Whoosh....

Before Wu Yu, all he saw was stillness.

Before dao techniques, life and death was often determined in a single instant.

The blood-red horsetail whisk in Liu Qingshui's hands had morphed into a tempest of blood, whipping the winds into a fury, even sweeping up the yellow sand into it. And Wu Yu was trapped in the middle.

Within the fury, Liu Qingshui's cold and bloodthirsty eyes seemed to peer out at him.

The tempest of blood was like countless knife blades cutting him. Ordinary martial cultivators would have been readily cut to pieces!

A tempest of blood with the spiritual power of the seventh tier of the Qi Condensation Realm. It was much stronger than the tornado skill that Heavenly Immortal Hao Tian had used back then.

Weng, weng, weng!

The ripping sound of a razor wind raised goosebumps on the skin.

Suddenly, the cyclone constricted, and the knife blades swarmed Wu Yu. It was about to crush Wu Yu to bits!

Honestly, other martial cultivators at the seventh tier of the Qi Condensation Realm would have been similarly shredded to pieces in such a savage tornado.

But Wu Yu now...