Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 276 Life and death gamble, who will get the favor of the blood god?
"Chang He, you came just in time!
Zhao Wulie's food bag has been lost, we have to save our lives for ourselves! "

Yan Sheng looked back and saw the blood-robed man with a sullen expression, and a look of obvious joy flashed in his eyes.

The originally vacillating thought of arresting him dissipated in an instant, turning into a strong killing intent.

He thought he was in the same boat as Meng Changhe.

Now that his identity is exposed, there is no way out.

If Qin Wugou is allowed to return to Tianjing alive without incident.

Report this matter to Beizhen Fusi, which will lead to a thorough investigation by the imperial court!

By then, Yan Sheng didn't know whether Liang Guogong and Zhao Wulie would be able to retreat safely.

However, Jindao Yan's family must be the first to collapse, and the whole family will die!
Think of the bloody scene of relatives being exiled and disciples implicated!
Think about the deep foundation accumulated by generations, and it will be destroyed!
Yan Sheng's angry eyes widened, his chest rose and fell like an angry lion.

The strong blood energy is like a raging fire, constantly rising, burning the internal organs.

I wanted to gamble for wealth, but I didn't want to lose and go bankrupt!

Like him, Meng Changhe's fate will not be much better.

A pawn without a backer is doomed to be abandoned.

This is what countless little people in Tianjing City have experienced.

Therefore, this interception and assassination, which was originally a sure-fire way, was done.

At this moment, the situation seems to have turned around.

Now it's their turn to wade across the river!
"Stubborn! Ben Qianhu's kindness will not let him die!
He wanted to commit suicide by himself, and the whole family was hurt for nothing! "

Qin Wugou's phoenix eyes were full of evil, and he shook his big gun.

Although she is a step behind Yan Sheng in the realm of martial arts.

But relying on the long strength of the dragon's blood, coupled with the high-level martial arts.

This makes the tyrannical combat power of this female thousand households not inferior to that of the masters of the four heavens.

Yang Lixiao of Mighty Martial Guard rashly blocked the way because of contempt in his heart.

Only then did he end up with the tragic end of losing an arm and dying at the hands of Meng Changhe.

"It's a mere exchange of blood in the three realms, but the tone is so loud!"

Yan Sheng's eyebrows were serious, and the nine-ringed golden sword was across his chest.

The true force in the body is urged to the extreme, and the sea of ​​​​qi turns like a wheel.

Pulled by the invisible air machine, it seems that thousands of cold lights burst out.

Sweep out a circle of violent ripples visible to the naked eye, and wipe out the raindrops flying in all directions.

"Then just who is it, like a bereaved dog, running away in a hurry?"

The corner of Qin Wugou's mouth curled up indifferently, he closed his eyes gently, and felt carefully with his heart.

Standing several feet away, Yan Sheng is like a gigantic golden sun.

It is scorching and dazzling, and the awns are condensed, like fine needles on a cow's hair, piercing the skin so painfully.

As for Meng Changhe, who had changed his blood and achieved success, his aura was rather strange and obscure.

Like a gurgling brook, or like a trickling puddle, it has a strange meaning of moistening things silently.

The air currents, skylight, mountains and forests... all seemed to be sucked in, turning into a terrifying bloody color.

"This man's martial arts should be inherited from heretics!"

Qin Wugou frowned slightly, relying on her keen five senses, she probably figured out the details of the two of them.

With the floating of thoughts, thoughts flicker, and the state of mind is clear and peaceful.

Panlong Zhengang rolled away like thunder, walking on limbs and bones.

After running for a week, pour everything into the bright silver gun in the palm of your hand.

"Old man, let Ben Qianhu learn how powerful the Yan family's Life-Severing Knife is all over the Daming Mansion!"

The lingering airflow paused, and fierce murderous intent filled the muddy path.

Yan Sheng's brows were tightly furrowed, as if a sharp knife had been pressed against his forehead.

It seems that the next moment, it will penetrate the brain and lose his life.

His eyelids twitched violently, he broke free from the inexplicable illusion of the cold current covering his whole body, and thought to himself:
"What a vicious woman, she has such a murderous intent! She deserves to have guarded Donghai Mansion for years and killed thousands of sons and grandsons of dragons!"

This mighty old man in his sixties or seventies seemed not to be outdone.

It's like a giant python swallowing the moon, spitting out violently like never before.

The internal organs seemed to be squeezed hard and shrank into a single piece of iron.

