The first cause of all realms

Chapter 586 Long Street Fights Dragon Sky!
How terrifying can a human voice be?

Just a calm sentence, the loud wind, the lingering explosion, and even the slight noise inside and outside the city have all disappeared.

The tyrannical will that seemed to come down here was like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Great masters who are as strong as Lin Daoren, Han Fengfu, and Fang Yulong all feel their hearts sink, and it seems that their thoughts have slowed down.

Yang Yu, who was the first to bear the brunt, went dark for a moment, and the goshawk, who got up from his seat, let out a mournful cry and almost fell into the air.

He flapped his wings in amazement and raised his height by tens of feet.

Yang Jue's eyes froze, his brows were hot, and the shallow crisis lingering in his heart turned into a dark frenzy at this moment, surging unceasingly.

This feeling would sweep over him every time he was about to step out of the Northwest Road City for a year.

"Nie Longtian!"

Under the great crisis, Yang Jue felt that his heart was clear, and he was more sensitive and lively than usual.

Surprised but not confused.

There is no fear, because at this moment, when he left the city, he already had a foresight...

boom!
Big hands squeezed together like cattail fans, and there was a muffled sound like thunder, accompanied by spots of light and iron mud squeezed out from between his five fingers.

"The best archery skills, the best bow, I have to say, you do have the capital of arrogance, Meng Hanguang is not wronged..."

The tall, nine-foot man suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

The not-so-luxury clothes were casually covered on the lean body like a mountain, and he was rubbing the iron slurry with his hands. There was a look of contempt and domineering between his brows.

No one saw how he appeared, as if he stood there a long time ago, older than this city.

This is, the unity of man and nature!

Wu Sheng...

"Nie Longtian!"

As the name was uttered from Lin Daoren's mouth, everything that seemed to be frozen suddenly reappeared just now, and the strong wind accompanied the heavy snow, blowing the bone-piercing cold.

"Wu Sheng..."

There was a master whose teeth were sore and trembling, and retreated without a trace, and then retreated again.

Any Martial Saint is an unrivaled hero who ranks among the top in the world, even if this achievement is not long, it is by no means an existence that anyone can underestimate.

Chu Tianyi completely extinguished the idea of ​​making a move, took a few steps back silently, and found a place with a wider view, ready to watch the battle.

At this moment, his mind became active, faintly, he seemed to smell the opportunity to regain Jianxin, but he also had hidden worries.

If this Nie Wusheng in front of him can be killed by shock, everything will be solved easily.

However, if that Yang prison can escape today.

that……

"Master Nie..."

Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong saluted.

"Lin Daoren."

Ignoring the salutes of the two subordinates, after a pause in the air, Nie Longtian's eyes fell on Lin Daoren outside the city gate:
"A certain family still remembers that 30 years ago, the first emperor sent a letter to Yulong Temple to accept you as a guest minister, but unfortunately, you refused..."

Nie Longtian felt a little emotional.

Lin Daoren 30 years ago had a much bigger name than himself, even though he had been promoted to the Grand Master for much longer than him.

pity……

"What, do you want to thank me?"

Wiping off the blood on his face casually, Lin Daoren sneered back:
"If Pindao was willing to be a guest of the imperial court back then, it may not be your turn to get that batch of Earth Yuan Great Pill!"

"That's true."

Nie Longtian was not angry, but nodded:
"You are much younger than me, and you possess Dao fruit, if you really become a guest minister, your status will be higher than me back then.

I got angry for a while, but my talent was wasted, what a pity, what a pity..."

He admitted it casually, and there was no sarcasm in his eyes, only a touch of pity.

Just like him in the past, the great masters who have been trapped in front of the Martial Saint's Gate have been unknown for 400 years, and even now, there are by no means a minority.

For the sake of Dao Fruit, for the last step, there are many people who are trapped for a hundred years, even until they die of old age.

Therefore, looking at Lin Daoren in front of him, he felt really sorry.

Thirty years have passed, except for a few people, almost no one in the world remembers how amazing Lin Daoren was back then.

"What a pity? Hehe, hahaha!"

