Laughing at Chang'an

Although it is a life-and-death struggle right now, Gao Yi still doesn't know Yang Huxing's strength very well.The last time the two of them fought was more than ten years ago.

At that time, Gao Yi had just crossed the third step of the fairy road known as "the ordinary people stop", and correspondingly obtained a double-digit ranking in the group, full of ambition and a little self-inflated.It happened that during the mission, he met Yang Huxing who was performing an opposing mission. The humiliation of being stepped on by the opponent when he was young and the contrast between the identities of the two now made him fight with high spirits and vowed to return the same humiliation to the opponent.

Then, lose badly.

Gao Yi of Sibu on the Immortal Road and Yang Huxing, who is also Sibu on the Immortal Road, met and fought against each other on a narrow road by an unknown small river in the territory of Qi State in the Eastern Desolation.The grassy green land by the small river was plowed into a rotten mud pond, and the proud and high-spirited freshman was beaten into a live loach.Yang Huxing defeated him, did not take his life, did not insult him, and walked away with a gun in his hand. His back was high in his mind for a long time, and whenever he was inflated, he picked it up to wake up his mind, which was quite effective, but until now , but also can not remember.

Gao Yi took off the ghost-toothed knife on his back, and the tip of the knife fell to the ground, sinking two inches as silently as if cutting tofu. He rested the palm of his right hand on the end of the handle of the knife, and looked at Yang Hingxing, who was standing on the opposite side ten meters away.The two stood at the gate of Renxin Hospital, in the middle of the street, with the hospital courtyard wall on one side and high-rise buildings standing along the street on the other. Vehicles and pedestrians had been driven away, and the street, which was enough for six cars in parallel, seemed quite wide. .

Yang Xingxing undid the buttons one by one, and took off the brown jacket, revealing the inner armor that was worn next to his body.He straightened the wrist armor that was buckled upside down on his arm, raised the wrist to fasten the lock, then took off the weapon bag on his back, took out the love gun Dingguo that was divided into two parts, reassembled them, and screwed them on. The interface mechanism is closed, and the protective part is closed with a click at last, and the hand is shaken slightly.

The golden spikes sway with the wind.

The street lights on both sides of the street turned on one by one, the ghost tooth sword was lifted up, Gao Yi took a step forward first, and Yang Xingxing did the same.The distance of more than ten meters suddenly disappeared between the two of them.

Knife and gun collided silently.

There is no vision of landslides, rocks, ground, sky, and sky opening. The first collision between the two is like a silent shadow play, but it makes the people who are watching can't help but feel awe.Since the development of Fang Lu Martial Arts, whether it is the study of cultivation methods or combat skills, they have reached an extreme peak.For warriors who have reached a certain level, the pursuit of training is no longer about making earth-shattering shots, but how to send and receive this earth-shattering power freely, condense, compress, and make it explode at one point.

Whether it is Yang Xingxing or the first year of high school, there is no doubt that they have mastered this skill to the extreme.

It was only an instant when the swords and guns collided, Gao Yi took another step forward, and the ghost-toothed sword was raised from bottom to top. Sweep one leg towards the high neck socket.

What was faster than his legs was the knife in Gao Yi's hand.

The jagged blade of the ghost-toothed sword cut through Yang Huaxing's arm armor, leaving a foot-long gap on it, and Gao Yi, who gave up defense and chose to attack, was also swept away by Yang Huaxing's kick and crashed into the ground.

Yang Xingxing frowned, raised his arms to look at the gap, and on the opposite side, Gao Yi also got up from the ground, shaking off the gravel and plaster all over his body, and pulled his neck back with his hands to put the bones back in place.

"Half-step altar?" Gao Yi asked openly.

Yang Huxing nodded, his tone was very flat: "Yes, half-step altar."

The short conversation between the two was quickly conveyed to the ears of all those who cared. Some people were not surprised that Yang Huxing was a half-step altar. , but after he was expelled from Zhanying, he had no skills, no resources, and it was impossible to achieve a half-step altar by relying on talent alone.However, these words came from Xuetu Gaoyi's mouth, and the credibility cannot be doubted. Besides, Yang Huxing himself admitted that he is a half-step altar.

Impossible things become possible, so there must be something tricky here.

Some people speculated that Yang Huxing used his identity as a torturer to steal the property of the person he killed, and secretly purchased resources and exercises.Others thought more deeply, speculating that there was another messenger behind Yang Huxing, who provided him with cultivation resources and exercises, and instructed him to use the identity of the torturer to kill people.

There seems to be more and more puzzles.

The howling wind swept across the long street, making a mournful whining sound from one end to the other.Dark clouds quietly climbed up the sky, covering the already bleak stars and moon, and a sticky and damp atmosphere gradually permeated the air.

