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Chapter 1404: This Young Master Will Not Hold Back His Strength

"But I have to tell you the truth."

"You can't take this sword."

When this voice fell.

Everyone in the audience looked towards the thatched hut.

There was an old man sitting in the house.

He drank his tea calmly.

But when I look outside, my brows always frown unconsciously.

Countless people from the Death Cult looked towards the thatched hut, which was surrounded by corpses of zombies.

The elders among them were also a little worried at this moment.

The ghost elder watched all this and whispered, "Wait!"

"Increase the number of corpse puppets. If one hundred isn't enough, try one thousand."

"He is old. Although he is powerful, we can exhaust him to death." As the voices fell.

The disciples of the Death Cult received the order.

They all increased the number of corpse puppets and launched a second attack.

The old man sat in the house, holding a sword in his hand and chanting: "I am going home, and I am going back. Three thousand waves wash away thousands of sands!"

As his voice fell.

When the sword was swung, the surrounding area was filled with sword energy.

Condensed and tangible, with a casual wave of his hand, countless sword energies burst out and turned into dense streams of light that attacked these corpse puppets.

These corpse puppets didn't even have the power to resist.

All of them were pierced by the sword energy.

They all stood there, and the next second their bodies collapsed.

Elder Ghost was not surprised at all when he saw this.

With a wave of his hand, he signaled the next batch of corpses to continue the attack.

This group of corpse puppets rushed forward again without caring about their lives.

This time I ran a few dozen meters further up the mountain.

He was killed by the blast of the sword energy.

The Ghost Elder did the same thing.

Using corpse puppets again and again consumed the old man's spiritual energy.

With each round of consumption, everyone in the Death Cult felt it.

The old man's spiritual energy had already been weakened by this round of consumption of corpse puppets.

He originally looked full of energy, but now he showed a bit of listlessness.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He knew he could no longer stay in the house.

He clenched his fists, feeling a little sad about his age.

He laughed at himself: "Hahaha!"

"If I were a dozen years younger, this wouldn't be the case at all!"

"That is not the case at all."

“I’m really old.”

There was reluctance in his voice.

The ghost elder looked at the extremely weak old man and shouted, "True immortal."

"You'd better not swim in this flood!"

"You also know that we in the Death Cult will do anything to achieve our goals."

"If you continue like this, perhaps today will be the day you die."

As the ghost elder's voice fell.

The True Immortal looked at the Ghost Elder with an extremely heroic look and said, "A swordsman can only live by drawing the sword. There is no reason to die by kneeling on the sword."

"Although I am old, I think I am more than capable of killing you."

As his voice fell word by word.

Everyone in the audience stared at the real immortal.

Zhang Yu and his team had already arrived by this time.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't learn from this old man in the future."

"He is being pedantic."

"Nothing is more important than your own life."

"Besides, instead of talking so much nonsense, you might as well just run away."

As Zhang Yu's voice fell, the three women around him nodded in unison.

Countless people's attention was attracted by Zhang Yu and others.

Especially the True Immortal and the Ghost Elder, their eyes widened.

His face was full of incredible expression.

Because they had no idea when Zhang Yu would appear.

They don't even feel anything.

That's right, the kind that I don't notice at all.

This is simply fatal to them.

I couldn't speak at all.

Zhang Yu saw that both sides stopped fighting and said, "You both keep fighting!"

"After you guys are done fighting, whoever has the sword, I'm fighting the other person, it's fair!"

When the real immortal heard Zhang Yu's words, he looked at Zhang Yu. He didn't expect that this man who looked like an immortal but not an ordinary person actually came for his sword.

The point is that he felt that this man was even more terrifying than the Ghost Elder. After all, he didn't sense any spiritual energy from this man at all.

The Ghost Elder’s eyes were also fixed on Zhang Yu.

I don’t know what I’m thinking at this moment.

Zhang Yu looked at the ghost elder and said, "That's right!"

"I forgot to tell you."

"The corpse elder of your sect was just killed by us."

"As for you, Ghost Elder, you are responsible for the deaths of twenty people in Fangjia Village."

"So you're dead too."

As Zhang Yu finished speaking, a look of curiosity appeared on Elder Shi's face.

I want to recall who Zhang Yu is from my memory.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember any of it.

The ghost elder stared at Zhang Yu.

Looked at Fang Yimei.

Look at the familiar smell on her.

I recalled everything in an instant.

I couldn't help but sneer: "Who do I think he is?"

"It turns out to be just the remnant soul of Fangjia Village."

Before their voices fell.

Zhang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

His entire body exploded out of control.

Countless people were stunned when they saw all this. What was going on?

Even Li Yifei didn't expect things to end so suddenly.

The true immortal looked at Zhang Yu, his eyes couldn't help but shrink, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His face was full of incredible expression.

As all this happened, surprise was written all over the faces of everyone in the audience.

Zhang Yu looked at everyone's stunned expressions, couldn't help but smile slightly, and said to everyone: "Sorry, sorry."

"I just couldn't control myself."

When everyone heard Zhang Yu's words, especially those from the Death Cult, they didn't know whether to leave or stay, and were directly shocked by Zhang Yu's methods.

Such a terrifying ghost elder was crushed and killed instantly by just a thought from him.

Wouldn't it be easier if it were them?

So they didn't dare to move.

He didn't even dare to breathe.

Looking at Zhang Yu, they felt that their death seemed to be approaching.

Zhang Yu saw all the expressions of the Death Cult members.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "I'll leave it to you two."

When Zhang Yu finished speaking, Fang Yimei knew what he meant.

Without any hesitation, he flew out.

Just kill these members of the Death Cult directly.

Zhang Yu looked at all this with great satisfaction, and his eyes were fixed on the real immortal.

He whispered, "Old man, did you teach him by yourself, or did you learn it by being beaten by me?"

"This young master will not hold back when he strikes."

"If I hurt you, it only means you deserve it."

When Zhang Yu's words fell.

At this moment, the engine of the true immortal's brain is about to burn out.

Constantly judging good and bad in my mind.

As these thoughts emerged.

There is too much written in his eyes.

In the end, he couldn't help but sigh, as if he had surrendered.