Chapter 1453

The dozens of disciples under his name almost moved simultaneously, they drew their weapons one after another, facing Chen Yu as if facing a great enemy.

"It's him, speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence, he's also named Chen Yu, same name as the person we're waiting for." Ling Yun said with a smile: "But I think he's an ordinary person, because there's not a trace of spiritual energy flowing in his body."

"But he managed to stumble here by accident, and my primordial qi seems to have no effect on him at all, which makes him somewhat special, so I think he has a spirit root, otherwise why don't we take him as a disciple?"

Ling Yun chattered on beside him, completely unaware that her own father's face was grim beyond compare.

"Yun'er, come over." Qingchen said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong, Father?" Ling Yun, who was speaking, saw that her sect's people had already formed their battle array, she abruptly shut her mouth, looking puzzled at her fellow disciples.

"I told you to come over." Qingchen's voice had changed.

"Don't get agitated, you must be Elder Qingchen, right?" Chen Yu smiled faintly: "I mean no harm."

"Chen Yu, you're also a master, surely you wouldn't threaten me with a little girl?" Qingchen said sternly.

"Of course not." Chen Yu shook his head: "She's just a guide, I won't do anything to her, so please rest assured."

"Then let her come over." Qingchen said coldly.

"Your father is calling you, come over." Chen Yu pointed at Qingchen, whose face was grim.

"Father, who is he?" Ling Yun stared at Qingchen in astonishment, even though she was usually naive and sweet, she now felt something was off, her father and the senior brothers all looked extremely tense.

"Ling Yun, hurry over." Qingchen gripped his sword tightly, spirit tense, he would not hesitate to draw his sword and fight to the death if Chen Yu made the slightest move.

"Come over, your father is calling you." Chen Yu smiled faintly, gesturing with his hand.

Ling Yun nodded slightly, although Chen Yu still had not a trace of primordial qi on him, she no longer dared to regard him as an ordinary person.

She slowly moved her feet forward, one meter, two meters, when she was five meters from Chen Yu, she let out a slow breath, then quickened her steps, rushing forward rapidly.

As she rushed forward, Qingchen's grip tightened on his sword, then he let out a deep shout: "Attack."

As he shouted, over ten disciples stepped forward, only to see sword shadows crisscross in an instant, over ten swords emitting dragon-like cries, weaving into a sword net that lunged fiercely at Chen Yu.

In an instant, sword qi filled the air, enveloping Chen Yu.

Although the Qingshou Observatory has been willing to serve as a dog for the Yunlu Residence these years, their disciples' benefits are indeed not few.

Their disciples cultivate the Qingshou Sword Art, which is well-matched, ten or so of them are like twisted together, suddenly all attacking, really catching people off guard.

But Chen Yu paid no heed, his figure flickering unpredictably, dodging left and right amidst the sky-filling sword light, walking leisurely with calm composure.

With a flash of his figure, he passed through the sword net woven by these people, appearing behind the over ten disciples.

Boom—boom, the place where Chen Yu had stood was struck by countless intersecting sword lights, suddenly shattering into pieces, and in this tremendous roar, a clear 'still' character transmitted into everyone's ears.

The bodies of those over ten disciples from the Qingshou Sect Observatory instantly froze in place, as if frozen here, not moving at all.

Qingchen let out a deep shout, his sword moved, and he thrust forward with a sword.

The sword in his hand trembled three times, sending out ripples, thrusting toward Chen Yu.

As an elder of the Qingshou Observatory, his strength is still not bad, this sword light's ripples extend a hundred zhang, and in this moment, everything around seemed to have come to a standstill.

Dozens of leaves floated in midair, swaying back and forth, refusing to fall to the ground, while Qingchen's sword in hand moved, swiftly advancing, his sword straight for Chen Yu's throat.

Sword Like Still Water, this is Qingchen's most proud move, when sword qi extends outward, everything within a hundred zhang comes to a standstill, and at this moment he can hold his sharp sword, one thrust to seal the throat, destroying the opponent.

Chen Yu stood motionless on the spot, over ten zhang away, arriving in an instant.

Qingchen's sword in hand kept advancing, the distance to Chen Yu growing ever closer.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, three cun.

And just as his sword was about to pierce Chen Yu's throat, Chen Yu suddenly moved.

His figure flickered, he retreated a step, and his sword pierced only his afterimage.

Qingchen was slightly startled, his Sword Like Still Water is an extremely powerful move, once unleashed, even his world within a hundred zhang.

In his world, everything is still, but he never imagined Chen Yu could break through his world's restriction?

He gritted his teeth, the tip of his sword flickered, swiftly advancing, continuing to thrust toward Chen Yu's throat.

At the same time, the sword tip flickered out several sword blossoms, the sword blossoms curled, sword qi enveloping Chen Yu.

Chen Yu joined his right hand's two fingers, forming a sword finger, exhaled a mouthful of primordial qi, and a qi-sword condensed at his fingertip.

His right hand moved continuously, the qi-sword in his hand trembled, scattering several sword blossoms, with a ding-ding sound of metal clashing, instantly matching dozens of swords with the opponent.

The more he fought Chen Yu, the more startled Qingchen became, the sword in his hand counts as a formidable dharma artifact, but Chen Yu barehanded, merely relying on a mouthful of primordial qi condensed into a sword, could fight him evenly matched, if the opponent truly drew a weapon, where would he still have his life?

At this moment, Chen Yu let out a clear shout, his right hand sword finger pointed forward, with a hiss, a stream of white qi straight toward his face.

Qingchen's sword in hand curled, several sword blossoms appeared, he exerted all his strength, thrusting a sword at Chen Yu.

With a boom, the sword qi collided with his sword, Qingchen only felt his tiger's mouth shake, he involuntarily staggered back several steps.

However, this was not over, Chen Yu casually slashed out a sword, but the residual momentum not yet spent, the second wave of sword force had already followed.

Qingchen had no choice, he could only grit his teeth and raise his sword, exerting all his strength, chopping forward.

Ding, a strong stream of primordial qi transmitted over, the sword blade already had a crack, Qingchen let out a muffled groan, retreated several steps, he fell with a thud to one knee on the ground, already unable to stand.

"Still fighting?" Chen Yu smiled faintly, stopped, the other side still had over ten disciples, but these disciples were weak in strength, yet dared not step forward, those frozen in place had also lost their fighting power.

"Chen Yu..." Qingchen said through gritted teeth: "Today unless you kill me, otherwise, don't even think about advancing another step forward."