My Master is a God - Chapter 678

[Chapter 678 Who dares to touch the people of Sanxiu City?]

? Jian Jianfan was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He didn’t have time to think about it. His whole body was burning again and he suddenly reached out to grab the fish scales.

“Bang~”

After a blow, the flying fish scales were finally shaken away by him at the cost of burning his blood.

However, the next moment Jian Jianfan’s eyes widened.

“Puff~”

He felt a sharp pain in his dantian and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The human figure in his sight gradually became clear. The real Yang Yiyu pierced his dantian with a sword, and the powerful true qi shattered his dantian and his entire internal organs.

“You…” Jian Jianfan wanted to say something, but he really couldn’t breathe.

“You can die~”

“Ah~” Jian Jianfan screamed.

Yang Yiyu had a cold face and smashed Jian Jianfan’s head with a punch, destroying Jian Jianfan’s dantian and soul.

At this point, Jian Jianfan, who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, died.

The spectators saw Jian Jianfan being punched in the head by Yang Yiyu, and they were all shocked.

At this time, Yang Yiyun had no intention to care about what these people outside the field were thinking. He turned around and set his sights on Fang Dayan and Chang Buzai.

To be honest, the fight between him and Jian Jianfan was less than ten breaths. The duel between masters often happened between breaths. Today, Yang Yiyun can be regarded as a good cultivator. Although he killed Jian Jianfan with the help of his master’s soul in the field, he killed him with his own strength, which can be called a good cultivator. There

are three old immortals, and now there are only two left. The two black and white puppets are not vegetarians either. Their strength is at the level of Jindan Daquan. Although they are suppressed by Fang Dayan of Wuying Sect and Chang Buzai of Qingyang Sect, they are better because the puppets are strong. They can get up and fight quickly after being hit. They are also quite difficult.

Yang Yiyun solved Jian Jianfan with a sneer on his face, and moved his feet and rushed towards Fang Dayan. At the same time, his soul controlled the white-armored puppet to abandon Chang Buzai and turn around to attack Fang Dayan.

Yang Yiyun was ready to kill Fang Dayan in one fell swoop.

With two puppets restraining each other, and if he took action, he would be able to kill Fang Dayan in one fell swoop.

Neither Fang Dayan nor Chang Buzai had a stronger aura than Jian Jianfan. They were both in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but they were also strong and weak.

Moreover, with the assistance of the black and white puppets, Fang Dayan was a dead man in Yang Yiyun’s eyes. He

had sworn at the beginning that if he could get out of the big pit, he would grind the three people to ashes.

Killing Jian Jianfan had already relieved his anger.

The remaining Fang Dayan and Chang Buzai were not a concern.

In a moment, he controlled the two puppets to attack Fang Dayan. Fang Dayan snorted coldly and did not take the two puppets seriously. After all, the puppets’ strength seemed to be only at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core.

Fang Dayan swung a knife in his hand and swept it across the two puppets. Anyway, he did not take the two puppets seriously in his eyes.

“Boom~”

The power of the knife directly chopped the two puppets.

What made Fang Dayan depressed was that the bodies of the two puppets were comparable to spiritual weapons. Not to mention scars, not even a crack was left. They were just chopped away by a knife.

But at this moment, Fang Dayan’s eyelids twitched wildly. He felt the danger and saw Yang Yiyu stabbing him with a sword like lightning. At this time, Fang Dayan knew that he had been fooled. The two puppets were just a feint. What was really fatal was Yang Yiyu’s lightning sword.

He understood, but it was too late.

“Puff~”

“You…” Fang Dayan’s eyes widened. His eyes, which were already big, were now as big as cow’s eyes, with a look of disbelief.

“You can die~”

Yang Yiyu pierced Fang Dayan’s head with a sword. After he finished speaking, he pierced his Dantian with another circle, and his Yuanying didn’t even escape.

He controlled the two puppets to attack Fang Dayan from his soul, and used the skill of “Close to the World” just for this fatal sword.

Fang Dayan died with one sword.

“How dare

you~”

Chang Buzai, who was no longer restrained by the puppet, saw Yang Yiyu punching Fang Dayan, and roared. The magic weapon in his hand was an ancient sword, and he stabbed directly at Yang Yiyu. “Old man, you are here just in time, it’s your turn~”

Yang Yiyu didn’t even look back and hit him with his sword. In the field, even without the naked eye, he could sense Chang Buzai’s sword stabbing.

“Dingdang~”

Yang Yiyu hit Chang Buzai with a sword, and the two were separated by one blow.

At this moment, Chang Buzai’s heart was in turmoil. He watched Yang Yiyu kill two masters in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

If there was a luck factor in killing Jian Jianfan, Chang Buzai didn’t think much about it.

