Eternal Gate

The night in the mountains and forests is quiet and quiet.

In the bright moonlight, Zhao Yun's little thumb trembled, then opened his eyes.

When you enter the eye, you will see the stars in the sky.

After three or five moments, I saw him sitting up and looking around his body for the first time.

Well, intact.

The internal vision is even more strange. The limbs, the corpses, the internal organs, the odd meridian and the eight meridians, including the true essence and blood, are all covered with a faint golden glow. The majestic qi and blood are far beyond his imagination, and the strength of the muscles and flesh has also become qualitative. The transformation.

"This feeling, the fruit is wonderful."

Zhao Yun clenched his fist, full of power, and melted the dragon's blood, as if reborn; after suffering from heaven, he was a nirvana. After three years, he reentered the real spirit realm. The true fortunes are infinite. At the same level, it is much better than before. many.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger."

His murmur carried a gratifying smile.

I am afraid that I have it. I am not afraid of it. I am not afraid of it. But the chance to get is still very gratifying. It is because of his previous body training and some foundations. The muscles and bones are strong enough, otherwise, it will definitely be. Was blown out.

After closing his eyes, he glanced around and walked towards one side.

After searching for a long time, I didn’t see his Dragon Abyss Sword. It’s not hard to guess that it was taken away by the bull bombing. The goods came every day. Most of them didn’t find him. I blamed him for running too far and the birds didn’t shit. The mountain is far away from Jinshan.

Looking at Jinshan, it is no longer shining.

Without the reflection of dragon blood, Jinshan lost that bright coat.

"Why is there dragon blood."

With this doubt, Zhao Yun climbed to the top of the mountain again, followed the cave and found nothing. Perhaps, there was a dragon skeleton, but it has turned into dust after the ages are too long. That drop of blood.

Just a drop of blood, so domineering.

He couldn't imagine how terrible a real dragon would be. A dragon wielding its tail could crush a mountain! That scene is unimaginable.

At the end of the month, he sat cross-legged again.

Seeing Tiandi's spiritual energy restless, he was drawn by him and sucked into his body.

In the middle of the night, he took the head of the painting symbol.

Burst! It's a good thing, without this thing, you really can't blow the barrier, and you can't get that drop of dragon blood, let alone the subsequent good luck.

The cultivation level is advanced, and the spirit is also greatly improved.

The speed of drawing talisman today is not comparable to that of the past, and I am full of energy.

Ok?

When I was painting, there was a sudden light of fire, spreading from the direction of Niujiazhuang, but the light of the fire was stained with blood, standing on this mountain, I can see clearly.

In a trance, screams can still be heard.

Zhao Yun frowned, with a bad feeling, and hurried down the mountain.

Premonition is still very effective.

Looking at Niujiazhuang, how can it be so miserable. Many houses have collapsed and there is a mess everywhere. Looking at the villagers, regardless of the old people and children, they are all driven to the pasture. Most of them are stained with blood, and many women collapsed. He was in a pool of blood, and his clothes were disheveled. It seemed that he was killed by being fucked.

Just here, there are still a few dead bodies hanging on the tree.

It was a few older martial artists in the village, with blood holes in their chests.

The cries resounded throughout the village.

In such a tragic situation, he has been a robber, and he is still a robber composed of martial arts.

"Damn, you really deserve to die."

The cow swayed and swayed. He was the only one who had not been caught, but he was also very tragic. He was covered in blood, with one arm drooping, and he was obviously abandoned.

"Little fat guy, he's very resistant to fights!"

On the opposite side, there was a yin laugh, one left and one right, a big bald man and a middle-aged man with a scar, one carrying Zhao Yun's Long Yuan sword, and another carrying the dementing bell of the cow, needless to say it was fighting. It was snatched from Niu Bang.

These two people are not ordinary martial arts.

They are all true spiritual peaks, violent qi and blood, and they belong to the strength-type martial arts. This group of bandits is led by them. It should be a knife licking blood, it should be too much murder, a certain evil spirit is extremely strong, two pairs of scarlet The eyes are horrible.

puff!

Niu Hong finally couldn't hold it anymore, a blood spurted out, and Yang Tian fell down. It was not that he was not strong enough, it was because there were too many people on the opposite side. If nothing else, it was said that this middle-aged and bald man with a scar was just taken out. Anyone can hang him.

"The small village really surprised Lao Tzu."

The middle-aged Scar had a faint smile. He did not expect to have Wu Xiu, nor did he expect to have a fat little black man who could beat him. What surprised him most was that the Dragon Abyss sword in his hand was actually made of profound iron, and it was still The extremely domineering mysterious iron.

This ticket is too worthwhile, and there are windfalls.

"Men kill all, women take away." The bald man hissed.

"Go!"

The robbers smiled, showing their white teeth, and raised the ghost knife.

The bull is about to rise, and is weak.

Looking at the villagers, they were full of despair. They were all ordinary people. Wherever they were able to fight martial arts, they mostly hugged their children, cuddling each other, waiting for death.

Zheng! Zheng!

Before the knife fell, I asked Zhengming first. I don't know where the flying knives were. There were dozens of them. Every handle was lingering thunder and lightning, and every handle was lingering fire.

That's right, Zhao Yun is here.

Seeing the miserable situation, he acted without mercy.

puff! puff! puff!

A flash of blood, except for the bald man and the middle-aged man with a scar, the rest of the robbers, without exception, were all hits, and they were all hits. They fell in a pool of blood, and they all died very depressed. They did not know who they were. Hand out.

