The first cause of all realms

Chapter 319 A Good Knife (Part [-])
call!
The calm voice came from the blizzard, and the actual severe cold also followed.

Under the lobby with six doors, there are special plumbing facilities. The scalding hot water circulates in the ground day and night, and the indoor temperature is pleasant. However, at this time, everyone present can feel the harshness of winter.

"Who?!"

Shangguantang's eyes froze, and his figure was like lightning. Tie Feng, who was close at hand, only felt his face rushing with energy. He didn't see anything, and his figure was gone in front of his eyes.

"Yang Prison?!"

Tang Bailie, Zhao Qingchuan, etc. had met Yang Jian face to face, and those who had contact with him were all shocked, and then rushed out of the six doors.

In the cold wind, from the other side of the long street, a person came walking on snow. He carried a divine bow and a long knife at his waist, his red clothes were like fire, and his spirit was as heavy as a mountain.

A long street away, all the people felt sore eyes, as if they had been stabbed.

"This person's martial arts..."

Zhao Qingchuan's eyelids twitched.

He recognized who was coming, although in a sense, this was only the second time he had seen this person.

He still remembers the first time, the person in front of him shot and killed Ji Longshan with a magic bow, but at that time, he didn't care much about it, it was mostly Xu Wenji's plan.

His martial arts is not necessarily higher than his own.

But looking at it now, even if there are people in front of him and behind him, there is a sense of a light on his back. The current Yang prison is like a magic knife out of its sheath, showing an astonishing edge.

Not only Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, but even Shangguantang felt a sense of disbelief in their hearts when they felt the aura conveyed.

This kid seems to be much stronger than what is recorded in the information...

Whoosh!

With his sharp edge leaking out and his heart restrained, Yang Jue walked in the wind and snow, his expression was calm and his mood was peaceful.

Two months had passed since Nie Wendong was killed.

Two months was not too long or too short, but it was enough for him to digest all the soaring strength in the past.

During the days when he urged his horse to walk alone and away from the hustle and bustle, his mind seemed to have undergone a great baptism. According to the martial arts in Jianghu, this is a spiritual improvement.

The improvement of spirit seems to be invisible to ordinary people, but it is different for Yang Qiu.

In the past month of heavy snow walking alone, he has felt this change very clearly. His five senses, and even the sixth sense of "mind and eye", all have amazing changes in which the dust fades and the pearl shines.

Just like at this time, he looked ahead, but all the small and small changes within a radius of tens of feet or even more clearly appeared in his mind like looking down at the palm prints.

Snow, fallen leaves, footsteps, breathing, and even the rhythm of everyone's heartbeat are all audible and visible.

His expression was calm, but Shangguantang's expression was strange.

Before he set off, he naturally had detailed information about this person, but in his opinion, if he was younger than the weak crown and had a famous teacher, even if he suspected to have supernatural powers, he was nothing more than a giant piled up of mud and sand, big and empty.

But at this moment, seeing this person pacing, he no longer looked down upon him. This person's martial arts already had a divine will, not just a simple accumulation.

The flesh and blood are weak, tangible and qualitative, the spirit is empty, endless and infinite, and when you reach the five levels, you can exchange blood and achieve great success. It is difficult for the flesh and blood to grow rapidly at this point.

Therefore, after the melting furnace condensed, martial arts went to the spirit of nothingness.

But he only came into contact with this realization a few years ago. For this, he has devoted decades of hard work, and this person is probably less than one-third of his age...

how come……

call!
Yang Qian stopped and looked at the thin old man:
"Shangguantang."

As an official of the two major intelligence organizations of Six Gates and Jinyiwei, Yang Qiang has read countless files in the past two years.

The world dare not say it, but there are few masters in Qing, Yun, Baizhou and even Longyuan Daoming who cannot be recognized.

Of course, he also has an impression of Shangguantang.

This person is older than Fang Qidao, and he once competed for the world's four great gods, but unfortunately, he was defeated by one of the current four great gods, 'Qiu Fengwu', before leaving Longyuan Dao.

But this is bad luck, his martial arts are extremely high, and he is famous in Longyuan Dao, not to mention in Baizhou.

At this time, I can see it, and I am a little happy to see it.

Others didn't seem to think much of it when they saw it, but in the eyes of Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, it was completely different. The distance between the two was more than eighteen feet, but the invisible momentum was already colliding.

"You are wanted by the imperial court, yet you dare to appear in this Qingzhou city openly, provoking my lord, you are quite courageous, no wonder you dare to do such a rebellious thing!"

Shangguantang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"Yang is not only courageous, but also has big fists."

Yang Jue clasped his hands together, under his robe, the double-edged sword appeared and disappeared:

"Sir Shangguan, do you want to come and have a try?"

"it is good!"

The deep-set eyes shot out an astonishing light, and the moment he yelled, Shangguantang had already crossed a distance of eighteen feet, and his robe was agitated.

If you say you do it, you do it.

His speed was so fast that even Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, who were really accomplished masters, couldn't capture his figure.