More blood energy, inner breath, and true energy flowed down layer by layer like a waterfall, gushing out.

The big tendons on the surface of the body collapsed and shook, as if a sharpshooter quickly pulled the bowstring, and it exploded continuously like a thunderbolt!

The powerful force that shakes the mountains and shakes the mountains is like a river rushing, emerging from the muscles, bones, membranes, and every inch of flesh and blood.

clank!Clank!

The nine-ring golden knife jingled, a series of harsh noises of fierce collisions.

It was as if thousands of big cracks were scratching together, making a shriek, which was deafening.

Qin Wugou was originally standing with his gun upright, ready to go.

But when she saw Yan Sheng Yungong lift the knife, it gave off a dazzling golden light.

Like the confusion of five colors, those fixed eyes flickered for a moment.

Hearing the ear-drum-shaking and disturbing sound of brain-penetrating magic, he was even more startled.

After all, he is a member of a thousand households in the imperial court and a member of the public family, and his experience is not as good as that of a quack.

Qin Wugou never expected that Yan Sheng would also use such indecent methods.

It's like using vulgar tricks like monkeys to steal peaches when fighting in the ring.

Shocking with shape, captivating with sound, initial results have been achieved!

Even though there was only a very short time of less than half a breath, it was still enough for Yan Sheng to launch his ultimate move.

He seized this moment of opportunity, and the nine-ringed golden sword was like splitting a big mountain, and with unmatched ferocity, he slashed from top to bottom with all his might.

The sharp cold light, like thunder and fire, exploded suddenly.

The atmosphere whizzed and turned into viscous and majestic white waves.

The void shakes out layers of folds, as if rubbing countless fragile papers.

boom!
The footholds under the feet of the few people, the muddy and dirty soil, sand and stones, and the patter of rain, soared into the sky in an instant!

Form a huge curtain several feet high!
The dominance of this knife is not to mention the flesh and blood.

Even if there is a tall mountain in front of him, it will be split into two halves.

Yan Sheng has done his best, and he must pursue a one-hit kill!

The majestic and powerful real body that has been cultivated for many years seems to be poured with fierce oil.

Burning violently, draining every trace of strength from the muscles, bones and skin membranes.

In an instant, a large area of ​​mountains and forests was glowing red.

It's as if the alchemy furnace of the fairy monarch in the age of ancient gods and demons overturned, pouring out endless billowing thick flames!
Oh oh oh!
The startling wind howled, rolled up thousands of scalding hot air currents, and beat Qin Wugou's icy face.

This is the desperate fight of the masters of the four realms!
"Finally I'm going to do my best! Since you choose to assassinate the imperial court official, you shouldn't be timid and hesitant!

If you made up your mind earlier, maybe you still have a little chance of winning..."

Qin Wugou didn't open his mouth to speak, but that indifferent and calm mental thought had already swept through the void and resounded in Yan Sheng's heart.

The big bright silver spear stabbed straight forward, without any fancy.

The incomparably condensed Panlong Zhengang rushed like thunder and fire, and exploded in groups.

Mixed with blood energy, inner breath, penetrated the skin membrane, turned into a lifelike golden dragon, climbing on the surface of the golden-winged roc robe.

The claws clasp the shoulders, and the body wraps around the arms, making it look like a heroic female general in armor!
In the blink of an eye, a knife and a gun collided at an unparalleled speed!
Boom!
The entire mountain forest trembled, and the muddy water splashed like a tidal wave, raising turbid smoke and dust.

Two terrifying streams of blood energy, inner breath, and real energy, engulfed by infinite airflow, made endless crackling noises!

One after another raging wind, like a dragon soaring in the sky.

A large piece of mud weighing tens of millions of catties was rolled up, and earth, rocks and sand were thrown away.

After that, it was roasted and burned by the blazing blood, and it collapsed inch by inch.

Under the sky, among the mountains and forests, thunder, fire and electric lights intersected continuously, as if a god and man were beating a big drum.

Boom boom boom, rumbling loud noises spread across Huangni Dagang,
The shock caused the mountain to collapse and the trees to fall!
In just three or four breaths, the nine-ringed golden knife collided with the bright silver spear hundreds of times.

Terrible sound waves stirred up the atmosphere, like waves of turmoil after layer upon layer, spreading wantonly.

"Meng Changhe! What are you waiting for!"

Yan Sheng was full of energy and blood, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The surface of the skin is full of ravines and wrinkles.

But the speed at which he swung the nine-ringed golden saber became faster and faster.

