Emperor Leiwu

Chapter 26 What's the matter come to me

"Hey, you brat, you will really cause trouble to the old man."

Seeing Chu Shaoyang calling for help, Lei Potian's helpless voice sounded.

"With the old man's current body, it is impossible to help you, but the old man can lend you something."

"what?"

Chu Shaoyang asked suspiciously.

"The power of thunder spirit."

Lei Potian said: "I have three thunder spirits on my body, I can borrow two of your thunder spirit power."

"What, can I deal with this old guy with two strands of Thunder Spirit's power? How powerful is Thunder Spirit?"

Chu Shaoyang couldn't believe it.

"Hmph, boy, don't underestimate Lei Ling. If it wasn't for the old man's body of a remnant soul, a scum like Yuan Wujing, the old man Lei Ling could kill him thousands of times with just a little bit of lightning."

Lei Potian said disdainfully.

"Fuck, it's so powerful, why don't you lend me all three Thunder Spirits, but only two, it's too little."

Rubbing his hands vigorously, Chu Shaoyang said expectantly.

"Cough cough..."

However, upon hearing these words, Lei Potian almost lost his temper.

"Boy, do you want the old man's life? The old man can live until now, thanks to these three thunder spirits. If I give them all to you, the old man will report to the Palace of the King of Hell."

"Two silks is already the limit of this old man."

"That's it, then okay, two silks are two silks!"

Seeing that the white-haired old man had already started a fight with Ye Mei, Chu Shaoyang couldn't care less.

As his words fell, a scorching air flow rushed into his body.

"Boy, these two strands of thunder spirit power are equivalent to a full-strength strike at the fifth level of Yuanwu Realm. You must use them with caution."

Lei Potian reminded.

"A full-strength attack at the fifth level of Yuan Wujing? That old guy seems to be at the fourth level of Yuan Wujing, it should be enough for him to drink a pot."

Feeling the imperceptible scorching air in his body, Chu Shaoyang's confidence suddenly increased, and he raised his legs and walked towards the field.

"boom!"

"what!"

However, when he was walking towards the field, Ye Mei passed several moves in the opponent's hands, and finally lost. She was blown away by the palm of the white-haired old man, vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

"Girl doll, is it worth it for a kid?"

"You are here to work hard with the old man, maybe that kid has already run away."

Looking at Ye Mei who still refused to tell Chu Shaoyang's whereabouts, the white-haired old man said angrily.

"Old guy, you don't need to provoke me. I killed your grandson. If you have the ability, kill me."

However, facing the aggressive general of the white-haired old man, Ye Mei was indifferent and her face was cold.

"Okay, since you are so eager to seek death, this old man will help you!"

Seeing that persuasion was useless, the white-haired old man finally lost his patience, waved his arms, and prepared to kill Ye Mei.

"You are so old, you actually shot a girl, I really don't know how thick your skin is!"

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Turning his head to look, he saw a thin boy in black walking out of the woods.

"Boy, are you the one who killed my grandson?"

Staring at Chu Shaoyang, when he felt the true thunder energy in his body, the white-haired old man's sunken pupils burst out with murderous intent!
"Yes, I killed your grandson."

Facing the questioning of the white-haired old man, Chu Shaoyang was not afraid.

"Chu Shaoyang, what are you doing back here? Do you want to die? Run away!"

Seeing Chu Shaoyang appear, Ye Mei endured the injury on her body and shouted at him.

Turning his gaze to Ye Mei, when he found that she was spitting out blood, a murderous intent flashed in Chu Shaoyang's eyes, but he quickly recovered.

"You are here to fight for me, if I really escape, then am I, Chu Shaoyang, still a man?"

Turning around slowly, Chu Shaoyang looked at the white-haired old man and said: "I killed your grandson, if you have anything to do, come to me."

When he said this, a trace of thunder spirit power appeared in his palm.

As long as the opponent makes a move, he will fight back without hesitation.

"Elder, this son is only at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. If you kill him yourself, you will lose your face afterwards. It's better to let your disciple do it for you."

However, before the white-haired old man could make a move, a thin young man at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm suddenly stepped out and cupped his fists at him.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man was stunned, and immediately looked around, when he found many sect disciples passing by.

He pondered for a while, then looked at the disciple's sinister face and said: "Okay, but you have to remember, first abolish his cultivation base, and then abolish his limbs. If you dare to kill my grandson, I will make his life worse than death."

"Yes."

Turning around slowly, the thin young man drew out the long sword behind him and looked at Chu Shaoyang with disdain on his face.

"Based on your cultivation at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, it is impossible to kill Senior Brother Yan. It must be that little bitch who injured him, and you took the opportunity to sneak attack."

"Today, let me end your life."

As soon as the words fell, the thin young man took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand turned into shadows of swords, stabbing towards Chu Shaoyang violently.

"You can insult me, but you shouldn't scold her!"

When seeing Ye Mei would rather die than tell the white-haired old man his whereabouts, Chu Shaoyang unknowingly developed an inexplicable affection for him, and when he heard the other party insulting her, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Look, isn't that the Great Elder of Tianjian Pavilion? What is he doing, did he find the two people who killed his grandson?"

Just as the thin young man rushed towards Chu Shaoyang, those passing disciples came over curiously.

"At the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, you want to kill me too?!"

"roll!"

However, facing the sky full of sword shadows, Chu Shaoyang directly ignored them, and rushed out of his body.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, there was a clear and crisp applause, and everyone was shocked to see that thin young man vomited blood, flew upside down, and when he fell to the ground, he spit out his broken teeth all over the ground.

a slap!

Facing a martial artist at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, Chu Shaoyang only slapped him!

"The peak of the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm faced the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and he only slapped him with a slap. No wonder he dared to kill the grandson of the elder of the Tianjian Pavilion. This kid is strong enough!"

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were secretly surprised.

"Xiao Yun, go and kill this little bastard!"

Compared to the others, seeing this scene, the white-haired old man's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes swept towards his disciples, and he called out to a young man in white with an indifferent expression.

This person is the strongest among his inner disciples of Tianjian Pavilion, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth level of Lingwu Realm.

With such a cultivation base, he is even stronger than his grandson.

If he couldn't kill Chu Shaoyang even with such a cultivation level, then even if he was shameless, he would still kill Chu Shaoyang.

"Yes."

Hearing the elder's summons, Xiao Yun carried a long sword on his back, walked out of the crowd with a cold expression, and walked towards Chu Shaoyang with an incomparably domineering aura.

"The peak of the eighth level of the Spirit Martial Realm?"

Feeling the coercion brought by the other party, Chu Shaoyang frowned.

At the peak of the eighth level of Lingwu Realm, his strength is almost the same as his.

If you want to win, it depends on whose martial arts are better!

(End of this chapter)