Standing on the long street, Yang Huxing raised his head to look at the dark and gloomy night sky.

He thought of a night many years ago, in such bad weather, someone dragged him out of the tavern when he was drunk, and threw him into the dirty and smelly Moon River.Then he squatted by the river and told him a lot of truths that sounded very reasonable, and finally pointed to the sky and said that this city of Chang'an would cease to exist.

He had forgotten all the previous words, but he thought the last sentence was good.

——Very good, well worth seeing.

Yang Huxing took a step forward without warning, his spear Dingguo swept across from left to right, and sent Gao Yilian and his sword back flying together.The violent and uncontrollable power overflowed from him, and with one step, a bottomless crack ran from one end of the long street to the other end.

The whole ground was shaking.

Hades, who was sitting high on the top of the building watching the play, frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared, while the young man sitting beside him touched the trembling floor with his hands, and his eyes widened a little bit.

The golden tassels of the spear swayed with the wind, like a bolt of lightning, and shuttled to Gao Yi who was flying upside down.The figure of Yang Huxing appeared in mid-air, he raised his gun and stabbed Gao Yi eighteen times in a row, and then pierced Gao Yi's lower abdomen with one shot, smashing him to the ground.

Half-step altar?

It is clearly an altar.

One, two... The tall buildings on both sides of the road slanted down and collapsed. The whole area was trembling and roaring. Countless people were alarmed and cast their eyes on the shaking ground under their feet.Those who were lucky enough to witness this scene with their own eyes will probably never forget in this life, what is the destructive power of a top martial artist is fully displayed at this moment.

Chang'an City is shaking.

………………

The pattering raindrops fell, drop by drop, falling to the ground.

Rong Hu's vague consciousness was brought back to reality by the cold rain, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked around.The neon lights on both sides of the street were like a connected multicolored light belt, sliding back quickly, and the oncoming rain and wind slashed his cheeks hard, hissing his exposed wounds.

Wang Zhen stopped suddenly and looked towards the place where the sound came from in the distance.

The rain that fell from the sky washed off the blood stains all over his face, revealing the delicate and ordinary facial features underneath, and the hair wetted by the rain stuck to his forehead and temples, making his complexion pale as paper.He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes still calm and determined.

"...What's wrong?" Rong Hu asked.

"It's okay." Wang Zhen shook his head and started walking again, "Hold on tight, I'm going to speed up."

So Ronghu tried his best to direct his hands and feet, and grasped it as firmly as possible. Perhaps it was because he was wearing a battle armor. Wang Zhen's body was very cold. After being wet by the rain, it became even colder... Ronghu thought, can you see? It doesn't really matter if he gets Yang Hsing, it's just that this person is working so hard, which makes him want to do it too.

It's funny.

What also felt funny were the leaders of the major mercenary regiments. They looked at the report that had just been sent, and their mood was extremely funny.

... Yang Martian is the altar?You must be fucking kidding me.

Quan Chang'an's altar, no, Quan Fanglu's altar, combined, whether there are ten fingers is still unknown.What is an altar?In the eyes of mortals, that is God.Turning the sky with one hand, lifting the foot to cover the ground, it is a mobile geographical environment modifier wherever it goes.

But soon, the comments from Bloody Hades calmed down these poor guys whose hearts were about to jump out of fright—not the altar, but the altar that was only half a step away from the last kick.

Hades is a strong man in the altar, so what he said was naturally not a joke.But even so, it can't make people feel relieved.

It's just that it doesn't matter if Yang Huxing from Immortal Road is killed or not, but Yang Huxing, who is half-stepping into the altar, must die.

The birth of any altar powerhouse is a bloodbath, if you can handle it, you will become a god, if you can't, you will fall.Among the three altar powerhouses born in Chang'an City in the past hundred years, two of them are the big brothers of Huiguang and Xuetu, and there is only one Geng Yan, who led his Geng army like a miraculous comet that no one can understand. rise.

A Geng Yan created a Geng Army, so is Yang Huxing going to create a Martian Group?

Do not make jokes.

"Then let him die." Someone laughed and pushed down the pawn in front of him.

——The sound of the rain is sudden.

Geng Yan walked up to the rooftop of the guild hall building, the rain was like a curtain, and thick and faint mist filled the air.He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes quietly passing through the dark night in front of him, and looking at Chang'an shrouded in rain in the distance.

A few drops of rain fell on his cheeks, sliding down quietly with a hint of coolness.

He reached out and touched the rainwater on his face. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled, and his eyes became gentle.But soon, this smile disappeared quietly and returned to indifference.

He stared at this world, this Chang'an, indifferently.