The whole person is like a huge golden light ball rolling away quickly, no one can stop it!
The vicious moves are like mercury pouring down the ground, out of control!
In a fit of anger, nine streaks of golden light were cut out in a row.

It's like a landslide and a landslide, and a great mountain collapses.

This kind of ferocious momentum, and the way of fighting for life, forced Qin Wugou to take half a step back.

The big bright silver gun opened and closed like a door, wrapped the horizontal bar around the four-character tactic miraculously, and firmly guarded the space seven feet in front of him.

No matter how tyrannical and domineering the nine-ringed golden sword that cut mountains and cracked rocks, it would never be able to cross the battle circle drawn by the rainstorm pear flower spear.

This female Qianhu is not only good at attacking, but also good at defending.

Only when offense and defense are integrated can we remain unmoved and unbreakable.

Qin Tianjian commented on the four great guns,
Liang Guogong Yang Hong's dragon head spear is the most powerful and fierce,

Tan Wenying's Shuohan Tiangang is the number one with the coldest killing intent,

Yue Guanchan's five hooks are amazingly flying, and the combination of odd and correct is the first.

Only the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Spear is unsurpassed in offense and defense, round and unstoppable, unpredictable and infinitely divine.

Therefore, it is known as the world's gun way, all born here!
This is not flattery.

In the Dasheng Dynasty 700 years ago, the first person to win the title of "Gun Fairy" was a woman surnamed Fan.

She once uttered bold words in Jinding, 20 years of pear blossom gun, invincible in the world!
One person, one shot, defeated many great masters.

It can be called the peerless elegance, standing on the top!
Therefore, Qin Wugou was not afraid of Yan Sheng's desperate killing method at all.

Point, dial, circle, and hold the big gun in the palm, as if painting the ground as a prison, opening up a world!
Not only trap yourself, but also isolate foreign enemies!
"Master Yuezhang! I'm here... to help you!"

Meng Changhe raised his head to the sky and screamed, his body shaking slightly.

It was like a shadow of blood falling down, and it felt like a big monster traveling in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed into the battlefield, approaching Qin Wugou!

Those fleshy palms were lingering scarlet, as if they were soaked in thick blood, and had an evil aura.

The strength is like gunpowder exploded, bursting out turbulent air waves.

In the mountains and forests, it seems that the realm of martial arts is the lowest, but it is comparable to Meng Changhe who has achieved great success in exchange for blood.

In one go, he blasted out seven or eight powerful handprints, viciously tearing open the seven-foot space Qin Wugou had drawn!

"Okay! Chang He, the old man really saw you right!"

Yan Sheng was overjoyed, and wiped away the last bit of vigilance from his heart.

He could tell that Meng Changhe's sudden attack was a shocking and fatal move!
The inner breath of the blood-changing Dacheng is like a long river rushing, turning into a violent palm force that breaks the stone and smashes the iron!

Absolutely no hold back!
"Meng Changhe...the Commander is right, you really are not worthy of being a thousand households of Beizhen Fusi!"

Qin Wugou caught a glimpse of the blood-cloaked man who was slaughtered, and the evil spirit in his phoenix eyes became heavier.

The wrist moved flexibly, and the big gun was like a silver dragon from outside the sky, roaring and calling!

The atmosphere was blown apart, like thousands of gunpowder barrels were ignited, blasting out violent waves!
"If you don't have a good adoptive father, a good master, why should you step on my head!"

Meng Changhe seemed extremely angry, his eyes were red.

Unexpectedly, he didn't dodge or dodge, and he directly caught the bright silver gun like a thunderbolt.

boom!
Panlong Zhengang turns a thousand times, just like a brook or a river eventually galloping into the sea.

With just half a flick of a finger, the majestic force poured down thousands of miles, just like a hundred rivers returning to the ocean, falling on the palms of Meng Changhe.

The tough membrane, which is difficult to hurt with a sword, burst open suddenly with a tear.

The mass of flesh and blood exploded into decay, exposing the white stubble of bones.

Panlong Zhengang penetrated into a solid physique that has been tempered through thousands of years, and almost shattered half of Meng Changhe's body.

On the front and back of the chest, even a large flower of bewitching blood splashed out!
It was as if the heart had been completely blown through!

puff!
His aura changed from high to low, like a river falling off a cliff.

His throat rolled a few times, and he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the pair of bone arms that were so miserable and almost broken were still tightly grasping the bright silver spear that was struggling like a dragon.

"Master Yue Zhang!"

