The first cause of all realms

Chapter 95
Call ~
The north wind is blowing, and the cold current is howling.

Dulong Town, which was already dead and silent, became more and more cold. Apart from this angry voice, there seemed to be no other noises.

I saw everyone coming like sharp swords, like a majestic peak, and the sound of footsteps almost suppressed the sound of the wind in the sky.

The undisguised vitality is like a torch in the night, which cannot be ignored.

"Great master!"

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

The coming man's imposing manner was majestic and full of blood, which was much stronger than Feng Sanyu and Lu Wanchuan.

He couldn't help but move his index finger.

"My son, my son..."

Holding the rag, Lu Ming was extremely shocked and angry.

He never thought that his son would be planted in such a remote place, and violence could not help but appear in his eyes.

"Skin and bone?"

Cao Jinlie lightly pressed Yang Jue's arm, got up and walked to the window, looked down with his hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone:
"It's been a long time since I've heard anyone talk nonsense in front of me!"

Flying fish suit? !

The hearts of the leaders of Dulongzhai in the shadows jumped.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

No one in the world knows what this flying fish suit represents, even if they are all rebellious people, their hearts can't help but tremble.

"Cao Jinlie!"

Lu Ming's pupils shrank, and the anger in his heart suddenly dropped by three points, but his voice was still cold and harsh:

"Cao Baihu! That man killed my son, do you want to stop him?"

"I don't know who it is, it turns out to be Elder Lu of Bai Longxuan."

Cao Jinlie smiled coldly:
"Your son made friends with gangsters. If he kills him, he will be killed. What's the big deal? I heard that you have thirteen concubines. Could it be that such a villain was born?"

"Cao Jinlie!"

Lu Ming took a deep breath to suppress the rage in his heart, and his cold tone seemed to be able to freeze the air:

"This is not Qingzhou City!"

"Hahaha!"

Cao Jinlie laughed loudly when he heard the words, and pointed at Lu Ming, tears were about to flow from the laughter:
"This old dog actually thought that Qingzhou City had protected us."

"Hahaha!"

Lin An, Zhao Qing and other Jin Yiwei also laughed, and Lu Ming, who was laughing straight, was furious and his veins bulged.

"Cao Jinlie!"

Lu Ming strode like a dragon, shaking his sword and howling:
"Today I will kill that little bastard, anyone who dares to stop me will die!"

boom!
This roar was like overwhelming mountains and seas.

The sound waves visible to the naked eye suddenly spread around his body, setting off a strong wind, suppressing the laughter of all Jin Yiwei.

"Come out and fight!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"Fight me?"

Cao Jinlie laughed dumbfounded, and looked back at the crowd.

"Brother Cao, how about borrowing a knife?"

Yang Qian got up.

The martial arts of the visitor was much stronger than he expected, but he had no fear in his heart, on the contrary, he was eager to try.

"Not busy, not busy."

Lin An took Yang Qiu's arm, smiled lightly and said:
"You have killed so many people along the way, how about leaving this work to your brother?"

"This…"

Yang Qiu hesitated.

It's not that he cares about any credit, but Lin An's aura seems to be only as good as a tiger's, which is far worse than Lu Ming's.

"If the strength of martial arts only depends on blood, then where are there so many disputes in this world?"

Cao Jinlie said:

"This old dog is still one step away from being as angry and bloody as a dragon. If you kill him within a hundred moves, is there any problem?"

"Where did you use the hundred tricks?"

Lin An stepped down, and the man jumped out of the window like a ghost. With the ape arms stretched, the three-foot sword light was rolled up and swept ten feet across, and went straight to Lu Ming at the end of the long street.

"Cao Jinlie, how dare you bully me like this?!"

Seeing that the name of the visitor was unknown, Lu Ming was surprisingly angry.

Cao Jinlie, on the other hand, let out a smirk:
"If you learn your Zhenzong martial art 'White Dragon Palm', you are still qualified to fight with me, now..."

"Then don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Being so underestimated, the expression on Lu Ming's face changed several times, and finally revealed a deep killing intent.

hum!
Accompanied by the sound of Qingyue Jianming, he has already drawn his sword.

Perhaps his swordsmanship is extremely high, and he may deliberately show off his skills.

Yang Jue could clearly see that the old man had slashed dozens of swords at this instant.

Slashing, stabbing, picking, wiping, all kinds of sword moves poured out like quicksilver, and seemed to kill the sound of breaking the wind together.

A distance of ten feet passed by in a blink of an eye, dozens of swords were united and closed, slashing towards Lin An who was flying down from the bottom up.

It seems to be beheaded with a sword!

"What's the use of all the bells and whistles?"

Lin An volleyed down, seeing the sword light rising, he couldn't help laughing.

I saw the light of his sword sweeping across, and the person walked with the sword, as if he had become one with the light of the sword, facing straight, up and down, without avoiding or dodging, he slashed straight at Lu Ming:
"Old dog, you are not qualified to challenge a hundred households, let's play!"

clang clang~
The swords and soldiers intersected, making ear-piercing sounds.

Once the two collided, they disappeared. For a moment, only sword shadows swayed across the long street of dozens of feet.

Don't fall behind!

"Brother Lin has great swordsmanship!"

Yang Jue's heart shook and he couldn't help but make a sound.

Lin An's blood level is far lower than that of Lu Minglai, and he does not have such tyrannical strength, but his sword skills seem to far surpass Lu Ming.

