Proficiency: Tens Of Millions Of Practice

Chapter 392 Noisy Heaven Que Pavilion

Augusto coughed a few times, and floated back with some embarrassment on his face.

Just now he was beaten up and down by the giant beast, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

It is Wang Yu's last knife that can solve the giant beast's cruelty.

If he had known that the opponent was so powerful, he would not have shot so hastily at the beginning.

Wang Yu landed and began to draw the power of the blood of this giant beast.

Nowadays, only the power of the bloodline above the protoss level can have a certain devouring value.

This left him in the original half-rotational star field, and there were not many suitable devouring targets for him.

Considering this way, this place where brutal demons are prevalent may allow him to gain a lot while exploring.

Soon, the power of the bloodline of this giant beast was successfully drained by him.

Augusto, who was at the side, was looking at the corpse of the giant beast, and suddenly found something.

Reappearing the sacred spear in his hand, he directly slashed and pulled it away from the giant beast's head.

Stretching out his hand, a golden object flew out of a piece of brainstem bone, floating above Augusto's palm.

Looking carefully, it was a small piece of golden bone, about the length of a finger, on which the original energy of Zhelong surged, making Augusto's face solemn and cautious.

Compared with the other bones of the giant beast Violent Demon, this small piece of golden bone is obviously different, and it is obviously not originally grown from the giant beast Violent Demon's body.

It is more like a foreign object, implanted in the body of the giant beast.

Looking closely at the golden bone, Augusto felt a sense of trepidation inexplicably.

"This, what is it?" Augusto frowned and observed.

Just at this moment, a perception suddenly came from afar and landed on the golden bone in his hand.

"Ok?!"

Wang Yu, who had just extracted the blood of the giant beast, was also aware of this external perception, and immediately broke away from the cultivation state.

Looking up, the horizon in the distance continued to extend and lengthen, and was quickly locked in one place by him.

There are several figures rapidly approaching his position.

"Human Race!" Wang Yu saw the appearance of the other party at a glance, no different from Human Race.

At this time, he also noticed the golden bone in Augusto's hand, and couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

"I don't know, it's on the giant beast Violent Demon. I watched it and took it off." Augusto shook his head.

Wang Yu faintly noticed that those human races seemed to be coming towards the golden bone in Augusto's hand.

"Take this severed bone and get out of here first." Although he saw the human races from other branches in the universe with his own eyes, Wang Yu did not let down his vigilance against them just because they were of the same race.

He still has the blood of the giant beast Violent Demon that he just absorbed, which has not yet been devoured and fused. If a battle breaks out at this moment, this bloodline of the giant beast Violent Demon may lose control in his body, which is somewhat disadvantageous for him.

The two quickly disappeared in place, and after a while, those figures appeared in their original positions, looking at the corpse of the giant beast below, with different expressions.

There were four men and two women in the team, wearing delicate bluish-white long gowns, the men were handsome, and the women had the aura of immortality.

Each of them stepped on a flying sword, and a special high-level energy flowed in it, making them all extraordinary.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a white jade hair crown on his head. He had a serious face, stared at the corpse of the giant beast with bright eyes, and then looked in the distance where Wang Yu and Wang Yu left.

"Damn, this resentful lin was taken first, what about our mission?" A young man in the team said dissatisfied.

"What are the origins of those two, are they people from the lineage of the old emperor?"

The rest of the people frowned when they heard the young man talking about the Blessed Emperor.

The leading middle-aged man caressed the two tufts of mustaches on his chin, and snorted coldly, "Even if they are from the lineage of Bulaodi, we have to look at their background and follow!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man made seals with his hands, and the imperial sword under his feet shone brighter.

The sword light pierced the sound barrier, and several people rushed towards Wang Yu at an extremely fast speed.

"Here we come!" Augusto sensed the approach of the pursuer for the first time, and turned around to look.

Wang Yu sighed secretly in his heart, the speed of the opponent was faster than expected, and he didn't give them a chance to run away at all.

His eyes fell on the opponent's flying sword.

This is obviously not an ordinary flying sword. The opponent's ability to speed up so much is probably due to the flying sword.

Wang Yu was looking at the other party, and the other party was also scanning him and Augusto.

The middle-aged man looked suspicious.

He confirmed that Wang Yu was a human, but Augusto was obviously not.

And even though Wang Yu was a human race, he couldn't detect the other party's background.

"Your Excellency is a member of the lineage of the old emperor." The middle-aged man couldn't see it, so he chose to ask first.

