Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

Seven days later.

Yiling, Mass Burial Mound.

The miasma and resentment formed by countless corpses filled the hills.

quack, quack, quack...

Swarms of ravens fluttered their wings and left the dark tree trunk under their claws, leaving behind a big bare old tree.

under the tree.

The two figures with expressionless faces stared at each other from a distance, and the cold stars danced in their indifferent eyes.

"You killed my Chao'er?"

"If Patriarch Wen was talking about Wen Chao, then he should be right, I was the one who killed him."

"Why did you kill him?"

"Kill it, kill it, do you need a reason?"

"Heh...you are a little bit interested, are you interested in becoming my Wen family's enshrinement?"

Wen Ruohan changed his tone, but asked something that surprised Yang Guo.

Yang Guo smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Every flower has its own flower, every mountain and every river has its own spirit, and people have their own way, and if the way is different, don't conspire with each other."

"Differences... don't conspire with each other? Well said, you are more interesting to me than the patriarchs of the other four major families, so let me see... how strong you are!"

After Wen Ruohan calmly explained, he tapped a small hole in the corpse with his toes, turning into afterimages, his knuckle-boned hands brought blood-red magic power, and killed Yang Guo.

In an instant, a bad wind hit his face, Yang Guo remained motionless, the cold night wind blew across his cheeks, and a golden bell exuding a simple and heavy aura appeared outside Yang Guo's body.

laugh--

There was a sound like a hot soldering iron being put into cold water.

Sensing the strong counter-shock force on his arm, Wen Ruohan's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly calmed down, and praised: "Spells that have never been seen before, very good."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Ruohan stepped on the flying sword and leaped into the air, a raging fire burned all over his body, sweeping away the miasma of corpses around him.

hold head high--

Canglong whispered, shocking people's hearts.

Wen Ruohan held the formula in his hand, and a mighty dragon with scales and armor burning with fire appeared behind Wen Ruohan in midair, carrying a round of scarlet sun on his back.

On a dark and windy night, on the mass grave, the flames were so bright that it seemed to burn everything.

"Come on, don't let me down!"

Wen Ruohan's ice-like face showed a hint of carefreeness, as he waved his arms, the terrifying Flame Dragon about seven or eight feet long charged towards Yang Guo with its fangs and claws.

Seeing Wen Ruohan who had amplified his moves in just one round, the corners of Yang Guo's mouth twitched.

Yang Guo didn't know.

Although Wen Ruohan was confident that he was invincible in the world, he also got the information from Yang Guo, knowing that Yang Guo could not control the sword.

At first, Wen Ruohan wanted to try to fight Yang Guo in close quarters, but after sensing the counter-shock force of the golden bell, he immediately chose to give up.

He is arrogant, not stupid.

Yang Guo stood on top of the corpse, looked directly at the attacking Yanlong, his white hair flaunted, a bitter sword emerged from his palm inch by inch.

"open!"

With a burst of shouting, countless sword lights rushed towards Yanlong with a cold air.

bang——

bang——

bang——

……

The sound of shocking explosions was endless, the flames filled the air, and the dust was flying.

In the vast night sky, the sun was still bright, Wen Ruohan frowned involuntarily as he watched the long silence below.

"Dead? Really boring... No!"

Wen Ruohan felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head.

hiss--

A fleeting sword brilliance tore through the sky, hitting the red sun in the night sky.

Wen Ruohan's expression was indifferent, a few strands of hair from his temples fell slowly, and he held them in his palm.

"not dead!"

The dust gradually settled on the mass graves, revealing the true colors of the earth. Yang Guo stood tall, holding a sword, with a smile on his lips, watching Wen Ruohan.

The people are the same, the clothes are the same, and they have not been harmed in the slightest.

Looking at the golden clock constantly spinning outside Yang Guo's body, Wen Ruohan bowed his head, and the broken hair on his palm instantly turned to ashes.

"Come!"

