"Ding, the system prompts that Li xunhuan''s body card has been used successfully. The time limit is five minutes!"


    An unprecedented influx of energy into the body is only stronger than when Li Xiaoyao''s body card was used before.


    Du Yuesheng directly grinned and was satisfied. Although he had only five minutes, it was enough.


    He turned to look at Ziyang and said leisurely, "Ziyang, I''ll give you a chance to kneel down and kill yourself. I''ll spare your disciples!"


    "Noisy!" before Ziyang''s father spoke, a Yuanying disciple of Ziyang gate couldn''t help but stand up and yelled at Du Yuesheng:


    "A person of unknown origin can feel the breeze with an expert nearby. Now that the expert has left, what else can you do?


    I also want my ancestors to kneel down and commit suicide. I advise you to kneel down and commit suicide first.


    Otherwise, I will dig out your ancestral tombs and whip the corpses! "


    Du Yuesheng raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, the disciples of Ziyang gate talked so much and were still so vicious.


    Immediately, his anger flashed in his eyes and turned to look at the Yuanying disciple. The endless pressure in his body also pressed hard against the Yuanying disciple.


    Many Ziyang disciples wanted to applaud the Yuanying disciple, so they heard a bang, a burst of blood fog exploded directly, and the smell of blood spread in the air.


    Ziyang disciples were all stunned, and no one knew what had happened.


    Did Du Yuesheng do it? No, he just stood in the distance and looked at it from a distance.


    But that''s the look. It''s full of the pressure of Mahayana experts. It''s normal for a Yuan Ying disciple to be able to carry it and burst open!


    Several ancestors saw all this clearly.


    For a moment, several ancestors began to spread their voices crazily in private: "see, Du Yuesheng killed the younger generation of Yuanying at a glance. Who can do this?"


    "I can''t do it. Look at the disciples in the period of killing Yuanying, at least they can do it only by experts in the period of Mahayana. Du Yuesheng can''t be an expert in the period of Mahayana!"


    "It''s impossible. Du Yuesheng must have used some strange means. Don''t worry. Let''s see his fight with the ancestor of Ziyang!"


    Father Ziyang is not far from the Yuanying disciple, because the Yuanying disciple is his beloved, but now the beloved is dead at a glance. How can he accept it.


    "Du Yuesheng, come on, or I''ll do it!" Ziyang''s father almost bit his teeth and bled.


    Du Yuesheng smiled and raised his hand. His index finger and middle finger were close together, as if there was something thin between his two fingers.


    This scene fell into the eyes of Ziyang''s ancestors, which caused a burst of sarcasm: "are you going to throw a throwing knife? It''s a pity that you don''t have a throwing knife in your hand!"


    Du Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and said faintly, "eh, you have a good eye. I really want to throw a throwing knife, but... You say I don''t have a throwing knife if I don''t have a throwing knife?"


    After saying that, Du Yuesheng bent his arm and then straightened it suddenly, a standard Throwing Knife action.


    It''s very ordinary. There''s no magic bonus and no fluctuation of spiritual power. It''s like the actions of people in the Jianghu in the secular world.


    With this throw, the air trembled slightly, and only a Throwing Knife quickly condensed between Du Yuesheng''s two fingers and went away with a whoosh.


    The speed of this throwing knife is not slow for ordinary people, but for an ancestor in a fit environment, the flying speed of this throwing knife is like an ant climbing.


    "Rubbish!" Ziyang''s father sneered, opened his mouth and blew. Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, rolled up the sand and stones all over the sky and swept away towards the flying knife.


    Seeing this scene, joy quickly shouted, "old man, you cheated, you did it!"


    Ziyang ancestor sneered: "Little Traitor, I didn''t lie. I didn''t do it. I just took a big breath. Do you want me not to take a breath?"


    "Joy, don''t argue with him." Du Yuesheng smiled and looked at the flying knife slowly flying to the sand and stone in the sky, not worried at all.


    "After all, there''s no point arguing with a dead man!"


    Joy was very obedient. She didn''t say a word to Ziyang''s ancestor at once, but her eyes turned to the dead.


    They didn''t notice the changes here. Their eyes were all focused on the throwing knife. The throwing knife had plunged into the hurricane blown by the ancestor of Ziyang.


    In an instant, the sand and stone all over the sky completely wrapped the flying knife. I couldn''t see the situation inside. I only heard the crisp sound of jingling. I knew it was the sound of sand and stone hitting the flying knife.


    "Hum!" hearing this, old Ziyang couldn''t help laughing proudly. The tone he just blew was not random, but secretly used a Ziyang''s great magic. Even a distracted expert could be blown to pieces of meat. It''s too simple to deal with a throwing knife.


    The other ancestors also nodded secretly. They were very familiar with each other. Of course, they saw that Ziyang was making trouble.


    But just when several ancestors thought Du Yuesheng was ripe, they only saw a cold awn breaking out of the wind.


    It''s Du Yuesheng''s throwing knife!


    "What!" Ziyang''s face changed. Before he could react, the speed of throwing the knife suddenly increased, as fast as lightning.


    He didn''t give Ziyang the chance at all. The throwing knife penetrated Ziyang''s Dantian and flew out with a blood arrow.


    The Throwing Knife dyed blood and turned bright red directly.


    After the Throwing Knife rushed through the Dantian of Ziyang''s ancestor, it didn''t stop for a moment, and the speed was faster and faster.


    Because the speed of throwing knife is too fast, a long string of residual shadows are left behind.


    The residual shadows were connected and directly turned into a red ribbon.


    And the color of the red ribbon is more and more bright, and the smell of blood in the air is more and more strong.


    Because after passing through the Dantian of Ziyang''s ancestor, the Throwing Knife directly killed those Ziyang disciples. How can those disciples avoid the throwing knife that even Ziyang''s ancestor can''t avoid.


    Each disciple saw only a little red light flash in his eyes, and then his sight fell into darkness.


    Plop, plop


    For a moment, a dull falling sound came from behind Ziyang''s father.


    After two breaths, they looked up and found in horror that more than 1000 Ziyang disciples who had just been well fell to the ground at this moment, their breath was cut off and they were dead!


    Moreover, on the corpse of each Ziyang disciple, it can be clearly seen that there is a deep blood hole in the middle of the eyebrow and the back of the brain, and the blood is flowing out with the cerebrum.


    What''s more frightening is that at this time, the ancestor of Ziyang suddenly shouted: "my cultivation... Du Yuesheng, you really destroyed my Dantian and wasted my cultivation!"