The language he spoke was actually the common ancient language of the ancient human race.

Wang Yu could understand what the other party said, and faintly sensed that the other party seemed to be coming in a bad way. As for Bulaodi's lineage, he had never heard of it.

"Who are you?" Wang Yu suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and instead of answering the other party immediately, he asked aloud.

His tone was a little blunt, showing no sign of weakness, pretending to be full of confidence, and giving the impression of a tough backstage.

He judged that the other party might accept this trick.

Sure enough, although the middle-aged man looked impatient, he seemed to have some scruples.

"A lineage of Yuan Xianzun, a disciple of the inner sect of Xuantian Que Pavilion."

The middle-aged man declared himself his family, and he was also full of confidence. He thought that the status of the inner disciple of the Xuantian Que Pavilion was extraordinary.

It's just that Wang Yu had never heard of Yuan Xianzun and Xuantian Que Pavilion before.

"What did you stop us for today?" Wang Yu asked with a frown.

"Your Excellency, you haven't declared your family name yet." The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"Uncle Yang, why bother so much? After taking this keel, we will go back and hand in the task." Wu Yangyu, who looked young and handsome, stood on the flying sword, a little impatiently.

The middle-aged man was silent, just staring at Wang Yu, as if he wanted to see through him.

Wang Yu secretly sighed in his heart, it seems that the human race is a human race after all, no matter where it is, the habit of fighting for profit will basically not change.

"I don't know what a keel is." Wang Yu said coldly.

The first contact with other branches of the human race, the scene was not so harmonious, and even made him a little disappointed.

Yang Butong's complexion darkened, and he was a little annoyed by Wang Yu's neither declaring his identity nor cooperating with him.

He represents the Xuantian Quege, the upper-level forces of Yuan Xianzun's lineage, and is well-known.

There are very few people who don't give face to these Xuantian Quege disciples when they go out.

"It seems that Your Excellency doesn't take my Xuantian Que Pavilion seriously." Yang Budong said in a deep voice.

"I didn't know what Xuantian Quege was before, but seeing your overbearing style of doing things, I guess you were bandits somewhere." Wang Yu pursed his lips and said flatly.

"How daring!" Wu Yangyu couldn't listen anymore, and compared the inner sect disciples of their majestic Noble Heaven Que Pavilion to bandits and bandits. He was young and energetic, and he had never heard of such things.

With a light step on the foot, Feijian suddenly shot out a sword light, hitting Wang Yu directly.

It seems that the grade is not very old, but this person already has the strength of the late stage of the super star envoy, and the number of cosmic power in his body is probably seventy or eighty.

The sword light was extremely fierce, as if it wanted to split everything.

Augusto on the side has been watching with cold eyes. After all, this is a struggle within the human race, and he did not intervene rashly.

And based on his understanding of Wang Yu's strength, he didn't need to respond to such an attack threat.

Wang Yu stood silently on the spot, facing the sword light without dodging or avoiding it, but with a wave of his hand, the seemingly unstoppable sword light shattered in an instant.

Wu Yangyu's eyes widened and his heart shook.

He didn't expect that Wang Yu's seemingly ordinary appearance hides such a powerful physique.

He didn't even see Wang Yu use the power of the universe, he just waved his hand casually just now.

Wu Yangyu didn't believe it, he made a tactic with both hands, and drew out the second sword from his waist.

The blade is wide and long, and the sword is as majestic as the sea.

Superspiritual Swordsmanship·Xiaotian Sword!

Realizing that Wang Yu might be a bit tricky, Wu Yangyu directly cast the spell with all his strength this time, and used the sure-kill sword.

This sword technique is named after Xuantian, which also shows its status in the sword technique of Xuantian Que Pavilion.

Only inner sect disciples can learn it, and those who have learned this sword technique can be called true Xuantian Quege disciples.

In an instant, the power of the sword on Wu Yangyu's body changed completely, and clouds of air from all directions gathered on his blade.

The haze above the head was instantly dispersed, and it was the first time Wang Yu saw the night sky above the haze in the past few days.

A few brighter stars can be vaguely seen dotted in this strange darkness.

Wu Yangyu's face flushed red, his blood vessels burst out, this time his sword power had been condensed to the limit.

"Destroy!"

When Wu Yangyu's sword fell, even Augusto, who was at the Astral Realm level, was a little surprised that the opponent was able to unleash such a powerful attack.

In his opinion, this level of sword power has far exceeded the opponent's level of strength.