But then he saw Yang Yiyu punch Fang Dayan in his roar and blew him up, and then he fought with him with a sword, and Chang Buzai was not calm anymore.

Because he felt that Yang Yiyu’s sword power was almost the same as his, a person in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and with the addition of the two armored men, Chang Buzai was afraid.

From the beginning to now, in fact, none of them could tell that Yang Yiyu’s black and white puppet was a puppet, but it just felt weirder.

Yang Yiyu looked at Chang Buzai coldly and saw a trace of fear in his eyes, and he smiled immediately. He knew that Chang Buzai’s momentum had fallen behind, and it was only a matter of time before he was killed.

Yang Yiyun raised the Dragon Slaying Sword in his backhand and circulated his Qi. At the same time, a lightning force surrounded the Dragon Slaying Sword.

At this time, Chang Buzai subconsciously retreated and swallowed his saliva. Seeing the lightning on Yang Yiyun’s Dragon Slaying Sword, he was even more afraid. He couldn’t understand how a kid who had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core could have the power of lightning and kill two masters of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in just a few minutes?

As he retreated, Chang Buzai’s eyes spun around. This Yang Yiyun was too weird. He couldn’t go on like this. He was trying to make things right for himself. Then he looked around and saw more than 20 Nascent Soul cultivators who had gathered around him. Among them, there were two people who were still in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the rest were at least in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

Chang Buzai had an idea, and suddenly shouted to the surroundings: “Fellow Daoists, this kid is the one who entered the pit. The marten that everyone was chasing before also entered the underground palace. Now this kid has come out from here. He has many natural treasures from the underground palace, and he knows the whereabouts of the treasure-hunting marten. We can unite to kill him. Fellow Daoists, he is alone now. It is easy for us to kill him together and share the treasure.”

Many masters in the Nascent Soul Realm around, more than 20 people, changed their faces when they heard Chang Buzai’s words. When they saw the light of the big pit barrier before, they had already seen the existence of Chang Buzai, Jian Fan, and Fang Dayan. For more than two months, the three people did not leave and still guarded the pit, which meant that they must have a plan.

Now they know that the kid who fiercely killed two middle-stage Nascent Souls in front of them is the one who entered the underground palace of the pit. The most important thing is that he is very likely to know the whereabouts of the treasure-hunting marten. The talent of the treasure-hunting marten has been seen by many people present. Who can not be tempted?

“Kid, tell me the whereabouts of the treasure-hunting marten, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I may kill you.” Finally, the first person jumped out. He was a sixty-year-old man, and also a master of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

“Wow, kid, I won’t ask about the treasure-hunting marten. Leave the sword in your hand to me, and I will spare your life.” Another master of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, but a strong man with dark skin like an African.

Then, more than ten people in the Nascent Soul Early Stage approached Yang Yiyu directly. There were more

than twenty Nascent Soul masters in total. Two of them were blunt about taking action, and more than ten people in the Nascent Soul Early Stage surrounded them.

There were only seven or eight people who were watching and did not move.

The current situation was that three Nascent Soul Middle Stage finished products surrounded Yang Yiyu. At a glance, there were fourteen people in the Nascent Soul Early Stage waiting for an opportunity to move.

Chang Buzai smiled. This was what he wanted. Now, even if Yang Yiyu was a master in the late Nascent Soul, he couldn’t think of a peaceful ending.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~”

At this moment, seven or eight figures came from a distance.

“Whoever dares to touch the people of Sanxiu City will be an enemy of Li Nuo.”

A sharp and cold voice came before the voice.

Yang Yiyu was shocked and looked up. It was indeed Li Nuo, the great city lord of Sanxiu City, who came with seven Nascent Soul cultivators. He didn’t expect Li Nuo to appear here, and would help him, the nominal deputy city lord of Sanxiu City. In the end, Yang Yiyu was just a figurehead, but Li Nuo showed up to help him, which touched him.

Soon Li Nuo appeared in the scene. At this moment, Li Nuo was dressed in black clothes, and her eyes were like blades looking around.

Many people didn’t dare to look at her.

Li Nuo was the great city lord of Sanxiu City, the real master, who had helped countless cultivators and had a wide network of contacts. This was the terrifying thing about Li Nuo, and many people didn’t dare to offend her.

“Great City Lord~” Yang Yiyu bowed his hands.

“Don’t be afraid, you are now a member of my San Xiu City. Let’s see who dares to touch you today.” As Li Nuo spoke, his eyes were fixed directly on the sturdy man who threatened Yang Yiyu to hand over the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Then he said coldly: “Brother Batu, we haven’t seen each other for eighty years, but you still recognize me, Li Nuo.”

(End of this chapter)