Wen Ruohan's eyes were cold, and with a light movement of his palm, a palm-sized three-legged fire crow flew out of the red sun in the night sky.

In just a few breaths, the night sky with howling cold winds was filled with densely packed three-legged fire crows.

Wen Ruohan stood in the air, wrapped in layers of golden and red armor, blending into the night sky and red sun.

Red light filled the air.

Night, day, all in one thought.

"Go and kill him!"

The icy words sounded, and the three-legged fire crows seemed to be loosed from the shackles, wandering between the sky and the earth, rushing to kill Yang Guo.

quack quack...

The noisy fire crows sounded one after another, annoying.

Seeing the fire crows in the sky like a rain of fire, Yang Guo chuckled lightly and advanced instead of retreating.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and he could vaguely see a six-armed angry King Ming appearing behind Yang Guo.

On King Ming's huge face, there was a half-anger, half-smile, extremely strange.

The cold wind in the mountains blows the stench of corpses and burnt to the entire mass grave.

Yang Guo, move...

Before the fire crow rushed to the golden bell outside Yang Guo's body, Yang Guo moved!
I saw him spread his arms, and with a light leap, he was tens of feet high.

With his clothes fluttering, Yang Guo is like an eagle soaring freely, fighting in the sky, unrestrained and wanton.

Stepping on the fire crows one by one, they flew towards the red sun step by step, towards Wen Ruohan who was hiding in the red sun.

In just two breaths, Yang Guo had already appeared before the red day, and also saw Wen Ruohan wrapped in a stomach.

Yang Guo borrowed his strength again, and the innate stellar qi poured down the waterfall, spurting out from the soles of Yang Guo's feet, crushing countless fire crows.

Lifting the long sword, he stabbed at his heart.

when--

"You let me be surprised!"

In the red sun, Wen Ruohan stretched out his hand, clamped down on the attacking bitter sword, and said lightly.

stab-

A long sword with stellar energy suddenly protruded from Yang Guo's left palm, the sword was as warm as Ruohan's breastplate, and penetrated an inch long.

"Patriarch Wen, you have many surprises!"

puff-

Under Wen Ruohan's visor, with a icy expression on his face, the palm attached to the gauntlet crushed the blood-stained long sword on his chest back to his innate qi.

With a wave of his arm, a cloud of golden flames wrapped Yang Guo up, trying to burn Yang Guo to death.

"This temperature is not enough, so... Patriarch Wen, please die!"

Yang Guo set himself on fire with his clothes on fire, he didn't wear a single strand in an instant, his skin glowed with golden light, but it was still intact.

Regardless of the raging fire, Yang Guo stretched out his palm and grabbed Wen Ruohan's throat.

With the other hand, he grasped the Gang Qi and re-condensed a long sword, stabbing Wen Ruohan's abdomen.

when--

Wen Ruohan remained calm, he swung the long sword away with the wrist guard on his arm, and faced Yang Guo head-to-head.

The golden bell was shining, and the force of the shock caused the meridians in Wen Ruohan's arm to contract for a while, and a sharp pain hit him. Wen Ruohan's long brows frowned under his faceplate, but a sneer appeared in his mouth.

While the thoughts were beating, the night sky and the red sun suddenly began to boil, shrink, and shrink unstoppably.

A surge of mana continued to compress, and the appalling temperature roasted and cracked the damp corpse on the ground.

Yang Guo was stunned suddenly, his back felt cold, he knew he had been fooled, the gangster energy under his feet stopped gushing, so he wanted to retreat for the time being.

"Don't rush away, come and try, is the temperature hot enough this time!"

Wen Ruohan suddenly took the initiative to grab Yang Guo's arm, even though the arm seemed to be broken, he didn't intend to let go at all.

"If you like to gamble, then come!"

Yang Guo became angry, the corners of his eyes were reddish, he firmly grabbed Wen Ruohan's arm and began to tear it.

He wants to see who can't handle it first!