The first cause of all realms

Chapter 385 The Madman's Night Demon Knife! (third change)
"Then..."

Yuan Fei laughed long and loudly, his blood was surging, like a flag fluttering.

Martial arts is based on qi and blood, after 13 times it can evolve into a furnace, and only when blood qi reaches its peak can the furnace be used to smelt hundreds of scriptures.

So far, everything learned has been refined and unified into one, and the qi and blood are blended together to become a master.

The qi and blood of a grandmaster-level warrior are close to blending, and the blood qi may not be stronger than that of the furnace, but when the two are superimposed, the power is so powerful that it cannot be expressed in words.

The temperature rose steeply, and even the downpour couldn't reduce it. The people inside and outside the long street could even feel the heat wave from the pavement.

call!
With a movement of Yuan Fei's body, he leaned forward, clenched his jade-like palm and held it out.

"bring it on!"

The sound is like thunder, and the air is like a mountain.

At this moment, the power he displayed was enough to move any bystanders. It was clear that with just one punch, the wind and rain were engulfed by the invisible true force, like a giant mountain pressing down!

Its power is so strong that the Chunfeng Building, which is tens of feet away, shakes, and countless raindrops and tiles are blown up to the sky!

"Come!"

Yang prison also shouted loudly.

The strength of a grandmaster is comparable to that of an ordinary warrior. Even if he has the experience of killing two grandmasters, he dare not underestimate him.

Not to mention that he had a certain advantage in killing the master of the Qixuan sect and the great sword master of Canghai, even if he didn't, the blood and power of the person in front of him were stronger than those two.

boom!
His toes stepped on the ground, like thunder blowing down, the long street roared, the ground trembled for a moment, and as he rushed forward, billows of mud accompanied by fragments of earth and rock shot up into the sky beside him!

It's like the waves splashed by a clipper boat across the river, and it's like a tall curtain drawn on a stage.

stepping,

bow,

Punch!

Pinch five fingers together, and hand out Baquan!

In the past few months, he refined the Jiu Niu Er Hu recipe three times successively, and used various means to fight the King Zhao of the Western Mansion more than 30 times, although most of them were crushed and killed without any suspense.

However, martial arts practice has never been behind closed doors, a fight to the death is better than three years of penance, and a fight to the death with a martial sage is an unattainable blessing for countless people.

All the excellent martial arts he has learned, except for the martial arts that require hard work such as Invincible Tiangang, King Kong Indestructible, etc., have all been pushed to the sixth level!
Among them, it also includes the domineering fist he learned from Henry Zhang!

This type of domineering fist was thrown out again, and it was like thunder on the ground. The dazzling golden light made people suspect that he was holding a round of golden sun and blazing sun in his hand, which was extremely dazzling.

boom!
There was another collision, and Yang Prison landed on the ground, the force that was removed surged underground like waves, and the already messy long street was completely reduced to ruins.

"Prince Zhao's domineering fist..."

Yuan Fei looked indifferently.

Then, the distance of hundreds of feet between the two seemed to disappear, and within an instant, the two fists met.

A shocking collision has come!

Boom!

The thunder dragon rolled away in the sky, the electric snakes intertwined, and the sound waves rolled, but they couldn't suppress the roar that suddenly exploded on the long street.

Without any further words, the two people who looked at each other with disgust collided in the downpour.

boom!
The real gangster collided with the blood energy, exploding a real flame, and the terrifying blood energy rolled in all directions, driving out the continuous heavy rain.

Like the most powerful hidden weapon in the world, it came over.

More wind and rain poured in, but they were pushed by the terrifying ripples and beat in all directions. The place where the two confronted was so dense that even the wind and rain could not get close!
Only the billowing water vapor centered on the long street where the two collided, spreading towards the whole city, and the visibility was extremely low for a while.

"He actually..."

Under the eaves, Lin Bai felt bitter.

No matter how thick the fog is, it can't cover up the shocking collision on the long street!
That pure and powerful Qi and blood is as dazzling as the sun in the eyes of him and even all warriors inside and outside the long street.

Just feeling the qi and blood rising, he already felt that his breathing was not smooth, but Yang Jue could face his might directly.

How could this be more than terrifying?
retreat!

retreat!

Without any words, all the warriors retreated in unison, and the nearby residents and pedestrians were also moved away by the people from the six doors who came later.

"He's stronger..."

On the eaves of a certain place, Bu Lingxu held a long gun in his hand, overlooking the long street, feeling the faintly detectable heat wave, and his heart was extremely complicated.

He only met Yang Qiu a few times, but every time he saw him, he felt terrified.

It's not the difference in strength, but the speed of progress.

He has never seen a martial artist whose strength can grow so fast, it is simply unimaginable!
When I first heard his name, he was just a newly promoted Bronze Medal Headhunter, a junior with a little potential. See you later, he has grown into an opponent that cannot be underestimated, but he still thinks he can fight.

When the Deyang Mansion met again, he was completely suppressed throughout the whole process, and he couldn't even arouse the desire to make a move.

But the previous few times were far inferior to this time.

Because, at this time, he can no longer hold his own...

"The battle of the masters..."

