The first cause of all realms

Chapter 193 Destruction!

Yang prison?

The expressions of all the people are different.

The battle in Mulin Mansion was only a few days old, and someone may have heard the news, but obviously, the people present did not receive the news.

However, no matter whether they know it or not, no one would dare to underestimate this person just by looking at the momentum of his appearance.

"It's him……"

Yu Changjing was even more incredible when he recognized the person coming.

A few months ago, when he passed by the Mulin Mansion, he saw a young expert coming across the river, with both swords and arrows, and he beat the Patriarch of the Liu family who had been famous for many years and even made breakthroughs.

At that time, he could clearly see that this young man is strong if he is strong, but his internal energy is thin, and if he really fights, he may not be much stronger than himself.

But looking at it now, compared to then, it is more than several times stronger?
"Six doors Yang prison?"

Jia Qing clenched the long sword at his waist, narrowed his eyes, and thought about it, as if thinking of such a person.

In his impression, that Yang prison is just a small role in the six gates of Qingzhou.

But this man...

"Yang prison? He is Yang prison?!"

Luo Lie of Iron Sword Sect shrank his pupils, killing intent and fear arose in his heart.

"Amitabha."

Reboot put your hands together, your face is moved, and your heart is full of joy and surprise.

Benefactor Yang, stronger than before...

The summer wind is faint, blowing the corners of the clothes.

"Long stay? It seems that it's just right to come."

After sweeping through everyone, Yang Yu knew it all.

This gang of vicious gangsters really dare to come outside Qingzhou City to act recklessly, and their purpose of coming to this refugee town is self-evident.

No matter how stupid a person is, he would never dare to face the thousands of god-armed crossbows in Qingzhou City.

Whoosh!

Looking at the young man walking slowly out of the smoke and dust, under the twilight of the night, everyone felt a little bit of coolness rise in their hearts, which immediately turned into a dense cold wave, piercingly cold.

It was an undisguised killing intent.

"Whoever you are! Play tricks and kill!"

Feeling the undisguised killing intent of the visitor, and seeing the aura of all his subordinates drop, Jia Qing's heart skipped a beat, and every step made a point.

boom!
It was like a thunderbolt, and the ground exploded.

Draw your sword and kill.

This sword is extremely sharp.

Having seen Yang Jue's astonishing archery skills, his shot is a lore, his inner energy is surging, his blood is on his face, and his sword is hesitating, it is impossible to let him shoot the arrow!

"kill!"

As soon as Jia Qing made a move, all the thugs in Changliu responded one after another. They were used to licking blood from the edge of a knife, so they didn't care who came.

After being frightened, tyranny and anger were born.

What you are doing is the business of beheading, so how can there be any timidity and shrinking?

clang clang clang clang~
There was a loud sound of swords and swords, and all the guards in Jinyi came back to their senses. They raised their swords and soldiers one after another, and killed the rioting bandits.

All of a sudden, the spirit of killing was overwhelming.

Only the masters of the sect such as Yu Changjing, although they also moved, they did not move forward, but retreated without a trace, and their attention was completely attracted by Jia Qing's sword.

Jia Qing, who was born in a noble family, was sent to Zhujian Villa to learn martial arts when he was young, but his family fell into decline for some reason when he was young, and his parents, relatives and friends all died tragically.

In a rage, he killed the Shangguan in the city and became a bandit.

For decades, he traveled to three states, killing countless people, and his swordsmanship is extremely famous. Before Ji Longshan made his debut, he was the most famous bandit in Qingzhou.

This sword demonstrated its tyrannical strength in the state capital for decades.

I saw the smoke and dust billowing, a line of shock pierced the air, and the distance was tens of feet in an instant, and the sword came out silently, as if even the sound of the sonic boom was left far behind.

Only the line that the sword glow cut through, seemed to be a vacuum-like passage that slowly lingered.

This is a sword, but more than one sword.

As the sword glow flickered, thousands of cold glows evolved, like stars falling, filling the sky and earth, dotted with stars, but orderly.

It's not a simple stabbing with sword light, but a sword array that can only be used by a few people or even a dozen people by one person!
Any bit of coldness is not a false move, and it is all a false move.

The real ultimate move is hidden in it, implying that he will kill, but not revealing it, there is really no trace to be found.

All the masters who watched the battle felt cold, they only felt that they were on the opposite side. Facing this sword, they had no choice but to avoid the vital points and exchange injuries.

when!
However, in the next instant, all the sword lights that filled the sky had disappeared.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and a straight knife stabbed out flatly, no more, no less, but it happened to hit the tip of Jia Qing's sharp sword.

"Um?!"

Jia Qing's pupils shrank, and he felt as if a sword was piercing the mountain. The surging sword light was instantly swallowed up and crushed, and the trembling sword almost bent down.

"Good swordsmanship..."

Yang Jue pushed the long knife flat with one hand, his eyes were bright.

Even after going through many sword fights in the Sky Sea Realm to subdue Qixing Longyuan, this sword is still not bad in his eyes.

But it's just not bad.

The seven-layered sword circle divided by the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword, the swordsmanship urged by any sword in it is even better than this sword.

It's not about the level of swordsmanship.

It's the gap between a flesh and blood body and a flying sword without any constraints.

When a person pushes the sword, no matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it is still limited by the human body, and there is no trace of antelope horns swayed by the flying sword.

