The first cause of all realms

Chapter 418 Shaking the sky and shaking the earth, thousands of people shocked the sky!
"What, what's there?"

Linlong King was astonished, and immediately realized that what the second uncle said was an apprentice?
But where did he get his apprentice?

Henry Zhang saw his doubts, and smiled slightly: "Actually, as early as decades ago, the old man intended to find an inheritance in the world."

"what?"

Linlong King was even more astonished: "I've never heard you mention it..."

"It's not accurate to say it's an inheritance. In fact, it's to find a compatible master for 'Qing Tian Sha Sha Di'..."

"what?!"

Lin Longwang's expression changed suddenly: "You want to give up 'Qingtianshakedi'?!"

What is it that lifts the sky and shakes the earth? Others don't know, so why doesn't he know?
His family's second uncle knocked on the door of the Martial Saint based on the Dao Fruit. Later, some people came to him to ask for the God Seed, but they were all politely rejected.

As far as he knows, his second uncle's Dao fruit can only differentiate into two gods, and it is said that one of them was lost in the Yulong Temple...

"A fuss."

Henry Zhang glared at him before saying:

"If the old man wants to walk in the immortal way, foreign things should not be kept. It is reasonable to find a master for him."

"you……"

Lin Longwang smiled wryly.

He wanted to say why he didn't go on the Kangzhuang Avenue, but insisted on taking some kind of immortal martial arts, but after thinking about it, he still didn't dare to say it.

He is also over the age of sixty, and he would be ashamed if he was beaten up in the street.

"You do not understand."

Henry Zhang did not explain, and turned to look at the distant mountains and forests: "Why, do you still want to hide it from the old man?"

Ok?
Lin Longwang came back to his senses, only then did he notice something strange.

Looking up, one could see a gray-bearded old soldier leading a horse slowly out of the shady forest in the distance, with a bow and knife on his upper body in armor.

"Uncle Liu?"

Linlong King's eyesight is excellent, and he recognized this old soldier as one of the Xuanjia Jingqi under the second uncle's command.

Huhu~
The wind blows through the forest with gunpowder smoke.

one,
two.

……

Soon, hundreds of thousands of veterans came out leading their horses, and there were more horses behind them. They lined up silently, without saying a word, but they were heavier than the mountains beside them.

It is depressing to look forward to.

Looking at this group of old soldiers, Henry Zhang suddenly fell silent, and after a long time he cursed: "You old guys, what are you doing out here..."

boom!
The old pawn in front of his head knelt on one knee, and spoke sonorously:
"Although Liu Qing is old, he can still lead the horse and fall for you, and fight in armor!"

"Fuck off!"

Henry Zhang scolded again:
"Can you still use a knife? Still wearing armor and cutting..."

Whoa!
The sound of Jiayi vibrating was like the rushing of the Yangtze River. Thousands of old soldiers knelt down together, and the sound shook the sky:
"Although we are old, we are not dead. As Wang Qi pointed out, we still dare to fight to the death!"

Rumble!
Thousands of people shook their clothes and raised their soldiers and roared, the sound was like rushing against the sky, seeming to disperse all the clouds in the sky.

The iron-blooded will that was so strong that it seemed indestructible made Lin Longwang, who had been united for many years, feel great depression in his heart, and couldn't help being moved.

These old soldiers may not be as talented as himself, but the will forged in these battles seems to be more pure than his.

Thousands of riders are like one person, and their pronunciation is like thunder. All martial arts and Taoism will be eclipsed in front of such a fierce will.

"Ugh……"

While the rumbling sound waves echoed, Henry Zhang sighed:
"Half of my body is buried in the ground, what else can I do..."

……

……

In the cauldron of gluttony, light and dark alternated, and large quantities of ingredients disappeared.

The figure of Yang Ju appeared again and again, stepping into the light curtain again and again.

failure!

failure!

Failed again!
Finally, Yang Qiu opened his eyes again after being bombarded and killed by Phoenix Wing and Gold Plated in the midst of thousands of god arm crossbow shots.

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

There seemed to be a real light spurting out of his eyes, and Yang Jue's mood was agitated, and he overwhelmed the severe pain of death again and again.

Henry Zhang is a martial artist, but he is also the commander of an army!

As a warrior, he will never retreat from battle.

But as the head coach, he would never allow the entire army of his subordinates to be annihilated.

If things cannot be done, Xuan Ba ​​cannot be defeated, but Xuan Jia can retreat!

"If you don't lose, you lose, if you don't win, you win!"

"I understand……"

"The situation of eight thousand Xuanjia soldiers is Henry Zhang's strongest point, but also his weakness!"

"The eight thousand disciples are all gone, and only the overlord will commit suicide by the river! The situation of the army, so it is like this..."

Finally, Yang Ju suppressed the throbbing in his heart, closed his eyes once again, and made the last attack.

"Come again!"

……

……

Killing is an art.

A skill that is enough to ponder for a lifetime and never ends.

Zhao Wusha didn't know, or he didn't care why other people joined Cuiminglou, but he joined Cuiminglou for one and only one reason.

That is to kill.

He lost his father when he was four years old, and killed the rogue who violated his mother when he was eight years old.

For more than 70 years, he has lost count of how many people he has killed, let alone how many ways of killing he has mastered.

A person like him would be afraid and worried, but he would never doubt his own method of killing.

"The grand master cannot be touched, but anyone under him can be killed!"

In Longyuan City, in the south of the city, in a certain tea shop, Zhao Wusha held a teacup and blew it lightly. In the hazy mist, he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

It had been many years, and he hadn't felt such apprehension before killing someone, just like when he was eight years old, when he stabbed the rogue to death with a wooden stick.

Fear, apprehension, cringe...and excitement.

