The first cause of all realms

Chapter 75 Purple Gold Gourd?

"what"

Amidst the blazing flames, a dozen preachers of the Liansheng Sect screamed and danced.

Seeing Yu Chilong's death, all the preachers jumped into the flames at the same time, except Guo Han who was blocked by Yang Yu.

"If you believe in religion, you really don't fear death?"

Holding the butcher's knife dripping blood, looking into the depths of the fire, the crimson light that clearly did not look like a flame, Yang Yue stopped and frowned.

Running as fast as he could and fighting continuously, his body is still surging with extremely vigorous energy, it seems that once the ribs are fully formed, he will never feel exhausted again.

But a sense of exhaustion from the soul forced him to stop for a while.

The supernatural power is the reflection of the gods deep in the soul on the body. Although it can be used like an arm, but the level of his own internal and external martial arts is too low.

Faintly, he already felt bursts of tingling pain from inside and outside his body.

It was the groaning sound of my body, which I hadn't exercised deeply, was about to be overloaded.

"Unexpectedly, in such a small place like Danwan, there is such a gifted existence as Your Excellency."

Under the heat of the flames, Guo Han's face was flickering, and the nine-section whip in his palm dropped powerlessly.

With the body of the second exchange of blood, he killed two strong men with blood and blood in a row.

That's all for Liu Wenpeng, the sharp archer was approached by someone, and he knew how to kill him, but Yu Chilong was successful in horizontal training and was best at close combat, but he was beaten to death by three punches.

Although the level of blood exchange does not determine the outcome of the strong or weak, but all levels of internal and external martial arts training must be based on blood exchange.

Two kills and three kills, blood like an ox and blood like a tiger certainly exist, but those who fight at the second level, in his impression, are only those geniuses with extraordinary talents.

For example, "Wei Zhengxian", the military leader of Qingzhou, "Hua Liunian", the owner of Yunzhou Mansion, and Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Mansion who hadn't appeared in front of people 20 years ago.

"Burning the Great Prison and sacrificing people, are you doing the so-called 'Dao Fruit' in the fire?"

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

"You are hurt."

Guo Han said suddenly, although he was doubtful, he was absolutely sure:

"More than 20 years ago, Henry Zhang's tyrannical horse stepped into the rivers and lakes and was injured by the'truth'. Your inner energy is not enough to resist the mighty palm."

Yang Jue looked back coldly: "Killing you is enough."

His inner qi was too thin to resist the impact of the black iron arrow and the powerful palm of his inner qi. While killing the two of them, his qi and blood were also churning.

But it's just a tossing and stinging pain, and it doesn't damage its combat power.

"This Dao Fruit, you must take good care of it..."

Guo Han looked deeply at Yang Yu, as if he wanted to imprint his figure and face deep in his soul:

"In the near future, someone will come to retrieve this Dao Fruit. And you will die without a place to die!"

"Hahaha!"

"Ok?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, the blade just raised itself, the deputy helmsman of the sub-rudder of the Shunde Mansion of the Liansheng Sect, seemed to have given up all luck.

Roaring, laughing and throwing himself into the flames:

"Blazing flames, burn my body. Pity my old mother, protect my spirit! My mother..."

boom!
Just like cooking oil in a raging fire, the fiery snake suddenly sprang up several feet high.

Yang Yu's pupils shrank.

He clearly saw a purple-gold treasure gourd flashing in the flames, and then disappeared into the sea of ​​flames.

Is this the Dao fruit that all forces of the Liansheng Sect are pursuing?

Needs to be sacrificed...

hum!
Thoughts in Yang Ju's mind were spinning, and he saw the raging fire extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Among the devastated ruins, a palm-sized purple gold gourd shone brightly, reflecting half the street brightly.

"This is Dao Fruit?"

Yang Ju's body swayed, and he rushed into the still warm ruins, holding the purple gold gourd in his palm.

Under the shining light, his face flickered.

I'm afraid this thing is very hot.

"Yang Prison!"

Li Er jumped out from the corner suddenly, and almost shouted: "Quick, put this gourd away!"

call!
He clenched the gourd tightly with his backhand, and it was strange to say that as soon as his palm covered it, the purple-gold glory disappeared.

Before he had time to take a closer look, Li Er came jogging over and seeing Hao Guang disappear, then he patted his chest with lingering fear, and said it dangerously.

"Old Li, you are really lucky."

As soon as Yang Jue thought about it, he guessed why Li Eryi appeared here.

"Without the sound of the bell, these believers who have been fed and lost will wake up immediately."

Seeing Hao Guang disappear, Li Eryi breathed a sigh of relief:

"No one finds out, you can still deny it to death, if someone sees it, you will be in big trouble..."

He casually tore off the clothes from the dead body and put them on, Yang Yue's heart moved:
"You recognize this thing?"

"The lunatics of the Liansheng Sect treat me as a dead person. I have heard some things. They call this thing 'Kuixing Daoguo'. It is said that the Liansheng Sect has been looking for a treasure for many years..."

Li Eryi hastily stated briefly what he knew.

Not far away, there were bursts of screams and cries, and the bewitched believers had already woken up.

"Lao Li, help me clean up the battlefield."

Handed Li Eryi a long knife.

Yang Ju put on his clothes, and took a deep breath of the tingling pain surging all over his body under the air pressure.

With a movement of his feet, he kicked and held Liu Wenpeng's big bow, and galloped towards the city.

"Clean up the battlefield..."