I just felt that with his stride, the air flow in the air seemed to disappear, and no matter how he moved, his voice seemed unable to catch up.

boom!
It seemed as if thunder had exploded in the sky, the air roared and the air waves billowed for a while, Shangguantang raised one hand to the sky, and then covered himself down, his red upper body, and his big hand that spread like a cattail fan slapped down.

With this beat, everyone inside and outside the long street felt their eyes go dark and their eardrums tingle.

Yang Ju, who bears the brunt of the blow, feels as if there is a giant god in front of him, raising his arms and pulling down the sky, and the deep night covers all the space as far as he can see.

This palm can be called ferocious, but...

"Don't use it as a show, I don't even have serious interest in your palm."

Yang Jue's eyes were cold, neither advancing nor retreating, he waited for the palm force to roll down and hit his face, then he raised his palm calmly, his five fingers flicked like a sword splitting the air, clenched into a fist, slanted Parry.

Boom!

The reaction and speed of the two were so fast that the crowd could only hear the whistling of the wind and the rumbling of the thunder. Before they could retreat, a large amount of snow rose into the sky and was melted by the surging blood.

"Um?!"

Yang Jue just raised his arms and fisted with five fingers to meet the attack, but Shangguantang's eyes changed, he felt that the person in front of him was like an unshakable giant mountain, despite his palm strength like a tide, he was still majestic. move.

砰

The long street trembled, and the two bodies were separated at the touch of a touch. The rumbling sound wave spread in all directions, kicking up a large amount of snow and silt, and the bluestone floor was cracked.

Really domineering? !
Shock flashed in Shangguantang's heart, but he was not flustered, the blow was in vain, and he charged again, his feet stepped several times, causing the surrounding houses to roar.

While stepping, the blood is also stimulated, the heat wave is rolling, scorching the snow, one step out, there are ten palms, seven steps out, the palm prints are already covering the sky and covering the earth.

Yang Ju was concentrating, he felt that the palm power in front of his eyes was like a torrent, filling everything, and at the same time, he seemed to hear the turbulent waves rolling in his ears, and the sea roared, just like the Milky Way pouring into the ocean, rolling up endless waves.

The extremely majestic palm force is overwhelming.

This palm is exactly his famous martial art, Blue Wave Shocking Waves Palm, this martial art pays attention to the flow of power like a tide, one wave is better than another, overlapping, extremely fierce.

"Blue Wave Shocking Wave Palm!"

boom!
Under the bombardment of the majestic palm force, the air flow above the long street seemed to be emptied out of control.

Faced with such a palm, Yang Jufang was a little moved. He stepped forward, instead of retreating, he was squeezed into the violent turbulent airflow.

He stopped punching, but pressed down with one arm, grasping the double-edged knife.

Then, step, bow, and draw the knife!

Zheng!
The faint sound of mosquitoes and knives flickered and then disappeared.

Shangguan Tang's heart was moved, he saw the flickering and extinguishing light of the knife with incomparable keenness, this knife did not clank, and there was no sea of ​​rolling knives.

But when one of them pushed out, everything it passed, whether it was the air current, the strong wind, or the force of his own palm, was cut apart without a sound.

"So sharp?!"

Shangguantang's eyebrows twitched, and he felt the piercing cold light, but he had so much combat experience, he was shocked but not confused, the palm prints he struck didn't go straight, but bloomed like lotus flowers.

With five fingers raised, it was like pinching the wind and snow, and also pinching the long knife that was so sharp that it seemed to bleed and cry at a glance!

Under the four levels, warriors who are good at fists and palms are naturally inferior to warriors who hold swords. In a battle of the same level, one person holds a sword and the other is empty-handed.

But once the real life is achieved, it is different.

With the blessing of the real gang, a flesh and blood body can penetrate gold and stone and resist swords. Compared with swords and weapons, hands are the most flexible and changeable 'weapons'.

Therefore, after reaching the fourth pass, it is only possible to catch a sword with bare hands in a battle of the same level.

"What a lot of strength!"

With five fingers pinching the saber, and pressing down with the palm of the hand, Yang Jue's expression didn't move, Shangguantang's eyelid was cut again, this press, where is the knife?

It was clearly like a dragon struggling under his palm!
Zheng!
In the next moment, not only Shangguantang, but also the surrounding audience heard a long saber cry like the chant of a dragon.

Then, it seemed that a silver moon exploded!

boom!
The terrifying knife light broke through the shackles of the blade in an instant, and the cold wave crazily surged and filled the entire long street, cutting everything within reach.

Air currents, real ashes, dust, snowflakes...

The extreme sharpness raged across the long street, and even Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan couldn't catch what happened in the flash of light.

Only a muffled grunt was heard.

Immediately, a figure retreated violently, and one chased forward. A broken arm clearly fell on the ground amidst the blood splatter, and it was covered in mud as it rolled.

call!
Retire immediately.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down, blood and tears dripped from Shangguantang's eyes, the space between his brows was less than three feet away, he opened his mouth on both sides, like a straight sword and shimmering like water, not stained by a drop of blood.

"Good knife..."

　Going to the hospital during the day, I don’t know which bastard stole my battery car... I was delayed, so I continued to code.

　
(End of this chapter)