Xiahou Fuwei was shocked for a moment when he saw these two little devils fighting desperately, but when he saw their crazy and cold eyes, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

——They must be killed!

Xiahou Fuwei's palm transformed into a palm, and the airflow in the surrounding space was instantly distorted, emitting an unstoppable and terrifying spiritual energy. A series of palm prints attacked Chen Yan and Pei Su.

Boom boom boom——

Continuous blasting.

Let the ground, city walls and surrounding buildings collapse and shatter!

Wu Ying and the others were frightened and turned to look in the direction of Chen Yan.

"Bang bang" sounds were heard, and two figures were knocked away, like kites with broken strings, and smashed heavily into the wall of the building, blood splattered, and their life and death were unknown.

"Master!" exclaimed one after another.

"Chen Yan!"

Wu Ying's pupils shrank slightly. He could feel Chen Yan's life breath fading quickly. They all wanted to return to Chen Yan, but were stopped again and again by Xia Hou Duan.

Wu Ying was extremely angry!

On the other side, Xingchun's face changed in shock. He quickly got rid of several elders and wanted to reach Chen Yan, but at this moment -

Xiahou Fuwei gathered his palm power once again and slapped it in the direction of Chen Yan.

This palm is extremely powerful!

Once Chen Yan is hit, there is no chance of survival.

"don't want!"

Jiuzhuan made a sharp explosion, and it quickly teleported, turning into a huge black ancient tower to withstand Xiahou Fuwei's palm.

With a loud bang, a powerful shockwave suddenly spread out in all directions, stirring up countless dust clouds and forming a cloud of dust that obscured the sky. As the cloud of dust dissipated, the sound of a zither suddenly reached the air.

Clang clang clang——

"The breeze knows my thoughts, and the bright moon illuminates my heart."

"Evil spirits do not understand emotions, and those who understand emotions are Shuras."

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a young man in white clothes and wearing a silver mask standing on a collapsed ruin. A guqin was suspended in front of him, and his fingertips were plucking the strings.

He slowly raised his eyes, but his emotions were completely different from his clear and gentle voice. His eyes were cold and dark, revealing a surging murderous intent.

He exuded a chilling aura.

Suddenly, with a "click", half of his silver mask cracked, revealing the other half of his face. It was a face like that of an Asura demon, with black and red lines intertwined to form a complicated totem, which spread all over his half face, revealing mystery, danger and coldness.

Describe it in one sentence:

Half-faced immortal god, half-faced Shura.

Everyone present was extremely shocked when they saw this face, because they had never seen totem patterns on someone's face.

Xiahou Fuwei suddenly narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but speak.

"seal?"

Suddenly, poisonous roses grew in this area, which looked extremely strange in the night.

And there was a young man standing on the poisonous rose in the void, his black hair blowing in the wind. His handsome face like an immortal was extremely cold, and his pair of blue eyes were intimidating. The red mole between his eyebrows was even more charming, and a small seedling had grown on the top of his head.

Several figures appeared one after another.

The handsome red-haired boy held a piece of gold in his mouth, which he broke into pieces with a "crunch". His eyes were bloodshot and cold, with the aftereffects of swallowing gold, as well as the irritability of seeing Chen Yan and Pei Su seriously injured.

The soldier in mechanical armor, holding a spear tightly in her hand, exudes a creepy aura. Her cultivation aura has actually reached the tenth level of the Heavenly Grade Realm!

But she did not ascend naturally, but was forcibly ascended at the cost of burning her own essence and blood.

The fox-eyed boy's eyes were cold and deep. He gripped the hilt of the long sword tightly with one hand, while his other hand slid across the blade. In an instant, his palm was cut, and the blood was quickly absorbed by the blade.

Xiahou Fuwei's expression paused slightly.

"Who are you?"

These young men don't look like ordinary people.

Moreover, the murderous aura they exude is incomparable to that of ordinary people.

Suddenly, Chen Yan, who was lying in the ruins, was helped up by a girl with two pigtails, and Pei Su also struggled to stand up.

Chen Yan had a bleeding head and wounds all over her body, looking extremely miserable, but she smiled, and her smile was extremely creepy.

When everyone saw this, they felt a chill in their hearts.

Maybe he thought Chen Yan was crazy.

Blood flowed from Chen Yan's brow bone. She looked up, and the surging blood-red evil in her eyes gradually appeared. She suppressed her smile, slightly opened her lips, and her tone was calm but with a cold murderous intent.

"We are the Shura Team, the Shuras who are determined to skin and tear the Guiyuan Alliance apart!"

In this extremely chaotic night, eight young men were scattered in every corner like stars. They had tall and straight figures, sharp eyes, and murderous intent surging in their hearts.

Each teenager is an independent individual, but they echo each other invisibly.

The red-haired boy suddenly shouted, "Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

It wasn't long after they left that Chen Yan was injured like this!

It would be a lie to say I don’t feel sad!

Chen Yan's eyes swept over them, and his voice suddenly turned icy cold as ice as he said, "Since you've come back to seek death, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Of course!" Zhuge Youlin shouted with a determined look.

Jiang Xianyue looked sideways at Chen Yan, her eyes complicated, and she said with great dissatisfaction: "Chen Yan, listen, don't knock me out in the future! No matter what, I, Jiang Xianyue, am older than you. How can a younger sister violate her authority and hit her?"

Chen Yan's heart was shocked.

Jiang Xianyue lowered her eyes and said slowly, "There's nothing to hesitate about."

Chen Yan's expression paused slightly, then he looked in the direction of Xiahou Fuwei with a cold face, and uttered a word from his blood-stained lips.

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