Shenwu Yutianlei

Shen Yun's sword power was getting faster and faster like a storm. The long sword in his hand seemed to turn into a flash of lightning, dancing at an astonishing speed. Sword shadows fell in the air like dense raindrops, and each sword shadow flashed with cold light, interweaving together to form an impenetrable sword shadow network.

As the sword's momentum continued to accelerate, the sword shadows became denser and denser, as if covering the entire space. These sword shadows collided and merged with each other, and finally gathered into an extremely bright sword light. That sword light was like the scorching sun in the sky, emitting a dazzling light that made it impossible to look directly at it.

This brilliant sword light contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. It carried Shen Yun's anger and determination, and an indomitable momentum, like a flying meteor, shooting towards Old Liu. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, as if the whole world was shaking.

Elder Liu watched helplessly as the terrifying sword light came towards him, his face showing an extremely horrified expression. He tried his best to dodge, but found that he had nowhere to escape, and could only watch helplessly as the sword light got closer and closer...

Old Liu's eyes widened, and those cloudy eyes were now filled with fear and disbelief. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his lips trembled slightly, revealing his extreme fear.

He tried to dodge the deadly sword light, but Shen Yun's sword was too fast, so fast that he had no time to make any effective reaction. His body seemed to be frozen, and he could only watch the dazzling sword light continue to magnify in his eyes.

Master Shen Yun, spare my life. "At this moment, the arrogance and confidence on Old Liu's face had long gone, replaced by extreme fear and panic. His body was shaking constantly, and he didn't care about the dignity of a master at all. He widened his eyes and shouted with all his strength.

His voice was full of pleading and despair. His originally loud voice became hoarse and trembling. His heart was filled with regret and fear. He never thought that Shen Yun would be so strong. In front of Shen Yun, who he once regarded as an ant, he would be so embarrassed. At this moment, he was like an old man in his twilight years, full of helplessness.

Shen Yun stood there expressionlessly, as if he had not heard Old Liu's pleas for mercy. His eyes were cold and firm, without the slightest sign of wavering.

The sword light instantly penetrated Liu Lao's body without encountering any obstacles. The dazzling sword light was like the sickle of the god of death, easily tearing through Liu Lao's defense. At the moment the sword light touched his body, a trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in Liu Lao's eyes, but everything was irreversible.

The powerful force directly knocked Old Liu flying. His body lost control in mid-air, floating helplessly like a kite with a broken string. Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body twitched constantly, and the breath of life was rapidly fading, staining the front of his clothes with scarlet.

His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The moment he landed, his body twitched a few times, and then there was no movement, only his wide-open eyes, still showing the fear and despair before death.

"Mr. Liu!" Shen Yiquan, who had been watching coldly from the side, widened his eyes, an expression of disbelief on his face, and exclaimed in surprise.

The black-clad guards beside him were also completely stunned. They had thought that with Old Liu's strength, dealing with Shen Yun should be an easy task, but they never expected that in just the blink of an eye, Old Liu would be gone.

The two looked at each other, and saw shock and fear in each other's eyes. They couldn't understand how things could develop to such a point. The old man Liu, who was once so powerful in their eyes, was defeated by Shen Yun so easily.

Shen Yiquan's face turned extremely ugly. His originally fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and turned ashen. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

"Master, hurry up, run, we are no match for him." The black-clad guard beside him looked at Shen Yiquan who was still in a daze anxiously, with anxiety and fear in his voice. His eyes were full of worry, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He knew that the situation was extremely unfavorable to them at this time. The powerful strength displayed by Shen Yun made them feel deeply fearful and desperate.

The voice of the black-clad guard broke Shen Yiquan's thoughts, and he came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream. His eyes stayed on the lifeless body of Old Liu for a moment, and endless sadness and helplessness surged in his heart. This old man who was closest to him besides his parents was gone just like that, and he wanted to avenge him.

However, the guard's words were like thunder, exploding in Shen Yiquan's ears, instantly reminding him. His thoughts were pulled back to reality, and his heart couldn't help but shudder.

Then, the desire to survive surged into his heart like a tide and quickly took over. He knew that he must not be swayed by emotions at this moment and must consider his own safety.

"Yes, now is not the time to be sad. Only by keeping my innocent body can I avenge Elder Liu in the future." Shen Yiquan gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the grief and fear in his heart, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go." Shen Yiquan gritted his teeth and squeezed out this word, his eyes full of determination. Then the two of them did not stop for a moment, and the spiritual energy in their bodies flowed rapidly through their meridians like a surging river.

As the spiritual energy surged, their figures instantly became blurred, and rays of light flashed on them. In the blink of an eye, their speed increased to the extreme, turning into two phantoms, and quickly rushed into the distance.

Their figures left traces in the air, bringing up a gust of wind. They ran as hard as they could, as if something terrible was chasing them from behind, and they dared not slack off even a little.

"Where are you going!" Shen Yun shouted angrily, his voice full of anger and majesty. His eyes were like lightning, staring at the backs of Shen Yiquan and the black-clad guards who were moving away quickly.

Just as he was about to use his body skills to catch up, Shen Yun suddenly felt a sense of weakness. He frowned and thought to himself that it was not good. He realized that the sword that killed Old Liu just now consumed too much energy. His spiritual energy was almost consumed by that sword, and he felt a little weak at the moment.

"Mr. Li, stop them!" Shen Yun turned and ordered Li Xiangyuan, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Young master, please wait here. Old Li will be back soon." Li Xiangyuan clasped his fists and accepted the order. After he finished speaking, he stretched out his body and rushed towards the direction where Shen Yiquan and the black-clothed guards fled like a gust of wind.

Without letting Shen Yun wait too long, Li Xiangyuan quickly returned with a figure in his hand.