Lin Daoren almost burst into tears with laughter: "It's ridiculous, how ridiculous..."

"How ridiculous is it? He recruited you, and he felt that he owed something..."

There was a touch of pity in Nie Longtian's eyes:

"The one who is the co-lord of the ten kingdoms and hundreds of millions of people, the sovereign of the world, even if he did something wrong, is it possible that he wants to apologize to you?"

"Apologize, how is that enough?"

Lin Daoren gritted his teeth, and the blood flowed from the seven orifices:
"If I don't die, I will whip his corpse, crush his bones, and burn his soul!"

"Impossible!"

Hearing this, Nie Longtian frowned slightly, but Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong's expression changed suddenly.

Such rebellious words, if they don't take action, they will be guilty of a serious crime when they return to Beijing!
boom!
The two stepped forward one after another, as if they wanted to make a move, but before they could step out of the city gate, their hearts felt cold again, and they stopped walking.

In the sky, Qianlong opened up again, and Yang Jue responded coldly:

"Yang is here too, so what's the point of playing these ghostly tricks?"

The longbow was directed towards those two gods, but this sentence was addressed to that martial sage Nie Longtian.

"Indeed, it doesn't make much sense..."

Nie Longtian held his chin and watched with interest.

But after Yang Jue thought for a while, he threw the Tai Sui bead back to Taoist Lin:

"Senior, take a step first, and I will come later..."

"Come later?"

Nie Longtian laughed, before the laughter hit the ground, it had already turned into a very high-pitched dragon chant resounding through the air.

"What are you, you deserve to save people from my uncle..."

boom!
The thunderous roar accompanied by the frightening blood energy manifested between the heaven and the earth.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were completely white, and the inside and outside of the city walls were covered with a vast expanse of whiteness, but this was not the whiteness of the wind and snow, but the extremely intense light and heat!

The wind and snow dissipated in an instant, turned into torrential rain, and then gasified like clouds and smoke.

In the midst of such earth-shaking changes, Nie Longtian made a bold move, raising his arm, and with his palm, the situation changed.

"Today, you are all going to die!"

The moment the mighty palm power burst out from the dragon's chant, it turned into a colorless but tangible giant dragon with complete scales and armor, beard and hair!
overbearing!

terror!
Shocked!

This is still martial arts, but in the eyes of everyone present, it is already a supernatural power!

"The might of the Martial Saint!"

Seeing this palm, everyone's heart trembled.

Three elements return to one, the true energy of a great master can be preserved in the world, well preserved and even last for a lifetime.

However, the will of a martial sage can even be passed down for thousands of years!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, that mighty palm force is no longer a palm force, but more like a mythical dragon king, roaring, roaring, and destroying the enemy!
Martial saints can't fly to the sky to escape from the earth, but their will is in harmony with the sky and the earth, but they can push hundreds of feet and shock ten miles in an instant!
Boom!

This scene is extremely frightening.

Looking down from the sky, Yang Qiu saw a hundred-foot-large mushroom cloud erupting in the city. In the bright light, a real dragon raised its head into the cloud, connecting the sky and the earth.

With an extremely domineering and ferocious momentum, he rushed to the sky!
This is blood energy, true energy, true energy, and even martial arts will that has been condensed to the extreme.

On the tenth rank, the palm of the subduing dragon!

"Wow!"

The goshawk wailed, as if hit by a heavy hammer, in a trance, it was about to fall down, terrified, but it seemed unable to balance its body.

This palm suddenly stirred up the wind and air in all directions, making it impossible for any bird to fly in the air.

"Such power..."

Watching from a distance is enough to make thousands of people lose their voices, and Yang Qiu, who bears the brunt of it, is bearing an indescribably huge impact.

It is different from Henry Zhang in the illusion of Liuji Mountain.

That King Zhao of the Western Mansion, with his power and will, is the elite vanguard of 20 people from Dali!
And Nie Longtian in front of him, his intentions and the direction of his momentum are only him!

boom!
Nie Longtian's attack was ruthless and extremely decisive.

