Chapter 1186

"Uncle Chaoyang." Shengzi Wuji took a few steps forward and cupped his hands at Gong Chaoyang.

Only now did Gong Chaoyang see the Son of Wuji, and frowned slightly. He did not expect that the Son of Wuji was injured so badly. But he didn't ask much, just nodded slightly.

"Uncle Chaoyang, Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao were killed by Han Yu!" Son Wuji said in a complicated way.

"Who are Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao?" Gong Chaoyang asked suspiciously.

"Uh..." Shengzi Wuji was a little speechless, Gong Chaoyang devoted himself to pursuing the way of swordsmanship, he didn't care about the affairs of the sect, and knew little about the juniors. Said: "Pang Xuan is Master Pang's youngest daughter, and Lu Chenhao is his disciple."

"Oh!" Gong Chaoyang responded lightly, without any expression.

This indifference surprised countless people. People from his own sect were killed, so he reacted like this.

"Alas..." The Promise Son secretly sighed. Gong Chaoyang is like this, no one can do anything about it.

"Let's go!" Han Yu stopped his injuries, cast a cold glance at the Zhao family members, turned and left.

Gong Chaoyang followed Han Yu without saying a word. It seems that Han Yu is the elder brother and he is the younger brother.

"Remember what I said today, you'd better hide in Zhao's house and never come out." Sun Dahou glanced at the young disciples of Zhao's family, and finally took a provocative glance at Zhao Yuchuan, then turned and left domineeringly.

"Han Yu!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from inside the tomb. The sound seemed to shake the sky down, and suddenly the area with a radius of hundreds of miles began to vibrate crazily.

I saw a group of brown light, rushing like a star crazily.

A powerful aura, like a flood, shattered the mountains wherever it passed. Many people were overturned and coughed up blood.

An old man with beards all over his face, his eyes were bloodshot and murderous. It was Pang Xuan's father, Grand Master Pang.

"Han Yu, you dare to kill my daughter and disciple, die!"

Taishi Pang didn't talk nonsense, and bombarded Han Yu with one palm. The terrifying palm wind caused the void to tremble crazily like a picture scroll.

"Fourth level of the Martial Emperor?"

Everyone was shocked.

Grand Master Pang's aura is too strong, the aura of king's dominion over the world can make people breathless even tens of miles away.

Without hesitation, Gong Chaoyang took a step forward to block Han Yu and Sun Dahou, and greeted him with a palm.

"boom!"

The two palms collided heavily, and the terrifying sound of the explosion caused some onlookers to scream. What's more, he was directly shocked and coughed up blood, and died on the spot.

The air waves formed were even more terrifying, sweeping away, destroying all the way, and in an instant, the area with a radius of hundreds of miles was razed to the ground.

The spectators scattered like birds and beasts. If it weren't for the fact that many old masters had come out to protect the young people, I don't know how many people would have died in this confrontation.

"Junior Brother Chaoyang, what are you doing?" Grand Master Pang opened his eyes and asked angrily.

"Han Yu is my brother, you can't kill him!" Gong Chaoyang responded in a low voice.

"Did you know that he killed my daughter?" Grand Master Pang yelled.

"You can't kill him!" Gong Chaoyang said firmly.

"You are insensitive, the old man can't kill him, right? Then the old man will kill you first today!" Grand Master Pang was already furious, and now whoever stops him from killing Han Yu will die.

"boom!"

Grand Master Pang and Gong Chaoyang once again fought fiercely, hitting directly above Jiutian.

"It's interesting to fight each other!" An old master clasped his hands, ready to wait.

Except for the people from the Promise Hall, the people from the other ancient sects all had the mentality of watching a show.

Sun Dahou took Han Yu back to the distance to protect Han Yu. Han Yu quietly swallowed a few drops of the blood of the Five Elements Rabbit and began to heal his wounds.

"Second brother, your sworn brother is very powerful. Although your cultivation level is not as good as your opponent's, you can fight on par." Sun Dahou stared at the battlefield and sighed.

Gong Chaoyang is at the third level of the Martial Emperor, and Pang Taishi is at the fourth level of the Martial Emperor, one level higher than him.

In this era of no saints, the Martial Emperor realm is the pinnacle of martial arts pursued by practitioners. Anyone who can break through to the realm of the Martial Emperor is a genius among geniuses, and everyone has terrifying means.

In the realm of the Martial Emperor, it can be said that it is a fool's dream to want to leapfrog the battle.

For cultivators, the Martial Emperor Realm has returned to the original situation of cultivation. Almost everyone who has a high cultivation base is strong. Unlike Wu Zun and Wu Wang, as long as they have outstanding aptitude, they can leapfrog against each other.

As for Gong Chaoyang, even though his cultivation was one level weaker, he was still able to fight Grand Master Pang fiercely, which showed how terrifying he was. It is worthy of being hailed as a genius of swordsmanship that is rare in a millennium in the Wuji Temple.

At Gong Chaoyang's age, if he hadn't spent most of his time on the study of kendo, his cultivation would definitely be beyond what he is now. But this is also beneficial, his cultivation base is very solid, and his swordsmanship is beyond ordinary people, which is his ultimate move.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

The horrifying sword light went up to the sky and fell to the ground. Both Gong Chaoyang and Grand Master Pang were masters of sword use.

"Gong Chaoyang is indeed a swordsmanship genius. The same swordsmanship is even more superb than Grand Master Pang!" An old master's eyes were burning, and he was surprised by Gong Chaoyang's swordsmanship.

"No matter who wins or loses today, the Wuji Temple will be unstable, and the best show is yet to come." Some people gloated.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly, the Son of Promise shouted loudly, and rushed directly towards the battlefield.

Everyone was shocked. With the strength of the Son of Promise, if he rushed there, he would undoubtedly die. His domineering and fearless spirit has also attracted praise from many people.

Although the Son of Promise is a young man, a descendant of Gong Chaoyang and Grand Master Pang, his status in the Hall of Promise is no less than the two, and even higher.

As the helm of the Wuji Temple in the future, if he doesn't come forward to stop his masters from killing each other, he will become the laughing stock of the world.

Gong Chaoyang and Grand Master Pang frowned when they saw this, they hurriedly stopped fighting and retreated.

The Son of Promise flew directly between the two of them, glanced at them angrily, and scolded: "You are the ones who want the whole world, are you looking at the joke about our Promise Hall?"

The words of Holy Son Wuji made both Gong Chaoyang and Grand Master Pang tremble.

Grand Master Pang has regained some sense, but thinking about his daughter's tragic situation, he was furious again, and said: "Son, my daughter can't die in vain!"

Gong Chaoyang said coldly: "Han Yu can't be killed!"

Son of Promise suddenly became difficult. He naturally wanted to kill Han Yu, but Gong Chaoyang was a dead-headed person, and no one could shake his convictions. If anyone in the Wuji Hall can control Gong Chaoyang, then only the current Hall Master is the only one.

"Let's talk about this matter when we go back. Master will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." Son Wuji looked at Grand Master Pang and said.