Fantasy: Please Don't Grab Me, I'm The Son Of Destiny!

The seventh-rank middle stage powerhouse came as soon as he said it, and he was in front of him in an instant.

Jiang Yu's face darkened, and he took a half step forward calmly, blocking Zhan Hongyan behind him.

"It's just you two, killing so many of my subordinates, ruining my good deeds?"

"Perhaps, it's not just your subordinates that I want to kill, but you too."

"Ha, since I entered the seventh rank, it is the first time that a ninth rank ants dare to talk to me like this, boy, do you know who I am?"

"How do you know I won't kill the unknown?"

With a sneer, Jiang Yu said flatly.

"Arrogance! Alright, today I will let you know how powerful my four-handed Shura is!"

"I don't know who it is, it turned out to be Yang Yidao, an old dog with four claws."

The four-handed Shura Yang Yidao was furious when he heard the words, and shouted: "I want to die!"

After the words fell, Yang Yidao raised his hand, and suddenly held a blood-red scimitar in his hand.

The reason why this person is called "four-handed Shura" is derived from this machete.

The blood red color on the knife body is not the true color of the knife, but the color changed due to killing too many people and absorbing too much blood.

It's just that not many master cultivators died under Yang Yidao's hands, but most of them were innocent villagers who had no power to restrain their chickens.

In the land ruled by the Aurora Sect, he had committed numerous murders, and what he practiced was a secret technique called "Blood Devil Crazy Saber".

The key to practicing this magic skill is to kill people and be bloodthirsty. The more people you kill, the deeper the skill will be.

The Aurora Sect once issued a mission that whoever kills this person will get 20 sect merits.

However, he was escaped by this person and disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, he joined the Money Gang, so it can be said that they are like-minded.

As soon as the scimitar came out, there was a gust of blood, and two blood-red blade lights rushed towards Jiang Yu in an instant.

Jiang Yu's complexion sank, and the black iron epee suddenly stood in front of him.

The bloody saber light fell on the black iron epee, and there were only two crisp sounds of "Dang Dang", without even causing any waves.

Yang Yidao's complexion changed suddenly, and he was surprised: "You can block my knife so easily and freely?"

"It's more than just a knife, look at my epee without a front!"

With a laugh, Jiang Yu made a sudden move. With the Realm of the ninth rank, facing the master of the middle stage of the seventh rank, he did not retreat but advanced, and suddenly cut out with a sword.

The spiritual light surged and gathered on the epee, and suddenly a spiritual light condensed, and it slashed at Yang Yidao.

Rolling coercion, such as Mount Tai crushing the top, the mountains collapsed.

Yang Yidao's expression changed again and again, he was completely overwhelmed by shock, he let out a cry, drew back and retreated, and slashed dozens of knives with his backhand in a hurry.

The sword glow flickered, and it all fell on the sword glow, and it was difficult to completely offset it.

The settled Yang Yidao pointed at Jiang Yu and shouted: "How can you, a ninth-rank disciple, have such terrifying strength?"

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, and whispered to Hongyan Zhan behind him, "Junior Sister Zhan, take a step first, I'll meet you later."

Zhan Hongyan narrowed her eyes, glanced at Yang Yidao, surprisingly did not refuse, nodded and left directly.

Seeing that Zhan Hongyan was about to leave, a ferocious look flashed in Yang Yidao's eyes, and he said fiercely: "Want to leave? How can it be so easy!"

With a wave of his hands, a blood-colored sword light emerged, and went straight to Zhan Hongyan's back.

In a blink of an eye, the Sword Ray flashed in Zhan Hongyan's hand, and the sword shattered the sword light, and his figure disappeared after a few flashes.

Yang Yidao was dumbfounded, and said in disbelief: "What kind of monsters are you two? A ninth-rank has the power to shake mountains, and an eighth-rank can condense Sword intent!"

"There are some things that people like you can't understand, so you should obediently lead your neck and be killed."

With a chuckle, Jiang Yu walked forward while speaking.

Seeing this, a look of madness appeared in Yang Yidao's eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "I'll let you meet today, why am I called Four-Handed Shura!"

"Even if you are an eight-handed centipede, you have to be punished here today!"

Jiang Yu raised his hand, pointing at the black iron epee, the aura on the edge of the sword fluctuated, and an incredible power seemed to be brewing in it.

The majesty of the thunder and the heavy pressure of the mountains seem to be vividly remembered.

Before the sword was released, Yang Yidao's heart was at a loss, and without any hesitation, he immediately activated the Blood Devil secret method.

His eyes instantly turned blood red, his face was distorted, his veins burst, and pieces of blood stained most of his face, making him look like a ghost from The Underworld.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly bowed forward. Under the shaking of his shoulders, a blood mist exploded from his back. With a turn of the Blood Devil scimitar, it was divided into four and held in four hands respectively.

Four-handed Shura, indeed!

Facing such a strange and terrifying scene, the expression on Jiang Yu's face never changed at all.

On the black iron epee in his hand, the aura was getting stronger and stronger, and the coercion was getting stronger and stronger. He walked towards Yang Yidao step by step without hurrying.

He succeeded in performing the forbidden magic technique, and his strength increased greatly, but Yang Yidao still felt the huge pressure.

It was this kind of pressure that made him both angry and shocked. At this moment, the power of Jiang Yu in front of him had completely surpassed the limit that a person of ninth rank could possess.

He even felt that what he was facing was not a ninth rank, but a sixth rank powerhouse!

"die!"

Under the tremendous pressure, Yang Yidao could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart, let out a roar, and swung the Blood Devil scimitar with four arms at the same time.

The four blade lights shot out at the same time, collided suddenly, and condensed into a huge full moon blood-colored blade light, which slashed towards Jiang Yu.

Where the sword glow passed, the earth was torn apart and a deep gully was torn directly, falling directly on Jiang Yu's body.

boom!

With a loud bang, the knife glow went straight through Jiang Yu's figure and hit the hill behind him, blasting the hill into a huge crater.

But Jiang Yu's figure suddenly began to disintegrate inch by inch until he completely disappeared.

That turned out to be just an illusion!

Yang Yidao was stunned, his blood-stained face was full of bewilderment.

The majestic seventh-rank middle stage powerhouse was actually played by a ninth-rank disciple in the palm of his hand. With just one illusion, he was forced to use the forbidden technique to save his life, in an attempt to kill him with one blow.

The more powerful the Blood Devil Knife he used just now, the more ridiculous it looks at this moment.

"I was deceived by Illusion Art? Was I deceived by a ninth-grade waste with clumsy Illusion Art?"

With blank eyes, Yang Yidao made a raving sound.

In the next second, he went completely crazy.

"Ahhh... die, I want you to die! How dare you play tricks on me, I will tear you to pieces!"

A shrill roar resounded through the forest, and in the mountain not far away, Jiang Yu's figure flickered, accompanied by Zhan Hongyan.

Hearing the voice, a smile appeared on his face. ?