Li Eryi, who received the hard work, looked at the mess everywhere, and his face was uglier than crying.

Yang Jian's attack was too terrifying. Those who were beheaded were lucky to say, but if they were beaten to death with fists, they would be like mud.

That's all.

That Yu Chilong was hammered into the ground, how did he get it out...

"Old man Wei, you must hold on..."

Resisting the stinging pain all over his body, Yang Jian didn't dare to delay, and quickly rushed towards the place where there were clashes of swords and shouts.

Immediately after waking up from recipe refinement, Yang Yu went to the long street where the Wei River was broken before, but he didn't find any trace of the two of them.

I followed the fire all the way here, but I still couldn't see the two of them.

I was worried for a moment, and even the thought of probing the purple gold gourd was suppressed.

……

……

pat~
Hot blood dripped from the blade, melting the thin snow on the ground.

Guan Shanshui's chest rose and fell, panting and sneering:

"Old guy, you can't do it, can you?"

This old Jin Yiwei is not only proficient in sword skills, but must have retired from the battlefield.

Although his muscles and bones are old and his blood has dropped badly, he has persisted until now under the siege of himself and all the nursing homes in Liu's residence.

And killed more than a dozen masters.

Right now, only Lin Qing and other warriors who had exchanged blood for the second time were still alive, but they didn't dare to approach any more, and just stood guard from a distance, in case the old guy suddenly stabbed him.

"Hehe~"

Wei He was exhausted. There were dozens of corpses lying in front of him and behind him.

Hearing this, he sneered back:
"Old pig dog, you can't do it, right?"

"It's not a problem to kill you!"

Guan Shanshui pulled the corner of his mouth, but his heart became more and more anxious.

Although Liu Wenpeng's level of blood exchange is higher than his own, and his swordsmanship is not bad, but after all, he fights too little and too little.

It is certainly possible to discuss, but once the life and death battle is unguarded, people avoid the bow and arrow.

I'm afraid there will be danger.

But this Jin Yiwei is really too difficult...

"is it?"

Wei He took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his body, held his clothes in his mouth, and tied the wound tightly.

A blood-changing warrior is still a mortal body, and his blood will also drop after sixty years of age. He used to be infinitely close to the blood of a tiger, but now, it does not increase but falls.

Fortunately, his blood will drop, but his martial arts level will not drop, and it will even become more sophisticated with years of practice.

If not, I'm afraid I have already explained it here...

But even so, he has reached his limit.

"Old stuff!"

Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth angrily, and finally, he signaled Lin Qing and others to avoid with his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he will stimulate his blood a second time and completely kill the old Jin Yiwei.

But suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by shouts, as if panicked to the extreme.

"Guan Daochang, yes, they are ours!"

Lin Qing and the others were vigilant at first, but then their expressions changed drastically.

Isn't it their people who fled in embarrassment in the distance?

"What?! Where is Master Liu?!"

Guan Shanshui glanced away from the corner of his eye, only to see the panicked faces of the guards but Liu Wenpeng was not there, he couldn't help but feel confused.

Whoo~!

Guan Shanshui was confused.

The battle-tested Wei He would never let this opportunity go, his qi sank in his dantian, his blood was bursting, and at the same time as he rushed forward with his feet, the ghost-headed sword was already drawn up to the full moon.

Cut to the latter's head!
Swordsmanship, beheading!

"Old stuff!"

Caught off guard, Guan Shanshui's neck was almost cut open, and he staggered back roaring.

Under the chaos of the heart, how can there be any thoughts to fight with others?

But Wei He was relentless when he gained power, and every blow was worse than another, forcing him into a mess.

"you wanna die!"

Finally, Guan Shanshui's heart sank and he let out a low growl when he saw the group of people running away in a panic, and there was no sign of Liu Wenpeng.

Start fighting!
boom!
The collision of swords and swords is no longer the sound of gold and iron colliding, but like two bulls galloping and colliding.

At this moment, the two of them didn't hold back any more.

One person wants to force the opponent back, and the other person wants to stop the opponent, touching sword with sword, and exchanging injury for injury.

After all, Wei He was too old to sustain his energy and blood. After several collisions, his momentum had weakened and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

boom!
But at this moment, a low and muffled sound exploded from a distance.

"This voice..."

Before Wei He noticed it, Guan Shanshui's expression changed drastically. He forced Wei He back with a sword, and turned to look at the end of the long street.

You can see a person running and striding, chasing the wind.

His momentum was majestic and his speed was so fast that all the guards were wailing and screaming in shock, but he could see clearly that the man was holding a broken butcher's knife in one hand.

In the other hand, he was holding a large stainless steel bow that he was extremely familiar with!
"My lord, dead?"

Seeing this scene, Lin Qing and the others completely changed their expressions, looked at each other left and right, turned around and fled in unison.

"My lord's bow..."

Guan Shanshui's pupils contracted violently, as if struck by lightning:

"how come?"

Wei He took a step back and slowed down. Seeing that he was absent-minded, he put the horizontal knife around his neck without thinking, and with one hand, he released the joints of his arms.

This is the only way to look at people.

First doubt, then surprise, and finally shock:
"How could it be you?!"

"Master Wei..."

Seeing that Wei He controlled Guan Shanshui, Yang Jue's heart fell to the ground, and a smile appeared on his face:
"Why can't it be me?"

　Well, as soon as the watch arrived, I had something to do in the morning and went out, so it was a bit late.

　
(End of this chapter)