao.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and pushed Lu Xiaoya away, "Junior Sister, go a little further and see how Brother wakes up today."

"Who said two men can't practice"

Deng Jiuchao licked his lips and smiled.

Chen Yu stared at Deng Jiuchao's lips, and was instantly nauseated.

He is not interested in men's lips at all, he only likes the lips of beautiful women.

Both Chen Yu and Deng Jiuchao were in no hurry to act, and when Lu Xiaoya was a little further away, they didn't want her to suffer from the fish pond.

When Lu Xiaoya ran about a thousand meters away, Chen Yu smiled coldly, jumped up high, and slashed out with a fierce sword, "Weeping Blood Sword, bloody thunder ball!"

The sword gang spewed out, and instantly turned into a bloody thunder ball the size of a water tank and slammed into Deng Jiuchao.

Deng Jiuchao smiled disdainfully, waved the folding fan in his hand, and a strong wind rose out of thin air, instantly twisting the bloody thunderball away.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed, turning into an afterimage, and rushed to Chen Yu in an instant, pinching his neck.

Chen Yu reacted extremely quickly and slashed out with a sword, forcing Deng Jiuchao back.

"Response is not slow, Dachao grabs the hand!"

Zheng Jiuchao threw the folding fan into the air, and with both hands bent into claws, he repeatedly grabbed Chen Yu from the air.

Several strands of strength gathered in the air and turned into a huge palm to grab Chen Yu.

The palm is about the size of a large truck, and it grabs it overwhelmingly, with a powerful coercion.

This move, Zheng Jiuchao is bound to succeed, he insists on severely injuring and restraining Chen Yu.

Chen Yu was terrified, backed away quickly, and swiped several swords at the same time, "Weeping Blood Sword, the Wall of Ten Thousand Swords!"

A blood-red city wall appeared out of thin air, and rushed towards the huge palm!

boom!

The huge palm grasped the blood-red city wall, and dissipated at the same time with a loud explosion.

"Mom, isn't this too powerful?"

Lu Xiaoya, who was watching the battle from a distance, stared at her beautiful eyes and muttered to herself.

The blow that he was determined to win was easily resolved by Chen Yu, and Deng Jiuchao's expression changed instantly, and he turned around and fled.

After several shots, his spiritual power has been exhausted, and if he continues to fight, he will be exhausted to death.

"If you want to escape, have you asked about the Weeping Blood Sword in my hand?"

Chen Yu smiled coldly, and threw the Weeping Blood Sword flying with his hands, "The Weeping Blood Sword, chase after thousands of miles!"

The Weeping Blood Sword turned into a blood-red light and flew away through the air.

"Deng Jiuchao, take your life!"

At the same time, Mo Yanyan flew over suddenly, slapped Deng Jiuchao from the air, and stopped him.

The rapid escape was blocked, and before Deng Jiuchao could avoid Mo Yanyan's powerful palm, he was hit in the back by the Weeping Blood Sword chasing after him.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yanyan's powerful palm struck Deng Jiuchao from the air, and smashed him to the ground.

spray!

Deng Jiuchao spurted blood, sat up and stared at Mo Yanyan, who was falling slowly, in disbelief, "Junior Sister, you recovered so quickly, I, I..."

I can't rest my eyes!

It's okay to meet Chen Yu, a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. Deng Jiuchao didn't understand why Mo Yanyan recovered so quickly.

The power of her palm is comparable to her prime state.

Mo Yanyan recovered [-]% to [-]% of her strength, but Deng Jiuchao only recovered less than [-]% of her strength.

"There are still many things you don't know, and you can't live without doing your own crimes!"

Chen Yu stepped forward and kicked Deng Jiuchao a few times, "Isn't it good to practice and practice outside? If you insist on coming to trouble us, aren't you tired of life and looking for death?"

"For the sake of being a fellow student, you should bury him!"

Mo Yanyan stared at Deng Jiuchao's deathless corpse, then shook her head slightly sadly.

They used to practice martial arts together, steal wine and drink together, but people's hearts will always change!

At the same time, in a cave thousands of miles away, Lin Guan'er, who was meditating with her legs crossed, suddenly opened her eyes and muttered to herself, "My teacher spared your life back then, I never thought you would die!"

After finishing speaking, she narrowed her eyes slightly again, with a look of wandering in the sky.

In response to Mo Yanyan's order, Chen Yu buried Deng Jiuchao in a pit, and picked up a sheepskin booklet while dragging the body.

"My lady, the great harm is gone, let's go home and drink to celebrate."

Holding the sheepskin booklet, Chen Yu walked towards Mo Yanyan and Lu Xiaoya who were waiting not far away with a smile on his face.

"Ah, smelly shameless!"

Before Chen Yu could approach, Lu Xiaoya exclaimed, turned around covering her face, and fled in despair.

"Why am I shameless?"

Chen Yu muttered to himself depressedly.

Mo Yanyan blushed and pointed at Chen Yu, "Don't you think it's very cool?"

Chen Yu glanced down subconsciously, only to realize that he was not wearing any clothes.

All his clothes were shredded by Deng Jiuchao's palm.

"Hey, it's much cooler this way, lady, why don't you cool off with your husband too."