He originally thought that he would feel resentment and resistance when he was forced to accept the assassination mission, but it was only at this moment that he realized that he had no resentment at all.

Yes, just excited.

At a certain moment, he heard exclamations and commotions from outside the long street. Inside and outside the long street, crowds were surging, and pedestrians retreated one after another.

A bamboo chariot came slowly.

"Zhang Lingfeng..."

He breathed out the turbid air lightly, restrained his killing intent and sharpness, and in a flash, he was like an old farmer who was dying, his old eyes were dim.

The bamboo chariot stopped in front of a restaurant.

Zhang Lingfeng didn't get out of the chariot either, and looked at the restaurant with great interest. Several Confucian scholars were talking loudly, but when they saw him coming, their faces were all pale.

"Why don't you guys say anything?"

Zhang Lingfeng smiled.

"Zhang Lingfeng!"

An old Confucian stood up abruptly, causing the tables and chairs to rattle. His face was pale, but his voice was very sharp:
"You scum of a prisoner's mother bullying your nephew, you can do it, the old man can't say it?!"

"Bold!"

A soldier scolded sharply, raised his long knife, and was about to strike.

"not busy."

Zhang Lingfeng raised his hand to stop his movements, and looked at the old Confucian:

"As far as this son knows, you are just a corrupt scholar, and you have failed many exams. It seems that whoever is in the position has no influence on you..."

"you!"

The old Confucian's face turned red, he didn't know whether it was fear or shame, or he was already sick and coughed up blood.

"A poor and rotten Confucian dares to talk about big things."

Zhang Lingfeng smiled, and was about to leave when his expression changed suddenly, his eyes turned, and a gloomy knife light burst out from the pedestrians outside the long street.

laugh!
The airflow howled, and the wind exploded.

In less than a second, several soldiers guarding in front of the chariot were cut in half and cut straight.

His timing was too good, and the knife was too fast. No one inside or outside the long street, except Zhang Lingfeng, seemed to be able to react.

The faces of all the soldiers changed suddenly, and the voice of angry reprimand had not yet come out.

The gloomy knife light pierced Zhang Lingfeng three feet in front of him.

Then, the air seemed to stagnate at this moment.

"Um?!"

Zhao Wushao's pupils shrank violently.

A fair and even fat palm suddenly appeared in front of him, stretched out two fingers slowly, and held his blade.

"A quasi-grandmaster-level killer, a hundred-forged magic weapon, and quenched with the strange poison 'Soul-Breaking Smoke'..."

A low-pitched voice came to his ears.

Then, in his terrified and incredible eyes, his hundred-forged magic weapon was split open neatly!
From the blade to the handle, it was split neatly, as if it had become a thin sword or a soft sword, and the noodles seemed to have collapsed.

Then, there are his true body, arms, blood, torso...

"road……"

Zhao Wushao's eyes widened with anger, but before he could even utter a complete word, he was distorted and torn apart by the invisible force!
Like that hundred-forged long knife, it was split open from head to toe!
"Unbelievable!"

Zhang Lingfeng sneered, suddenly noticed something, raised his eyebrows.

hum!
In a blink of an eye, Zhang Lingfeng's plump body was so agile that it surpassed everyone's imagination. No one could react.

What is faster than it is a flash of lightning!
One black and one white, like electric snakes jumping out from Zhao Wushao's broken body.

Boom!

Black and white are intertwined, giving birth to a huge roar, resounding inside and outside the long street.

"what?!"

Some warriors yelled and covered their eyes, only to feel that there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of them, as if a sea of ​​thunder had exploded in front of them, and they couldn't see anything for a while.

"The yin and yang thunder fell, and the sky was shocked?!"

Looking at the black and white intertwined, like a thunder dragon, like a spear piercing through the wind and lightning, Zhang Lingfeng's expression darkened.

Boom!

Black and white are intertwined, and a large area of ​​electric light rushes and spreads. After a while, there are screams inside and outside the long street.

"Sir!"

A few soldiers were the first to bear the brunt of the shock. Their bodies were covered in smoke and their long hair stood on end. They rushed forward in fright, but were blown back by the blast.

"Great master-level yin and yang killing hands!"

Amidst the gunpowder smoke, Zhang Lingfeng walked out slowly, his robes were all torn, and the electric light visible to the naked eye jumped on the pure gold armor inside him.

His face was gloomy, and in his palm, a thunderball the size of a fist could not stop spinning, emitting a frightening aura.

"Mr. Yu, what do you have to say?"

Zhang Lingfeng turned his head suddenly, beyond the long street, Yu Jing had arrived at some point.

"It is indeed yin and yang killing hands."

Yu Jing opened his hand, and the thunderball fell into his palm across the long street, and he weighed it casually:

"The true energy is strong enough, but it's a pity that the refinement is not enough. It's not my handwriting, let alone the teacher's. If he makes a move, the prince will not have the strength to question..."

　Let's go to bed first, the dog has become a waste... Recommend a book "Global Simulation Era". This is an era where everyone can enter the world and simulate life.

When everyone is 16 years old, there is a life lamp, which can illuminate two free life simulations.

In the simulation process, you must break through the limits of life, in order to soar into the sky!
otherwise.

It will lose the lamp of life, and die in a short life under the erosion of the black fog.

Lin Qiye, who came across, failed the first simulation!
The second simulation, suddenly obtained the permanent talent of SSS level: Genesis Deduction!

The first life: [When you were 2 years old, you suddenly became ill and became a big-headed baby with a low IQ. When you were 15 years old, both your parents died, and when you were 18 years old, you died of terminal illness as a teenager]

"Creation deduction, show me how to break the game!"

[Congratulations on changing your life against the sky, getting an S grade, reward...]

　
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