The first cause of all realms

Chapter 169 Zhiyang Zhigang, the power of a martial saint!
In front of his eyes, the setting sun was like blood, and the flags were flying in front of him, and between his mouth and nose, there was an extremely strong and murderous air of iron and blood.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jue felt that his heart and blood became hot.

Sweeping slightly from the corner of the eye, at this time, he was standing on a huge chariot, among the soldiers waiting in full force, was the famous general Wu Zhilong from Dali.

Farther away, there are dozens of generals guarding the Chinese army.

Where he was right now, he was in the middle army of Dali, and that side was waving in the wind, with a banner with the word 'Wu' printed on it.

Now he is the vanguard of the left side of Dali, the banner bearer under Wu Zhilong's tent.

"This is watching people order food..."

Yang Ju murmured in his heart.

When a general goes out to battle, a flag will be erected behind or beside him, which is called the "big banner", which is the gathering point for the morale of the whole army.

Therefore, a beetle-resistant person must not only be able to kill the enemy on horseback, but also be able to carry the flag and protect the flag. He must have a strong force.

Faintly, Yang Jianpin produced something.

The identity of entering this fantasyland of Liuji Mountain is random, but at the same time, there is a comparison.

When he entered for the first time, although he had some martial arts, it was too insignificant on this battlefield. No matter how many times he entered, it was impossible to randomly pick up any important identity.

That is to say, the identity of entering also represents the judgment of this fantasy world on its own strength.

"If this is the case, wouldn't I have the opportunity to directly 'replace' Wu Zhilong to fight that Western Mansion King Zhao?"

Yang Jue's eyes lighted up slightly, and his heart was a little moved.

boom!
Rumble!
The ground trembled, and horseshoes sounded like thunder.

Accompanied by a long-lasting roar, Chasing Wind Chiyunma leaped out of the shadows, and under the cloak billowing like flames was the man who made the 20 troops tremble.

Xuanjia Jingqi, charge!
"kill!"

A distance of tens of miles away, Yang Qiu could feel the killing intent reaching straight to the center of his eyebrows, and that phoenix wing gilded with gold was pointed straight at the Chinese army's tent!
The rise of the five senses made Yang Jue feel the horror of the Xuanjia Jingqi even more clearly.

Especially under the leadership of that man.

In the shadows, the Eight Thousand Profound Armor straddled the horse and moved in unison, like a divine arrow shot by a god, with a destructive edge.

Shengsheng dug out the overwhelming rain of arrows, pierced through the battle formation of Dali's vanguard army, and severely damaged the morale of Dali's army with unparalleled power.

Yang Jue saw ten thousand arrows being fired at once, and saw a group of generals rushing forward, and then flew backwards at a faster speed, the phoenix wing gold plated was frighteningly out of bounds.

Every time it is swung, a large number of soldiers will be thrown out like thatch, looking at everyone!
The horror of Henry Zhang lies not only in himself, but also in the Eight Thousand Profound Armors behind him. Although these elite cavalry he cultivated by himself have not yet reached their peak.

But the first appearance of grandeur has caused an uproar in the Dali army.

Rout!

Facing the terrifying figure like a demon god, even if there are many elites in the Dali army, they all look bleak, after being penetrated again and again.

Already showing signs of defeat!

On the chariot, Yang Jue's fingers holding the long knife unconsciously flicked, but he was still suppressed and waiting.

He has seen this scene too many times, so he naturally knows when is the best time for him to make a move.

Boom!

The windy dragon that winds hundreds of feet rolled up countless soldiers and soared into the sky.

Wu Zhilong's expression was indifferent, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard screams and screams.

"The big banner, the big banner has fallen!"

what? !

All the Dali warriors including Wu Zhilong turned their heads one after another, and saw a figure rising from the ground, kicking it down, and the big banner shot out like a sharp arrow.

Then, the figure moved across the wind, showing an astonishing attainment of lightness kung fu.

Standing in the air, he changed direction several times in shock, caught up with the shooting banner, and once again borrowed his strength to charge a hundred feet away, setting off a cold saber light.

He slashed towards the terrifying man who looked like a god and demon under the cloak billowing like flames.

The internal energy is swallowed, the strong wind is surging, and the sword light is extremely sharp!
"Oh?"

After emptying the whole body with a single stroke, Henry Zhang raised his head indifferently. At this moment, Yang Qiu even caught the actual flash of lightning in his sea-like eyes.

Then, the five fingers of his left hand, which were by his side, flicked, bloomed like a lotus flower, and then closed again.

Just grabbing and taking a picture, such a small movement, the shock that Yang Qiu brought was unparalleled.

His eyesight is very good, he can see clearly, just grasping and taking a picture, the space with a radius of several feet seems to be grasped in the palm, and there are bursts of thunderbolts.

Immediately, the white fist that seemed to capture all the wind and wind in the palm of his hand was struck with a thunderous sound that resounded across the battlefield!
Rumble!
It's like thunder falling in front of your eyes, like a mountain falling.

And faster than the sonic boom was that white but heavy fist like a mountain.

puff!

This is the sound of the knife light being shattered.

At the moment when the fists and knives meet, Yang Jue finally realizes what is called Zhiyang Zhigang, what is incomparable!

In just a split second, his best strike has been shattered like a bubble.

Then, his right hand cracked inch by inch, reaching his arm and shoulder, and when the thunder resounded, his whole body soared up like thatched grass.