Hearing this hoarse cry, Yan Sheng just recovered from his astonishment.

In any case, he never thought of Meng Changhe, a white-eyed wolf with no gratitude.

He would not hesitate to gamble his own life, but also to accept Qin Wugou's ultimate move, so as to create this momentary opportunity for himself.

Could it be...

I misread him before?

Yan Sheng was shaken for a moment.

Then came the incomparable ecstasy of being saved from a desperate situation.

A thought flashed, the nine-ringed golden knife held in both hands.

It trembled violently, as if responding to the owner's mood.

Boom!

The light of the sword is condensed into a line!
Cut the atmosphere, smoke, mud, earth and rocks... and cut everything in front of you!
Go straight to Qin Wugou!
This is a must-kill move!
After half a snap of the fingers.

This glamorous and sassy female Qianhu will be killed.

"scold!"

Qin Wugou's mind was empty, and the dragon's blood in his body was like a mighty river, washing and beating every inch of his muscles, bones and membranes.

At this moment, she did not give up struggling and closed her eyes to wait for death.

Instead, let go of the five fingers and let go of the rainstorm pear flower gun that entrusted his life.

When the light of the saber cut through the long wind, the female Qianhu neither dodged nor retreated, and suddenly raised her palms!
When time was running out, she grasped the nine-ringed golden knife as wide as a door!

There were countless bloody scars from the rubbing of the palm as white as jade.

The mighty force that overwhelmed Qin Wugou bent his body, and nearly fell to his knees in the mud.

The Panlong Zhengang wrapped around his body also collapsed inch by inch, like sea water pouring into the internal organs.

That icy pretty face suddenly turned pale, and a few streaks of blood escaped from her vermilion lips.

Apparently seriously injured!
"Still want to resist? Die!"

Yan Sheng's eyes were blazing, his face trembled, revealing a cruel smile.

He had already fallen into a desperate situation, allowing Qin Wugou to fight on.

When that Liaodong mud leg arrives, there will be no possibility of a comeback.

Who would have guessed that the ups and downs of life are so unpredictable.

Meng Changhe was ruthless enough to use his own life for a chance of survival.

"Changhe, this old man will never forget your kindness! You can go with peace of mind..."

Yan Sheng urged Zhengang to move, the blade rolled like a thunderstorm in the winter, and Qin Wugou's white palms that were bleeding profusely were bounced away.

Just as he was about to take the life of this female Qianhu, he felt the blood and breath in his body.

It seems to open the gate to release the flood, and it will flow out continuously.

"How...how? You...why didn't you die?"

It wasn't until he realized something was wrong that the severe pain in his chest hit his heart.

Yan Sheng looked down, his blood-red palms were like knives, tightly clutching the still beating heart.

"My lord Yuezhang, I will never forget that you... humiliated me! Go with peace of mind, Yan Mansion, Yinglue Hall, I will accept them all!

Those apprentices of yours, they... will slowly go down to hell with you! "

Meng Changhe's indifferent voice sounded quietly from behind.

Pull out that palm, spread five fingers, and suddenly press Yan Sheng's head.

Facing those resentful, unwilling, and angry eyes, the joy in his chest swept across his limbs.

In the middle of nowhere, a ray of illusory eyes seemed to hang down from the void.

"You can't kill me..."

The desire to survive prompted Yan Sheng to put down his dignity and beg for mercy from this mud-legged man he had never looked down on in his life.

"Old pig dog, you know, day and night, every moment, I think about one thing!

If one day, I achieve great martial arts, I can kill you.

At that moment, what should I say and do. "

Meng Changhe was like mad, and let out a distorted and hearty laugh, like a night owl screaming.

"Finally...finally...let me wait!"

He took a slow, deep breath.

Wide palms, squeeze them together!

Snapped!
The gray-haired head was blown to pieces like a bursting watermelon.

The mixed red and white slurry splashed on his face, hands, and body, which made Meng Changhe extremely happy.

He enjoyed this moment very much, as if he had climbed to the highest peak of his life.

After a while, Yan Sheng's whole body was sucked dry.

Only then did Meng Changhe raise his eyelids, looking at Qin Wugou who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Qianhu, don't be afraid, you and I have no grievances, I will give you a happy death."

Qin Wugou closed her eyes. At this moment, what she was thinking was...

I hope that little enemy doesn't chase after me!

"Meng Changhe, if you hurt a single hair of my family, I will kill you without a place to bury you!"

(End of this chapter)