The last time we fought with him, both sides suffered losses.

Now... I'm afraid he can only be injured.

"Uncle Master..."

The old man of Qingyun Tower did not expect such a situation.

It can be said that this is his biggest trump card this time.

He felt that once the trump card was revealed, Xiao Chen and the others would all die.

The result was good, Xiao Chen and the others were not caught in one fell swoop, and their crisis became even greater.

"Break the formation first..."

When Patriarch Qingming saw the burly shadow being suppressed by Xiao Chen, he immediately made a decision not to kill Xiao Chen but to leave first.

If Xiao Chen is suppressed now, they can go up and kill Xiao Chen in a short time.

"ah……"

Just when the old man from Qingyun Tower nodded, a scream sounded out.

He turned around and looked with angry eyes: "How dare you..."

"Master, save me...ah..."

A young man screamed, and his chest was torn open by Zhao Laomo's black golden claws.

He is Wei Zichen's junior brother and the old man's disciple...with half-step innate strength.

Although innate battles are breaking out everywhere on Cangxia Cliff, there are also half-step innate battles.

However, Half-step Xiantian is the weakest battlefield.

Zhao Laomo and several half-step innates are also surrounding the half-step innates of Qingyun Tower and Qingyan Sect.

Moreover, it has the absolute upper hand.

"Whoever kills me at Qingyun Tower will definitely destroy your nine clans."

The old man from Qingyun Tower stared at Old Demon Zhao, his voice extremely cold.

"Pooh……"

Zhao Laomo was not afraid at all. Not only was he not afraid, he actually spat.

"Who are you trying to scare? You want to destroy my nine tribes...I can't even find my nine tribes, but you can find them, I thank you!"

"..."

When the old man of Qingyun Tower saw this, he became even more angry. How dare he treat him like this, just a half-step innate?

In the ancient martial arts world, innate talent cannot be insulted, but in the outer world... Although there are many innate talents, there are very few strong people in the sixth level, and they cannot be insulted either.

"You don't have to stare at me. If we were in the same situation, I would kill you like a chicken..."

Old Demon Zhao sneered.

"Want to kill me? You should consider whether you can leave alive."

After listening to Old Demon Zhao's words, the old man from Qingyun Tower felt his heart sink and suppressed his anger.

Today, Xiao Chen really dares to kill them all?

Aren't you afraid of Qingyun Tower's revenge?

But thinking about it again, Xiao Chen killed many innates of the Tianji sect... but he didn't dare to kill them.

"Not enough opportunities? Don't wait...if you wait any longer, there will be no chance."

Suddenly, Xiao Chen roared again, and the Xuanyuan knife pierced the burly shadow.

The golden dragon shadow appeared, roared, and began to devour the soul power.

Xiao Chen's left fist also shot out again, hitting the burly shadow.

"ring……"

The burly shadow roared, and he saw that it was not Xiao Chen who threatened him, but the bone ring in his hand!

What level of magic weapon is this? It can actually bring a threat to him!

"kill!"

As Xiao Chen suppressed the burly shadow again, Wan Tu, who joined Ancestor Qing Ming, shouted loudly.

The knife he was supposed to slash at Xiao Yi was withdrawn at a strange angle, and then thrust out again.

Click...poof!

The body-protecting Gang Qi burst, and the sound of a blade entering the body was heard.

"ah!"

A scream sounded on Cangxia Cliff.

Ancestor Qingming staggered back, a blood hole appeared in his ribs, and blood spurted out.

His old face, distorted by severe pain, was full of shock and disbelief.

The one who stabbed him... turned out to be Wan Tu!

Not only Ancestor Qingming couldn't believe it, Xiao Yi and others... were also stunned.

What's going on?

Why did the Qingyan Sect's elders, who had been slaughtered by thousands, suddenly take action against the Qingming Patriarch?

"Wantu..."

On Cangxia Cliff, it became much quieter, and many battles stopped.

Almost everyone's attention was focused on Patriarch Qing Ming and Wan Tu.

This sudden change shocked everyone.

"Wantu..."

Ancestor Qing Ming covered the bloody hole in his ribs, stared at Wan Tu, and roared.

"Why!"

"No...impossible..."

Wei Lanzhe said something, but he couldn't believe it either.

"grandfather……"

Wan Hao, who was hiding in the corner, also widened his eyes.

How is this possible?

"Why?"

Wan Tu succeeded with one blow and did not pursue again. Instead, he looked at Patriarch Qing Ming with a somewhat complicated expression.

But soon, his expression returned to coldness and his voice became colder.
Chapter completed!