After the trial of Qixing Longyuan, although he used more swords, in terms of swordsmanship, he has already surpassed the big bandit in front of him by a lot.

"good?!"

Hearing the voice of approval, Jia Qing was furious, and the curved long sword suddenly raised its head like a curled up dragon.

Immediately, following his turn, the sword light moved with him, and also turned at a very high speed, like a poisonous dragon with its fangs exposed, swallowing the opposite enemy.

"Sword skills are good..."

The sword light slashed down again, Yang Jue remained motionless, but with a turn of his wrist, the sword light shot up into the sky, and then fell down, like moonlight streaming down and mercury pouring down the ground.

In an instant, the sword light was completely submerged like a river tide:

"The people who use it are average."

boom!
boom!
There was a loud explosion that resounded through the night.

Countless silt, sand, earth and rocks shot up into the sky in an instant, and the turbulent air waves immediately exploded, layer upon layer, and slapped away in all directions.

With a single cut, it was like a thunderbolt exploding.

This is not just an explosion of inner energy, but also an explosion of pure power that surpasses the limit of ordinary people and is pure to the extreme!

Dang!

Accompanied by a tooth-piercing sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.

Jia Qinghua fell back, and his whole body staggered back as if struck by lightning. The air waves visible to the naked eye exploded around him, and his clothes were torn apart inch by inch.

This knife is like a mountain pressing down horizontally.

There was no sword light, no sword energy, but the pure burst of power made his expression change drastically.

I couldn't help thinking of a figure in my heart.

A mouthful of reverse blood spewed out with a roar:
"Four elephants are not enough?!"

How can pure physical strength be tyrannical?

Jia Qing's expression changed drastically, and he remembered Wei Zhengxian, the general of Qingzhou.

This general who joined the army in his teens, according to legend, at the beginning of his blood exchange, he had the strength of the four elephants. With one arm, he could wrestle with the four elephants.

The strength of this person is no less than that of Sixiang!
"what!"

Dancing wildly, bursting with blood.

After retreating again and again, Jia Qing let out a roar, and the raging sound waves rolled back and forth in the night, like large invisible ripples.

People who were a little closer only felt tingling in their eardrums, and those who were far away were also taken aback.

"Second leader!"

There are gangsters roaring and killing, and they are not afraid of death.

snort~
However, as soon as the knife light fell, seven or eight heads flew into the sky, and the bloody aura was overwhelming for a while.

"what!"

One retreated, and several brothers died tragically under the sword. Jia Qing was frightened and angry, but the blade was too strong, although he hated it, he still retreated a few steps.

roared:

"The idea is tough, shoulder to shoulder! Once he shoots the bow, no one can escape!"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Yu Changjing and other sect masters.

The pronunciation is like thunder, and it can be heard for miles.

Although Yu Changjing and the others retreated a lot, they naturally heard this sentence, and naturally understood in their hearts that he was telling the truth.

In terms of its terrifying archery skills when it came, once it opened its bow and set an arrow, almost no one was sure to avoid it, and it could walk with the arrow.

No one thought they could escape at all.

But the group of people didn't even look at each other to discuss, they all retreated in unison, the speed exploded, and they fled towards the night in all directions.

shoulder to shoulder?

Escaping may not be lifeless, but if you go forward, you will definitely have a dead end!
Jia Qing's martial arts were still higher than theirs, his internal qi erupted, his blood was gushing, and he was forced to retreat with a single blow, how could they come together?
Only a group of thugs from Changliu Mountain, Wenyin roared and killed them one after another.

clang clang ~
There are chaotic knives like forests, and there are even long swords and spears accompanying them.

The thugs who can follow Jia Qing here are naturally good players, and many of them are elites who have passed the second level.

But at this time, it seemed to be overshadowed.

When Yu Changjing and the others fled, he didn't forget to look back, but he saw blood rushing to the sky, heads rolling, and before one fell to the ground, several rose to the sky.

Looking at it from afar, you can feel the evil spirit coming in, and you feel cold all over your body, how dare you go up?

"Rat! Untrustworthy sect rat!"

Seeing the members of the sect fleeing and many brothers being killed, Jia Qing's eyes were about to burst, he gritted his teeth, and crushed the secret medicine hidden in his teeth.

Let out a howl:
"kill!!!"

As soon as Jia Qing stomped on, his whole body glowed red like blood, and his thin body swelled up like blowing air.

You can even see the bulging veins under its skin.

During the wild dance, a sword was about to be slashed out again.

However, in the next instant, a round of saber light came swiftly like a crescent moon.

laugh!
The light of the saber passed around his neck, and Senhan's sharp edge remained undiminished, and he chopped off several gangsters who rushed to kill him.

"Ho ho..."

The long sword in Jia Qing's hand fell to the ground, his throat was held in both hands, his eyes were scarlet, like a ghost:

"Running dog, you will die badly..."

Blood spurts.

This scene can be called spectacular.

A martial artist who has changed his blood twelve times, even in his twilight years, has more than a hundred times the vitality of ordinary people, and when he is angry, he is even more boiling than ordinary.

This time the owl's head went away, and the thick blood rushed out, it was like a waterfall flowing backwards, rushing up a few feet, and crashing down.

It was like a blood rain fell from the sky!
"Huh~"

Lightly sweeping across the headless body, Yang Jue sheathed his saber, Xu raised his longbow, and shook his head slightly:

"Death is dead, so much nonsense..."

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)