Its sword light is dense and orderly, blocking all of Lu Ming's sword moves.

"The level of blood exchange is like soil, and martial arts attainments are the vegetation that is rooted on it. Fertility of the soil is important, but how can grass seeds be more gorgeous than peonies?"

Cao Jinlie looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, and while watching the battle, he did not forget to explain to Yang Yu:
"Bai Longxuan has only been in existence for a hundred years, and there is only one high-level martial art 'Bai Long Zhang Li', and there are only a few middle-level martial arts, no matter whether it is suitable or not, you can only choose one.

But how deep is our Jinyiwei's heritage?Any Jin Yiwei can choose the martial arts that suits him best. Although there is a gap in blood, the result is doomed. "

"Brother Lin's swordsmanship is indeed fierce."

Yang Yu felt a little shocked in his heart, but he also nodded.

Whether it is the sect or the imperial court, it is basically a system.

But one is the 27-year-old orthodox dynasty with hundreds of millions of land and 400 states in nine provinces.

One is just a sect with no more than a few hundred disciples, so there is such a gap, but it is reasonable.

"Brother Yang is very talented, given time, he may not be able to surpass us."

Zhao Qing also stood up:
"Brothers, those mountain bandits are probably going to escape. Let's move around? At worst, we have to cut off a few ears, right?"

"That's exactly the reason!"

The rest of Jin Yiwei also stood up with a smile.

"what!"

After a few people chatted with each other for only a few words, the sword light in the long street scattered, and Lu Ming, whose clothes were stained with blood, roared and retreated tens of feet.

"Tsk tsk, you are getting stronger and stronger."

Lin An tore off the corner of his clothes that had been torn by the sword light, and didn't chase after him, just smiled faintly:

"How about it? Old guy, do you still want to challenge Lord Baihu?"

"what!"

Lu Ming staggered back, his robes were bulging, his blood was bursting, and he raised his sword to meet him again.

Simultaneously issued a sharp growl:

"Sima Yang! Still not making a move?! Do you think these Jin Yiwei will let you go?!"

Lu Ming seemed to have martial arts such as lion's roar, and the roar could be heard ten miles away, but there was silence in the night.

There is no response.

"Sima Yang! My father and son stood up for you, yet you ran away without a fight?!"

Lu Ming's eyes were red with anger.

He didn't dare to be distracted at the time of the fight, but he never thought that the people from Dulong Village would actually retreat.

hum!
He spat out his long sword, forcing Lin An back, bursting with anger:
"Old man, let's see what face you have to gain a foothold in Qingzhou after today!"

call!
In the night, there is an air current rolling.

Sima Yang's deep and powerful voice came from afar:

"Brother Lu didn't notice for a while, and the father and son were buried at the hands of Jin Yiwei. Someone Sima was not in a hurry to rescue him, and I feel full of regret..."

"Sima Yang! Ah!"

Amidst the sound of gold and iron clashing, Lu Ming's tiger's body trembled, and the sword light suddenly scattered, and at the same time as he staggered back, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

But I don't know if he was injured or his chest and lungs were blown out!
Zheng!
Lin An has extremely rich experience in fighting, so how could he miss such a good opportunity? While Lu Ming was in a mess, he had already stimulated his internal energy and blood to his face.

With all his strength, he swung his sword away from Lu Ming's parrying sword move, and at the same time, his grasping hand had already clasped his neck!

Turning around with a force, it has been crushed to the ground, splashing a large amount of mud, sand and snow.

"The old guy's martial arts are not weak, and the danger is more than a hundred moves!"

After casually removing several joints of Lu Ming, Lin An let out a sigh of relief, with sweat on his forehead.

It has only been half a year since he stepped into the bloody level, and his inner breath is far less powerful than Lu Ming's. After a hundred moves, he is also numb and sore all over.

If it weren't for the fact that this old guy's sword skills are really mediocre, he might not be able to take it down yet.

"I am also angry! I am also angry!"

His face was pressed against the cold ground, but Lu Ming felt that the flames in his chest almost burned him to death.

All of a sudden, the hatred for Sima Yang almost surpassed that of Jin Yiwei in front of him.

"A lot of age, so stupid! This is just a group of bandits who burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of crimes. Do you really think they are a group of heroes with little righteousness?"

Cao Jinlie walked up to Lu Ming, leaned over to look at him, and said lightly:
"I heard that you also got news about Daoguo from those nagging lunatics of Liansheng Sect? Would you mind telling us about it?"

"Imperial Eagle Dog!"

Lu Ming cursed angrily, and Lin An stepped into the ruins.

"The court eagle dog..."

Cao Jinlie's face was cold and his tone was cold and harsh:

"Lin An, let him know the methods of our eagle dogs!"

"Order."

Lin An sneered and lifted the dead dog-like old man, turned around and walked towards the shadow:
"Come on, let's chat..."

……

"what!"

Hearing the screams from Dulong Town, everyone in Dulong Village trembled:

"Lu Ming fell down..."

"Brother Lu is too reckless, how can Jin Yiwei provoke us?"

Sima Yang let out a long sigh, not without regret:
"You haven't said where the 'God Bless Dao Fruit' is?"

"That old guy..."

"Um?!"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the hearts of all the gangsters trembled.

"go!"

Sima Yang turned around abruptly, his complexion suddenly changed.

I saw the sound of the wind howling in the distance, and amidst the tumbling snow, a figure rushed towards him with an extremely ferocious posture.

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(End of this chapter)