"Who."

The bald man and the middle-aged Scarab screamed, and immediately looked back to back to see the power of the flying knife. The person who shot must be a martial artist, or a very powerful martial artist.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill such a person in one shot.

No one responded, and the square was pitch black, no one could be seen.

"go."

The bald man turned around without thinking about it.

"go?"

Then the cold words sounded, Zhao Yun chased him and escaped from the ground.

"you....."

The big man suddenly changed his face, and he hurriedly fixed himself. He didn't read it wrong. The man in front of him came out of the ground. What's special, the legendary escape technique?

Zheng!

Zhao Yun stepped on Fengshen, and his body was tricky, like a black shadow passing by the big man.

After setting himself up again, the Zixiao sword in his hand had blood flowing.

Looking at the bald man again, there was a sword mark on his neck, and blood was gushing out. Obviously his throat was sealed by a sword. Because of this, his eyes were highlighted. Unbelievable, the peak of the true spirit. This is so special. Are there seconds?

puff!

Accompanied by the blood wind, he fell on his stomach, and his death was not ordinary aggrieved.

"How can it be."

The only remaining middle-aged Scarab, he took a step back subconsciously, and he couldn't believe it. The opposite person was obviously a real spirit and one heavy. Even if he had a surprise attack from the ground, it was impossible to kill a sword at the peak of the real spirit. Fix it!

"Senior, if you do too much evil, you will be punished sooner or later."

Zhao Yun said lightly, carrying the bleeding purple sword, walking step by step.

"I am from Canglong Mountain."

Scar's middle-aged snorted coldly, seeing that his expression was really hard, moving backstage to scare Zhao Yun, and he believed that the reputation of Canglong Mountain was still useful. The most important thing was that the other party was a real soul, he was the pinnacle, and the bald man was To the effect, he was killed by a surprise attack, and if he did it head-on, he had no reason to lose.

"No matter who it is, he must die today."

Zhao Yun stepped out and cut with a sword. The sword's edge was torn apart by thunder and lightning. He had never heard of Canglong Mountain. He used this name to scare me. It was not very useful.

"Arrogant."

The middle-aged Scar yelled violently, and he shook the Long Yuan sword, and his true essence surged.

Cang Dang!

The sword and the sword touched, and the flame was wiped out with a clanging sound.

Looking at Zhao Yun, he did not move.

Looking at the middle-aged Sword Scar, his face was flushed, and he regretted his strength. He actually fell into the wind. Zhao Yun was not only fast, and the strength of this physical body was also scary enough.

"This kid is too weird, it's the best policy to go."

Before he thought about it, he turned around and fled. Before leaving, he threw out an iron egg, which was a smoke bomb, a must-have item for the escape.

People! You have to be counseled when you should.

Like this, there are many means of life-saving, but it is scared in my heart.

"Can you go?"

Ignoring the poisonous mist, Zhao Yun's body is like a ghost, and he catches up in a few steps, kills people, and wants to leave? Leave Lao Tzu's sword if you want to leave! That'smine.

"Junior, do you really want to die?"

The middle-aged Scar yelled violently, turned around violently, and was really forced into a fire.

Zheng!

In response to him, it was Zhao Yun who faced him with a sword and then kicked him back. After he stabilized his shape, Zhao Yun was no longer visible. It was still the escape technique. Without waiting for a response, Zhao Yun had already shot out and caught him. The arm stretched up and hit the ground fiercely. The sound of bone fracture was quite ear-piercing.

puff!

The blood of the middle-aged scar was sprayed a foot high, and the head was buzzing, and there was such a fight? Do not use secret techniques, all come up and fall directly?

Zheng!

Zhao Yun simply did it, and gave him another sword.

The screams were harsh.

The middle-aged Scar also knelt, with blood in his mouth, lying in a pool of blood.

When it's there, don't look down.

Tonight, it’s really a horoscope. I robbed the baby, but it was destroyed by the group. I have never seen a big scene. It turned over the boat in a small village where birds don’t shit, and the opponent is just a real The spiritual realm is one heavy.

Zhao Yun received his sword and came Niu Bang this.

The little fat man was badly injured and has fainted, but fortunately, he has no worries about his life.

This night, sadness looms over.

This night, Zhao Yun saved many people and buried many people.

Early in the morning, the whole village wears linen and filial piety.

"You save my life again." Niu Hong's face was pale, and his left arm was still drooping, but it was not lost. Zhao Yun saved it in time, but those who died were really dead. The whole Niujiazhuang was left. He is a martial artist.

"Have you ever thought of moving." Zhao Yun asked.

"Where can I move, who is willing to take in." Niu sighed.

"If you don't dislike it, you can come to forget the ancient city."

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine, and he didn't know whether it was sympathy or a kind heart. He really didn't want to look at the miserable situation anymore. After all, he was destined for this place, and he could settle the number one hundred and ten with his current financial resources.

"Thank you."

For the first time, Niu Hong saluted Zhao Yun quite solemnly.

"These are all favors, he will pay them back in the next year."

Zhao Yun spoke slowly, carrying the wine gourd and walking away, looking for a place to draw symbols.

"What kind of freak are you."

Niu murmured, still remembering that two days ago, Zhao Yun was still only the eighth level of Ning Yuan. Goodbye is already in the real spirit realm. This advanced speed is too enchanting, and his energy and blood are magnificent. Give him great pressure.

[Author's digression]: PS: Recommend a book "The Little Landlord of Taoyuan"