And following his strike, in the wind and snow far away, there was another sound of chirping, and hundreds of thousands of flying eagles fluttered their wings.

It was densely packed, gathering towards the center like a dark cloud, and amidst the loud noise, one after another was pulled,

Divine arm crossbow!
A shot is a lore!

The overwhelming arrows covered all the space where the goshawk could move around. If you want to avoid it, you can only...

"Fall!"

With one step, Yang Jue showed no mercy, and with just one push, the goshawk fell to the ground.

And he himself, following the frantic escape of the goshawk, took a step forward and flew down under the suspicious eyes.

In the turbulent wind, snow, and air currents, with the help of the intertwined elemental magnetism and the blessing of the four-dimensional energy field, he made a bold move!
Face the power of the martial saint!

dong dong dong~
Like the beating of a war drum, the intense muffled sound came out through the body.

Blood energy, true energy, true energy!
Without any reservation, Yang Ju burned everything in an instant, the scalding hot blood stained his skin red, and burned like a flame.

"Fate!"

While thinking about it, in the cauldron of gluttony, the Zijin Gourd, which had already been ready to go, had already vomited out all the lives accumulated over the years, except for some extremely precious ones.

combustion,

combustion!

Under the burning of a huge number of lives, Yang Jue only felt that he was expanding, constantly expanding.

There seemed to be volcanoes burning in the body, and the scalding torrent swept across the limbs and bones, pushing and awakening the ten dragons and ten elephants hidden deep in the body.

hold head high!
Roar!
At this moment, Yang Jue felt that he was about to split apart, and the surging power seemed to turn into ten dragon elephants, wanting to leave his body.

Without any hesitation, Yang Jue made a bold move. His arms stretched out, sweeping through the real air currents, fully urging the already majestic power.

After more than a year of precipitation, Yang Jue has completely digested what he had gained, no matter his true energy, physique, martial arts, or state, he has reached an unprecedented peak.

And at this moment, use them all!
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the real gangster, the real body of Yuanci, Baquan, Shenquan, the old mother's secret art of splitting mountains, Buddha's elephant throwing...

And, very rarely would cooperate with him, the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword!

boom!
Both arms descended one after the other, as if yin and yang alternated, the sun and the moon surveyed the sky, the momentum was so great that even Nie Longtian couldn't help but change his expression.

"Such strong luck? No, is it supernatural power? No, is it Dao fruit? Or..."

Complicated thoughts flashed in his mind, but Nie Longtian moved away without any hesitation, with the blessing of will.

Whatever you do, kill me!

Rumble!
It's late, but it's really fast.

Lin Daoren outside the city was still holding the ink-colored black bead in his palm in a daze, and the clouds had already exploded in the sky.

The terrifying ripples spread layer by layer like a heart circle, setting off wave after wave of air shock waves, blowing to the city, as if the houses were going to be blown away!
"go!"

The moment the earth-shattering collision resounded, Lu Qingting, disguised and masked, suddenly appeared, and grabbed Lin Daoren's arm before Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong came to kill him.

Swish!
In less than a moment, the person had disappeared in place.

"not good!"

Han Fengfu's complexion changed drastically.

"The power of the Martial Saint is indeed extraordinary, but..."

Amidst the violent wind, Yang Ju's voice echoed, painful but hearty.

In one collision, his seven orifices and the pores all over his body were oozing blood. Even though the force of Yuan magnetic field relieved [-]%, he was still injured by the shock.

And this is the state of the unity of man and nature in which Nie Longtian was cut open by the Seven Star Longyuan Sword.

but……

"Today, you can't kill anyone!"

boom!
There was also a roar in the city.

The huge long street was crushed by Nie Longtian's foot, and terrible cracks spread layer after layer behind him. Dozens of houses along the street collapsed, as if encountering an earth dragon and turned over.

Dense gunpowder smoke spread from his body, followed by his face that was as calm as water:
"Five ghosts move..."

　Good night everyone... I can't use my familiar fingers, the speed of coding is greatly reduced, and I write at four o'clock in the second shift, I am really embarrassed...

　
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