Everywhere in the city, there are all sorts of forces, dark men, and warriors from the rivers and lakes, but those who see this place can't help feeling complicated in their hearts.

seeing is believing.

Even if he knew that Yang Ju had the record of killing Canghai Great Sword Master, he might have other means and helpers to kill him, but to fight against him means that he already has the combat power of a master!

In the eyes of the vast majority of warriors, it is a legend and a myth to be able to compete against the master in the realm of the melting pot!
"The future is terrifying."

Looking at the looming figure, an old man felt amazed and regretful.

What a talent to be able to compete against the grandmaster at the age of a weak crown, but he was born to intervene in the important matter of seizing the heir, and he couldn't help but sigh with regret.

That's Yuan Fei!

Boom!

The long street trembled, mud and gravel silt danced together.

Once the sound of collision sounded, it seemed that it would never fall again. Two figures were seen interlaced, and the sound roared like extremely dense thunder.

This is the air bursting, the air is shaking!
For a martial artist under the true strength, it is only with one blow of accumulated strength that he can launch a burst of energy, but for a master-level warrior, he can explode the air flow with every move, and hit a fierce force that cannot be caught up with the sound.

Even though the two of them are keeping each other strong at this moment, the scene of probing and bombing each other has already made the warriors in the city lose their voices in shock.

This is the power that can really pull out a city by one person and defeat a thousand troops!
"My brother-in-law is so fierce?!"

Zhang Longfu's heart fluttered as he watched, and he couldn't help clenching his fists. Wang Laodao tried to drag him away several times, but he broke free.

"Sir!"

Looking at the two figures confronting each other in the heavy rain, Wang Daoren hesitated to speak.

Martial arts practice is based on internal training of breath and external training of muscles, bones and skin. However, for ordinary warriors, that breath has a limit after all, and they cannot fight with all their strength for a long time.

And when you take a breath, there is a possibility that someone will take the opportunity to kill you.

Only when it is smelted in a furnace, and the qi and blood are fused to generate endless true qi, can there be no worries about changing the breath.

He was amazed by the power that Yang Jue erupted, but after all he had never been smelted into a furnace. It might be fine for a short stalemate, but after a long battle, he would definitely lose.

Once caught in the air gap, there is even the possibility of death on the spot.

Therefore, seeing Yang Ju's great display of power, he was more worried. Seeing Zhang Longfu's confidence soared, he couldn't help but say:

"My son, Yuan Fei, Ye Mo, his truly powerful method is the sword..."

"Ok?"

Zhang Longfu was startled, and just about to remind him, he felt a blackness in front of his eyes, as if someone tore down the dark clouds that covered the sky, covering all the light!
"From Zhigang to Yang, you have already grasped the true meaning of Baquan. It's a pity..."

The voices that could not be suppressed, were Yuan Fei's whispers.

There was exclamation and admiration in his voice, but more of it was indifference. The people in front of him were all top-notch in terms of boxing skills, horizontal training, true strength, inner breath, and lightness kung fu.

The terrifying strength makes up for the shortcomings of inner breath and true strength, and is a true master-level combat power.

Even he has to admit that in a battle of the same level, he may not be his opponent. However, the real battle has always been to fight the weak with the strong.

How can there be any battle of the same rank?
boom!
With vigorous energy, the Yang prison fell to the ground, and the energy released surged like an earth dragon, and the already messy street looked even more like a ruin.

"Um?!"

The ups and downs took only an instant, Yang Juan stretched his arms, and was about to unleash the Tyrant Fist again, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, smelling a very deep crisis.

"Do you know why I'm called a Night Stalker?"

The electric dragon streaked across the sky, and what flashed was the last ray of light. Yang Jue saw it clearly. The moment Yuan Fei held the long knife at his waist, an extremely strong will emerged spontaneously.

Dang!

Accompanied by the clear and crisp sound of the knife, it is not the light of the knife that is as bright as a thunderbolt, but the darkness that is extremely thick and sticky!

That is, the black knife light!
"Deprivation of the five senses Night Demon Knife!"

Wang Laodao groaned and pulled Zhang Longfu suddenly, but before he could react, his eyes went dark.

The reason why Yuan Fei was called Yemo was because the martial arts he had learned was a top sword technique that was not inferior to Qinglong Nine Kills, and was listed in Xuankong Mountain's "Divine Skills List"!
And with the saber of the unrivaled master 'Ye Mo' that was passed down to 700 years ago, it is no less magical than the same product!

Not only him and Zhang Longfu, but also inside and outside the long street, and even further away, everyone who saw the black knife unsheathed was blinded.

The deep black color exploded in front of your eyes, and the darkness flooded everyone's hearts like a tide. In an instant, you couldn't see or hear!

It seems to be deprived of the perception of the outside world!
Watching from afar is already so terrifying, Yang Prison, who bears the brunt of it, fell into blackness immediately, feeling as if he was walking alone in the night without seeing the slightest light.

This is not only the deprivation of the five senses, but even his 'mind's eyes' were covered by black ink, and at this moment, he lost his perception of the outside world!

Only the terrible stinging pain surging in the sea of ​​​​hearts warns him,
The real crisis has come!

　Make up a chapter of the first grade of junior high school, and then fill it up slowly when I have time.

　
(End of this chapter)