Heavenly Origin Sect Liuyun is only in his early twenties, with a handsome face.
But at this moment, there was a morbid excitement in those eyes.
His strength is no more than Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak, but he can let three gold Alchemist brothers accompany him to do whatever he wants. Obviously his identity is not simple.
Chen Huan gritted his teeth, raised his head, and stared at Liuyun with his only remaining eye.
"You... will die miserably." His voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat, "My senior brother Zhou... will be here soon."
"Senior Brother Zhou?" Liuyun tilted his head, his sinister smile became more wanton, "Okay, okay, let's kill together when we come."
At this moment, Shen Heming behind him frowned slightly.
He looked away from Liuyun and glanced toward the northeast.
No exception.
But he always felt something was wrong.
The feeling was indescribable, as if something was watching it from a distance, silently, but sending chills down one's spine.
"Liuyun." Shen Heming hesitated and said, "Quick victory!"
Liuyun responded, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to disobey.
The smile on his face did not diminish, and he slowly put his right hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Listen up," he looked down at Chen Huan and said word by word, "The person who killed you is, Heavenly Origin Sect, Liu--"
The words are not finished yet.
An overwhelming coercion suddenly exploded from the northeast.
Like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, it erupted at that moment.
Absolute Golden Core Realm high state!
And it's not just realm.
That coercion was mixed with a domineering, all-cutting fierceness.
It was like the whole world turned into an unsheathed sword at that moment.
Shen Heming's expression completely changed at that moment.
He turned around suddenly, his gaze fixed on the northeastern skyline.
His pupils tightened, his Adam's apple rolled, and veins popped out in the hand holding the sword hilt.
The reactions of the two Golden Core Realm disciples behind him were even more unbearable.
The man from Golden Core, Fifth Layer froze, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The disciple from Golden Core Fourth Layer took half a step back, his face turned pale.
"Senior... Senior Brother..." Golden Core Fourth Layer felt the intimidation, and his voice was slightly trembling.
Liuyun's sword was halfway drawn and stopped.
He raised his head and followed the gazes of his senior brothers in that direction.
For the first time, there was no smile on his face, replaced by a kind of sinister panic.
"Is someone coming?" Liuyun had a hint of nervousness on his face.
"Hahaha," Chen Huan on one side laughed weakly, and his eyes could no longer be opened. "It's Senior Brother Zhou here!"
Shen Heming glanced at the miserable state of the two people on the ground.
After hesitating for a moment, I reached out for Divine Sense, wanting to feel the depth of the breath.
But the moment Divine Sense touched the other party, it was like hitting an invisible wall and being bounced back.
Impenetrable.
Shen Heming's heart sank to the bottom.
This feeling of oppression is even worse than when facing Primordial Hall Song Yuan.
Not only was there a crushing level of competition, there was also a fundamental gap. The opponent's Spiritual Power texture was purer and more solid than anyone he had ever seen.
How is that possible? Song Yuan is Golden Core Eighth Layer!
"I won't kill you anymore!" Shen Heming quickly turned around and shouted at Liuyun, speaking very fast, "Quickly leave."
Liuyun's hand paused, and he looked back at Shen Heming, with a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes. "Brother, these two Foundation Establishment--"
"I said go!"
Shen Heming gave a low shout, and his body had already moved several feet away.
The other two disciples followed without hesitation, without even looking back.
Only Liuyun was left in the square, and Chen Huan and Hu Qingshan were half-dead on the ground.
Liuyun stood there, the hand holding the sword hilt shaking slightly.
He looked at the retreating figures of his senior brothers, and then looked down at Chen Huan, whose face was covered in blood at his feet.
Chen Huan suddenly smiled.
The smile on that bloody face looked ferocious and terrifying, "Run, run faster, none of you can escape."
Liuyun's eyes flashed with violence.
His reason told him to leave.
Shen Heming's judgment is never wrong, and he is definitely not someone he can provoke who can make his senior brother so fearful.
But his sword was already three inches out of its sheath.
He gritted his teeth--
"Whoosh!"
The sword light flashed.
Instead of slashing at Chen Huan's neck, he slashed at his right arm.
Chen Huan's right arm was broken at shoulder level, and blood surged out like a fountain, drawing a dazzling arc in the air.
Chen Huan groaned and fell backwards. The severe pain made his body twitch violently, but he gritted his teeth and refused to scream.
"This sword is for you." Liuyun put the sword into its sheath and looked at him condescendingly, "Remember my name, Heavenly Origin Sect Liuyun."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure swept out of the square and disappeared into the shadow of the trees on the side of Gold Element Tower.
The square fell silent.
Only Chen Huan was left lying in a pool of blood, with blood gushing out from the broken arm, staining a large piece of bluestone red.
Hu Qingshan was unconscious, and the weak rise and fall of his chest was the only sign that he was still alive.
The wind blew and picked up a few dead leaves.
After a few breaths.
The air in the center of the square began to twist.
A layer of faint, water-wave-like lines appeared in the air, spreading outward from one point, circle after circle.
The ripples are getting denser and more rapid.
Then, a gray figure walked out of thin air from the center of the ripples.
Gray robe, black sword, hair tied like ink.
The moment Zhou Qi stepped out of the ripples, an invisible wave of air exploded in all directions with him as the center, blowing the gravel and dust on the ground into scattering directions.
He saw Chen Huan at first sight.
The young man who had broken his right arm and was lying in a pool of blood had blood on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
His eyes turned to Hu Qingshan.
The wound on the chest was too deep, and an inch away was the heart.
Zhou Qi had no expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with anger.
Shen Hongyuan stumbled out of the ripples and almost fell.
She stabilized her body, looked up and saw Chen Huan and Hu Qingshan on the ground, and her face instantly turned pale.
"Chen Huan! Hu Qingshan!" She rushed over, hurriedly took out the elixir from her arms, and stuffed it into their mouths.
Zhou Qi didn't move.
He just stood there, his eyes slowly scanning the remaining breath in the square, and headed northwest.
"How long have you been gone?" Zhou Qi looked at Chen Huan.
Chen Huan used his remaining left arm to support the ground, sat up with difficulty, took a few breaths, and then spoke:
"It takes less than... a cup of tea."
"What purpose?"
"They... are Tower Keepers!"
Zhou Qi frowned, remembering the explanation Li You gave him before he came in.
In the final period of the Small World battle, the competition for points will reach its climax.
Stronger players are not weak in their own strength. For them, killing people and monsters is a serious fight.
But for those who are weaker, their points cannot compare with these strong ones, so they can only think of some ways to overtake in corners.
Therefore, in the second half of the competition, there will be an influx of people trying to break into the tower.
Therefore, an industry called "Tower Keepers" was born.
Some strong people will stay near the tower and wait for others to break into the tower. After breaking through, they will kill people to gain points.
Zhou Qi nodded.
He didn't ask who had done it.
It doesn't matter, the strongest Primordial Hall has already been torn apart.
Offending one more person and one less person makes little difference.
He turned around and took a step toward the northwest.
The moment the gray robe fluttered, the person had disappeared from where he was.
Shen Hongyuan Only had time to see an afterimage, and then there was a muffled sound exploding on the distant skyline.