Chapter 227

At this time, the white jade flying boat, shrouded in cyan light halo, arrived silently above the emerald green wooden boat.

Wang Yu, while carrying the cyan long saber, moved his hands and feet, then flipped the long saber and inserted it at his waist, pressed one hand on the hilt, formed a seal with one hand, and chanted words.

Cyan-red bright light glow emerged on his two legs, vaguely condensing one red and one cyan light wheel on his two feet.

Following that, he gave a low shout, and his figure disappeared from the white jade flying boat, transforming into a cyan-red light thread and shooting downward.

The Joyous Palace disciples below clearly did not expect to be attacked at this time. After a bright saber light flashed in the crowd, three heads, two women and one man, flew into the sky.

Wang Yu's blurred figure then emerged behind the three headless bodies.

"Enemy attack!"

A Joyous Palace woman who was slightly older reacted first, let out a sharp scream, and without thinking, shook her sleeves. White light flashed in her sleeve, seemingly about to release some magic artifact...

But Wang Yu merely hunched his body slightly, and his figure sprang out left and right like a wild wolf, instantly manifesting six or seven different afterimages.

Then all the afterimages simultaneously waved the cyan-red long saber in their hands, slashing fiercely at this older woman.

The older Joyous Palace woman was greatly alarmed. The white light in her sleeve rolled out, transforming into a white giant shield, all blocking in front of her.

Almost at the same time, another afterimage behind the older woman flipped down silently from the high sky, and using the long saber in its hand, its arm blurred, and a fist wrapped in golden fist armor struck out with a gale.

"Not good!"

The older woman also had quite a bit of combat experience. Without looking back, she knew she had been attacked from behind. Too late to turn around, she fiercely crushed a yellow talisman she had been hiding in her sleeve.

With a "Puff" sound.

A yellow light shield the size of a face emerged instantly behind the woman's head, exactly blocking in front of the golden-yellow fist.

With "Boom" and "Bang" sounds.

The yellow light shield was blasted away by a punch, and then the older woman's head exploded like a watermelon.

Wang Yu, who had activated the Black Tiger Fiend Body, possessed terrifying strength. Not to mention a defensive talisman, even a real rank-entering defensive magic artifact would likely not be able to take this punch.

Wang Yu had only just appeared, and he had already killed three Joyous Palace disciples by surprise.

The other few people then reacted with shock and anger.

Among them, two male disciples were furious. One raised his hand and threw out a red seal, which shook in the wind and transformed into the size of a zhang, smashing fiercely toward the head.

Another male disciple formed a seal with one hand, then opened his mouth, actually spraying out dense silver needles like cow hair, shooting toward Wang Yu's face.

The other two female disciples moved their figures, and silver short blades appeared in their hands, pouncing toward the two captives on the wooden boat, intending to take a hostage first, and then threaten this enemy who looked extremely ferocious.

But just at this moment, suddenly a point of red light shot down from above, and after a flash, it transformed into a pale red bell phantom, covering Zhou Chu and the beautiful young man underneath.

The two women were greatly alarmed and looked at each other. One chanted words, and the short blade in her hand transformed into a silver giant sword the height of a person, slashing wildly at the bell phantom.

The other raised her hand toward the void above, and a pink silk handkerchief flew out, transforming into dense pink peach blossom phantoms, shooting toward the dense sky above.

With a "Puff" sound.

Under the bombardment of the peach blossom phantoms, the white jade flying boat shrouded in cyan light halo emerged.

On the flying boat, Ximen Mei was forming a seal with one hand, driving the Small Xiao Xiao Mi Yun Fan in her hand, protecting the flying boat beneath her, and completely ignoring the bell phantom being slashed wildly by the giant sword below, seemingly very confident in its defensive capability.

On the other side, Wang Yu had already let out a loud shout, separated his five fingers with one hand, and slapped a palm toward the falling red seal. A golden-yellow handprint phantom left his hand and blasted onto the bottom of the black seal.

A loud noise.

The black seal was blasted straight into the sky under the impact of the terrifying immense force.

At this time, those cow-hair-like fine needles also shot to the front like a rainstorm.

But at Wang Yu's face, the golden-yellow mist swept over, blocking all these fine needles outside, emitting crisp sounds like rain hitting a fence, and they fell away one after another.

These two male disciples were greatly alarmed when they saw this. When they wanted to perform other means, Wang Yu had already struck again.

He took a deep breath, the arm holding the cyan-red long saber thickened by a circle, and he threw it fiercely at one of the male disciples.

At such a close distance, the male disciple only felt a flash of cold light before his chest was directly pierced through by the cyan-red long saber. The pale white soft armor magic artifact he was wearing didn't block it at all. He screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood flowing out from the large hole in his chest.

The other male disciple saw this, his courage broken. Without thinking, he took out several talismans from his sleeve, patted them on his body, and several layers of colorful light shields lit up on his body. At the same time, his figure swayed, and he jumped directly off the wooden boat, intending to break through the air and fly away.

But Wang Yu had already stepped on the ground with one foot, his body flipped over with a somersault, manifesting several afterimages in the air one after another. After a blur, he appeared directly above the last male disciple and slapped down with one palm.

"Boom!"

A three-foot-long pale golden giant handprint phantom pressed directly onto the head of the male disciple who was caught off guard.

Several layers of light shields only flashed a few times before collapsing like fireworks. The head was directly pressed into the body. At this time, one of his hands had just taken out a silver small path from his sleeve, and the headless body swayed and fell from the void.

Wang Yu twisted his waist and landed steadily in the nearby void, then looked toward the last two Joyous Palace female disciples on the flying boat.

At this time, the green wooden boat had long since stopped because no one was injecting magic power to drive it.

These two female disciples had attacked with magic artifacts several times earlier, but could neither do anything to the bell phantom nor to the white jade flying boat protected by the Small Xiao Xiao Mi Yun Fan. Seeing that their last two male companions had also been killed by this terrifying enemy on this side in a few strokes, they couldn't help but be scared out of their wits.

The two women each let out a delicate shout, and at the same time took out a pink jade pendant from their bosoms and crushed it directly. Immediately, it transformed into two pink light balls, shooting straight into the sky, their speed extremely fast. In a flash, they ran seven or eight zhang away and were about to escape.

"Junior Brother Wang, don't let the two of them run away."

Ximen Mei on the white jade flying boat saw this and couldn't help but shout nervously to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu, with an expressionless face, flipped one hand and took out two silver-shining willow-leaf flying sabers. After exhaling lightly, he shook his wrist.