Of course, although it is amazing enough, it has not yet reached the Astral Realm.

With a flick of Wang Yu's fingers, powerful energy shot out along with a tiny purple saber air.

It seems inconspicuous, but it directly smashed the opponent's sword again.

Not only that, the purple saber energy pierced through the chaos, and arrived in front of Wu Yangyu in an instant.

Ziyi was reflected in the young disciple's eyes, showing the fear of death.

At the critical moment, it was the middle-aged man who led the team to make a timely move.

He also struck out a sword, and in front of Wu Yangyu's eyes, he knocked out the purple saber energy.

However, although the life of this young disciple was saved, Wu Yangyu, who was close at hand, was injured by the close collision of saber energy and sword energy.

Clutching his face and howling in pain, he fell to the side and was protected by the leading middle-aged man, Yang Budong.

Wu Yangyu lowered his hands tremblingly, revealing a face that was beyond recognition.

The handsome look before is gone forever.

A pair of bloodshot pupils stared fixedly at Wang Yu.

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't really like the look in your eyes."

He finally gave up his last illusion, the illusion of peaceful coexistence with other branches of the human race.

At least the few human races he met for the first time left a very unfriendly impression on him.

With the operation of the spiritual seed in his body, a large amount of Ziwei star power emerged, pooled in his palm, and condensed into a purple knife.

"Do you want to help?" Augusto asked at this time.

"No need." Wang Yu said flatly.

The leading middle-aged man's attack just now gave him an insight into the opponent's level of strength.

Although he also has the cultivation base of the Astral Realm, it is not as good as him.

As for the other disciples of the inner sect, they are only super-level star envoys, and their strength is about the same level as that of Wu Yangyu. Even if they are good enough, these human geniuses are still too immature for him to be regarded as opponents.

Wang Yu slashed out again, seemingly ordinary, but it made the middle-aged man feel terrified.

Super Spiritual Swordsmanship·Chao Tian Que!

The power of this sword that Yang Butong used far surpassed that of Wu Yangyu, but it was still not as powerful as Wang Yu's sword.

"Quick back!" Yang Budong yelled, dodging hastily, dodging the aftermath of Wang Yu's knife.

Wu Yangyu suddenly had a crazy warning in his heart, and wanted to escape.

One hand was already clasped around his neck, and he met Wang Yu's dark purple eyes in response.

"No!" Wu Yangyu seemed to have a premonition of his end, but it was difficult to shout out a word in a panic.

The next moment, Wang Yu exerted strength with his hands and directly crushed the opponent's throat. Ziwei Star Power penetrated into his body, destroying his body organs, muscles and bones, and completely cut off his vitality.

Seeds of resentment towards him had already been planted in the opponent's heart, Wang Yu knew this, and it was impossible to let a potential future enemy go.

Even if he is also a human race.

Only at this time did Yang Budong turn around and sense that Wu Yangyu's flame of life had been extinguished, and while furious in his heart, he was more frightened of Wang Yu.

This guy, who doesn't look like a mountain or dew, thought he was a lone wolf who had never seen the world, but he didn't expect to be so powerful.

He already knew that if he continued to fight, he might lose.

But retreating like this, if it is passed back, not only will Xuantian Quege's reputation be damaged, but they will all be punished by Quege.

If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have acted so recklessly before.

With mixed feelings in his heart, thousands of thoughts came to his mind, and finally he decided that saving his life is the most important thing, what is the matter of honor and disgrace, life and death are not as important as life.

There is only one life, and if you lose it, you really have nothing.

After returning home, investigate Wang Yu's details before making other plans.

With a decision in my heart, I don't care about Wu Yangyu's life or death at this moment, and transmit the sound to several other disciples.

"Retreat first, return to Que Pavilion!"

When his words spread, the other disciples were also shocked.

They haven't seen the situation so quickly yet, and now that the leader of the team, Yang Budong, has said so, it means that even this super powerful senior brother can't do anything to him.

A few people are not stupid, such a powerful enemy, if they don't run now, it's better to wait.

Immediately thought about turning around and leaving.

At this moment, the surrounding space suddenly condensed, and the dim light shone in all directions.

An invisible force surrounded them, and only stars could be seen condensing.

The inner sect disciples of Xuantian Que Pavilion struggled in this place, and the stars surrounded them, as if they were really releasing the gravitational force of the celestial body, pulling them, making them unable to advance or retreat.

Ziwei Xuanfa·Xingluo Chessboard!

(end of this chapter)