Unstoppable.

Invincible.

Standing in mid-air, Yang Jue's whole body was spurting blood, the seven orifices and even the tiny pores, the power contained in this punch was so strong that almost all the blood in his body was shaken out!

In his ears, he could even hear the unbearable wailing sounds from the membranes, muscles, bones, and even organs.

This is horror he has never seen before!
What kind of knife light, what kind of wind, what kind of horizontal training, under this punch, they are all as fragile as a piece of paper.

laugh!
This is the sound of a big banner being inserted deep into the ground.

Pfft!
This is the sound of heavy landing.

The battlefield seemed to have fallen into a moment of dead silence.

"Is this the Martial Saint..."

In the muddy pool of blood, Yang Jue stood still, half of his body had disappeared, but he smiled.

"I took this punch!"

"The meritorious deeds are no more than three levels, but you dare to swing a knife at this king. There are really bloody and brave people in the Dali army."

Immediately after chasing the wind and Chiyun, Henry Zhang's eyes flashed a strangeness.

Then, the phoenix-winged gold-plated iron broke through the air and landed gently:
"Not bad, not bad!"

……

……

"puff!"

Xiao Wu, who was cleaning, suddenly heard a sound, and when he looked back, he could see Yang Jue spitting out a large cloud of blood by the iron pool.

"Master Yang?!"

Xiao Wu's heart trembled.

Vomiting blood at every turn, this martial arts practice is too dangerous...

"So it is, so it is..."

Spit out this mouthful of emotionally turbulent reverse blood, but Yang Jue suddenly realized that he could see the sun behind the clouds.

In this fight, Jiu Niu Er Hu has not yet been promoted to the second level, but he has felt the progress of this supernatural power, which falls on the outside, which is his strength, which has been promoted again.

But this is not his greatest achievement.

His greatest achievement is that he finally figured out the illusion of Liuji Mountain.

This illusion is the real 'nine bulls and two tigers' god-species.

"Only by completely defeating that King Zhao of the Western Mansion can I truly understand the true meaning of the power of nine bulls and two tigers!"

Yang Jue understood in his heart, but he smiled wryly.

Zhang Xuanba in the battlefield of Liuji Mountain was not the King Zhao of Xifu who became famous all over the world, but he was already a tyrannical existence of the Martial Saint series.

Even if he can challenge again and again, it will be a very long process if he wants to beat this one, right?

"Master Yang?"

Seeing Yang Qiu vomit blood again and smile wryly again, Xiao Wu approached with worry on his face.

"I'm fine, I just figured out something."

Yang Ju was in a great mood, but he didn't say much. After adjusting his breath a bit, he closed his eyes again and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

……

Once a person is addicted, he does not know the passage of time.

Yang Ju entered the battlefield of Liuji Mountain again, but instead of challenging Henry Zhang, he pointed the finger at the other Xuanjia cavalry.

At this time, the Xuanjia Jingqi was not the most elite soldiers in the army selected by Zhang Xuanba after spending millions of troops. Of course, there are many strong men among them, but Yang Jue is no longer what he used to be.

No need to rely on the help of other people anymore, they can already fight these black armor elite knights in an upright manner, and even if they are briefly charged and surrounded, they can remain undefeated.

With the use of light kung fu, saber technique, and even archery, he even stopped the charge momentum of Xuanjia cavalry many times, forcing many Xuanjia generals to turn around and kill him.

Even once, Zhang Xuanba was forced to make a move, and he died tragically again under the phoenix wings.

Later, his target was no longer limited to Xuanjia Jingqi, but aimed at the generals in the Dali army, and even the main general Wu Zhilong.

The whole person is completely obsessed with fighting in battle formations, and he doesn't care about life and death in the fight, his martial arts progress can be seen with the naked eye.

However, he still couldn't take over the heavy golden phoenix wings.

"Is this the pinnacle of martial arts?"

Opening his eyes again, looking at the brilliance of many ingredients in the sinking cauldron, Yang Jue's expression was in a trance, as if he felt as if he had passed away.

"If I have a magic weapon of the same level, maybe I can last a few more moves?"

Warden Yang let out a long breath of foul air.

The punch he received for the first time turned out to be an absolute hit, and in the subsequent punches, he failed to receive the second punch...

The sharpness of the phoenix-winged gold-plated iron is simply irresistible, with a light slash, everything can be cut in two, and there is no possibility of competing with swordsmanship.

When he came back to his senses, the energy storage of the Gluttony Cauldron was full, but he did not choose to refine the 'Nine Bulls and Two Tigers Ingredients' again, but chose to keep this opportunity.

He has gained a lot from more than 20 trips to Liuji Mountain, and for the time being, he can't get more.

"call!"

In the underground palace, it was still dark, Xiao Wu huddled in a corner and was soundly asleep, Yang Qian picked up the meal prepared for him, finished eating, and slowly got up.

In the iron pool, Xuan Yingzhu was only as big as three or two fists.

The tumbling magma molten iron could submerge it, Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, he picked up the iron chain beside him, and tied Xuan Yingzhu with a swing.

With a simple pull, the arm-thick iron chain was pulled straight.

"what?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, as if he had sensed something, he stomped heavily, the ground he stepped on collapsed, and he exerted force suddenly.

boom!
Xiao Wu who was sleeping soundly woke up suddenly, and saw smoke and dust billowing in front of him, a burning red iron ball deeply embedded in the floor of the hall.

This, this is...

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