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"sandbandit!"

From their clothing, Chen Yu could immediately guess their identity.

When the two of them arrived in front of Chen Yu, they immediately ordered, "Brat, hand over everything you have obtained!"

Behind this sandbandit were a few comrades from the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao.

These people looked at Chen Yu with cold smiles, and their eyes revealed a trace of contempt.

They all thought that the kid in front of them was courting death.

The leader had given him a chance to live, but he hadn't treasured it as he had chosen the path of death.

"You, are not qualified to kill me!" Chen Yu said indifferently.

His words made all the sandbandit present burst out in laughter.

"Boy, your boasting is really strong. Is an eighth level martial artist not qualified to kill you? Could it be, there is a need to use a Ninth Stage of the Martial Dao to kill you?! "

"Haha, maybe he thinks of himself as a peerless genius who can kill people above his level!"

"Genius, I am really scared. Should I run away now …" "Hahahaha …"

"Shua!"

A white light flashed.

The sandbandit who had the most savage smile had a flower of blood blooming on his throat.

Everyone's laughter abruptly stopped.

The leading sandbandit who had cultivated to the eighth stage looked at Chen Yu coldly.

"Flying knife and concealed weapon? Little bastard! "Looks like the person who killed Shawu is you …"

"So what if it's me?!" Chen Yu sneered.

"Die!"

After he finished speaking, the sandbandit in the eighth stage of the martial way, had a cold expression on his face as he charged straight towards Chen Yu.

The fist radiance carried a blood-colored aura as it surged through the void, rushing over in a shocking manner.

This punch brought out the power of the eighth level of the sandbandit's martial way to its peak.

"A mere sandbandit dares to be so impudent, scram!"

Just at this moment, a streak of lightning appeared in the dark mausoleum, blocking in front of Chen Yu and helping him to block this attack.

"Lightning Strike ~!"

Weng! *

The lightning sword aura and sandbandit's blood fists clashed together, causing a violent explosion.

The airflow chaotically shot out, blasting the stone tiles on the ground one by one and causing smoke and dust to fly in all directions.

Electric Sword?

Chen Yu's eyes turned serious as he looked at the approaching person.

Sure enough, this person was the Zhao Yijian who was ranked seventh among the ten heroes of the Martial Imperial Manor!

The dust dispersed.

Behind Zhao Yijian, a few other silhouettes faintly appeared.

They were Huang He and Duan Chen.

The appearance of three of the ten heroes of the Martial Imperial Manor, immediately intimidated the aura of the sandbandit present.

However, after the three of them appeared, they did not immediately attack the sandbandit. Instead, they cast their gazes towards the sky above the mausoleum.

At the highest point of the mausoleum, a cloud of blood shrouded the area.

A black figure faintly appeared from within the red clouds.

This person was bare-handed and his body was filled with a bloody and cruel aura.

With just a glance, Chen Yu was certain that this person was the leader of this group of sandbandit, Mo Xiekuang!

Mo Xiekuang stood at the peak of the tomb alone.

Zhao Yijian, Huang He, and Duan Chen stood at the bottom of the mausoleum, faintly confronting each other.

"Who are you? "Did you kill Shawu?" Mo Xiekuang looked at Chen Yu coldly.

"That's right, that scumbag, Shawu, is indeed dead in my hands, what do you want?!" Chen Yu said coldly.

"You dare to kill my brother? You're dead meat!" Mo Xiekuang said fiercely.

"You talk too much nonsense!" In Chen Yu's eyes, killing intent surfaced: "If you want to kill me, that depends on if you have the ability or not!"

"Boom —"

Chen Yu took the lead and broke through the deadlock, brazenly attacking towards Mo Xiekuang!

When the fist struck out, it was like a thunderbolt or a raging inferno.

Chen Yu then released a burst of flame power that struck towards Mo Xiekuang.

If it was a practitioner of the same level, Chen Yu could have easily killed him with just this wave of flame power.

However, Mo Xiekuang was not a practitioner of Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, but a strong one.

"Infinite Blood Rain!"

Pointing his finger, Mo Xiekuang unleashed a strike with his hand, causing blood to spurt out into the sky.

The blood red light shattered Chen Yu's fist shadows.

At the same time, the mighty finger light carried a killing intent as it rushed towards Chen Yu.

Beside the mausoleum, far away, a few geniuses from the Martial Imperial Manor saw what was happening.

When they felt the power of Mo Xiekuang's attack, their expressions could not help but change greatly.

"So powerful, so evil. I never thought that the leader of the sandbandit would actually be such a strong expert!"

At the same time, Chen Yu instantly leapt into the air.

"Large Wind and Cloud Palm!"

The wind began to blow.

The clouds appeared.

A gust of wind blew Mo Xiekuang's blood red finger into a different direction.

A burst of cloud dance, bringing about a light green aura, drew a profound trajectory, and smashed towards Mo Xiekuang.

"You're courting death!" Seeing that Chen Yu not only blocked his attack, but also took the opportunity to counterattack, Mo Xiekuang's eyes lit up with killing intent.

This time, he had also taken out his left fist from his back.

Both of his fists shook, and a ray of blood light, with his body acting as the center, pierced through the sky. When it collided with Chen Yu's Large Wind and Cloud Palm, it directly smashed the mist into pieces.

"A martial practitioner of such insignificant Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao dares to attack me. Let me tell you, the difference between Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao and mine!"

With just a single move, Mo Xiekuang realised that Chen Yu was only at the level of his Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, and from the depths of his heart, he produced a sense of disdain.

"Beng!"

A sonic boom could be heard.

Mo Xiekuang's body from above, like an eagle catching a chick, rushed towards Chen Yu.

His attack was extremely fast, so fast that no one could have imagined it.

In the blink of an eye, the blood light had bloomed before Chen Yu's eyes.

The blood shadow was about to swallow Chen Yu.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew over.

"I won't use Sandstorm Fist!"

When he did not move, his will was already in motion.

The wind blew wildly, sand shadows moved about.

In the desert, Chen Yu did not use the Sand Storm Fist's power, and increased it by another 30%!

At this moment, Chen Yu's figure was concealed within the sandstorm.

"Boom!" A loud explosion resounded.

The sandstorm was swallowed by the blood shadow.

However, Chen Yu had already borrowed the force of the impact to leap a few meters away, escaping from Mo Xiekuang's attack.

"Hmm?!"

Mo Xiekuang's eyes focused, he did not expect Chen Yu to be able to dodge his fist.

Once again, the blood light shone, and the killing intent on Mo Xiekuang's body did not dissipate.