Destroying the Immortals

Chapter 556 What are the last words
Qin Yu's eyes were indifferent, and there was an ice-cold light in his eyes. The fish-dragon sword slashed out angrily, swish swish swish, and the three swords swiped out at the same time. All the shadows of the spears were under his sharp sword. They shattered and burst.

The Fish Dragon Sword collided with the battle spear, and in an instant, Zuo Xingling felt a terrifying force coming from it, his long spear was directly shaken away, and his whole arm seemed to be paralyzed.

"How did this happen?" Zuo Xingling's face was full of disbelief. Although he didn't try his best, he was actually knocked back by Qin Yu when he confronted him head-on.
Before he could fully react from his stupefaction.

A low murderous rebuke sounded in his ears.

"Kill." Qin Yu's figure burst out again, and came directly in front of him. The Yulong sword passed by like a ghost, and directly flew towards his throat.

A chill came over, making Zuo Xingling chill all over, his body could only dodge backwards at a high speed, barely raised the battle gun, and laid it across in front of him.

Keng!
There was a pleasant sound of metal collisions, and Zuo Xingling felt a terrifying power coming from the front again, causing his body to be shaken away in the air, and he retreated a long way.

"You are dead."

An angry roar came from his mouth, Zuo Xingling had a look of humiliation on his face, he was repeatedly repulsed by this trash, it was simply intolerable.

Qin Yu held the fish-dragon sword in his hand, and behind him were the wings of the wind and thunder. He stepped forward, and his body moved a few feet with each step, like a ghost.

As he stepped out, that terrifying power became more and more powerful, making it hard to breathe.

The speed of his every move gradually increased, until finally, he could only see a straight residual line appearing above the void.

"break."

With an indifferent growl, when Qin Yu's figure reappeared, he had already come within half a foot of Zuo Xingling. The speed of appearing and disappearing made Zuo Xingling tremble all over.

Zuo Xingling's pupils shrank fiercely, and the pupils formed a thin straight line!

The Fish-Dragon Sword tore through the air and pierced straight towards him. In an instant, it was about to land on his heart.

Qin Yu's close combat is really too strong, and his swordsmanship is overbearing and weird, making it hard to guard against.

Zuo Xingling swung his spear horizontally and spun the spear to form a barrier in front of him. Qin Yu's sharp sword pierced out and landed on the barrier, but was shaken away by a huge force.

But, next moment!
Qin Yu's figure disappeared again like a lingering wind.

The chill completely enveloped Zuo Xingling, as if his whole body was immersed in a thousand-year cold pool. The murderous aura that bloomed from Qin Yu's body surged from all directions, but he couldn't judge Qin Yu's direction.

puff-

A bone-piercing chill suddenly came from behind, causing Zuo Xingling to tremble all over, relying on instinct to dodge, however, the Fish Dragon Sword still struck him, leaving a trail of blood behind.

"Mice, don't hide your head and show your tail, come out and fight head-on!"

Zuo Xingling roared angrily, he could only see afterimages surrounding him, each of which pointed at Qin Yu's real body with a murderous aura.

"You can't even attack me, and you still have the face to say such shameless words, it's just ridiculous." Qin Yu's sarcasm fell, and there was another puff, and a bloodstain was drawn on Zuo Xingling's arm, dripping with blood .

"However, since you want to see this young master's true strength, I will let you die in peace." After speaking, Qin Yu erupted with a more terrifying murderous aura.

Waves of power of artistic conception continued to gather on him.

Wind and thunder, water and fire, killing, the five artistic conceptions bloomed at the same time.

Qin Yu's body rose against the void, and the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, as if to completely crush everything below him. His whole body was bathed in the endless realm of artistic conception, as sacred as a god, majesty.

Even the Third Prince and Princess Chenyu in the distance felt a sense of suffocation.

As for Zuo Xingling in the middle, his pupils trembled even more violently. He raised his head and looked at the white-clothed figure above him, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

Now, he seems to be facing a master, with overwhelming power, which makes him feel a sense of submission.

"No! Absolutely! How can this trash be my opponent!" He roared wildly, and the power of artistic conception also exploded wildly, and a bloody field appeared around him.

The entire area was filled with blood, and his eyes were red, and he had completely fallen into madness.

That bloody aura crazily gathered towards the battle gun in his hand, making that battle gun even more chilling, as if it wanted to break through the sky with its sharpness.

"Dragon Yin Kill." He yelled in a low voice, like a thunderclap, and the spear rushed up along with his body. The battle spear seemed to turn into a roaring blood dragon, rushing straight at Qin Yu, trying to kill him. The whole person is pierced and torn.

This combat technique was his strongest blow, and it was enhanced with the power of artistic conception. Qin Yu would surely die under this blow.

Looking at the bloody angry dragon that was killing him, Qin Yu's eyes were still indifferent, with a faint hint of disdain.

Immediately, the fish-dragon sword in his hand slashed down, and a sharp sword light fell from the sky, like a thunderbolt descending, with a dull roar.

puff puff-

I saw that sword light was as powerful as a broken bamboo, cutting down all the way, the bloody dragon, under Qin Yu's sword, was completely vulnerable to a single blow, and was directly smashed to pieces by the tyrannical sword energy, annihilating in the world.

And the battle spear in Zuo Xingling's hand was also split from the center by this sword, causing his expression to change wildly, and he threw it away directly.

But the frightening sword energy still landed on his hand, cutting off his palm directly, his expression twisted, and he retreated crazily.

On the palm of one hand, blood flowed crazily.

"Hiss—" The Third Prince and Princess Chen Yu gasped, their faces full of shock.

You know, that battle spear was the top warrior in the middle rank of the third rank, but now, it was split by Qin Yu's sword?

Just how terrifying is the power of this sword?
Thinking of this, their entire faces were filled with intense horror.

"Any last words to say?"

Qin Yu's eyes were cold, holding a sharp sword, he approached Zuo Xingling step by step.

(End of this chapter)