Eternal Gate

"There are still people?" Zhao Yun suddenly changed.

He was a one-armed old man, a little thinner, and his bones were in shape, as if he had been bloodied, with dry, loose hair, half of his face was covered, he knew that was a person, he didn't know, he thought it was a Where's the starving ghost?

"What a pure blood."

The old man opened his eyes and sucked comfortably. When he looked at Zhao Yun, he also licked his scarlet tongue, his muddy eyes were still glowing with green light, which was terrifying.

"Xuanyang Realm."

Zhao Yun whispered, the old man did not hide his breath, he could perceive it vaguely without having to look at the little spirit orbs. However, the aura was slightly insufficient, it should be a dark injury to his body. He had studied the Profound Gate Book of Heaven, and he knew a little about face and seeing a doctor. The technique.

His guess is not bad at all.

The one-armed old man did have dark injuries and had been criticized for many years, such as having tuberculosis, lack of breath when speaking, and sometimes coughing severely.

"Senior, I don't mean to bother."

Zhao Yun retreated step by step, ready to retreat as soon as he escaped. Although the old man had dark injuries, although he was one-armed, he was not an ordinary martial artist. It was far from the old ghost Yan, at least eighth heavier. Yes, it’s not impossible to explode with Explosive Talisman, but he has to lose his life. This is not above, this is a cave dug halfway up the mountain, and the underground palace is so narrow that it cannot be used at all. Once it is exploded, it will collapse. He still has some enlightenment.

Hum!

Before he could open, the stone gate at the entrance of the cave closed with a buzzing sound.

Obviously, the one-armed old man wants to close the door.

"How do you know this place." The one-armed old man smiled, still so sorrowful.

"Mistakenly."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly, but he was scolding his mother in his heart. God knows that the lone wolf's hidden treasure, and there is a Xuanyang realm. If he knows this, the ghost will run here to find excitement.

That's great, it's blocked.

"Enter?" The one-armed old man sneered, "I am the only one who knows this place."

"What a mistake."

"Why are you so disobedient."

The old man’s mouth was slightly raised, he was still sitting on the stone platform for the first moment, and the next moment he arrived like a ghost, with his dry palms grabbing them with a strong palm wind.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun reacted fast enough, stepping on Fengshen Step, and instantly retreated.

"Good physical form."

The old man smirked and didn't chase him down. Instead, he raised his arm, opened his dry five fingers, and turned towards Zhao Yun. The true essence of his palm was overflowing, and there was a whirlpool evolution.

Zhao Yun who fled back, suddenly felt a terrifying suction, so strong that he could not resist it, he was going backwards, because of this suction, he was attracted to the old man again.

Zheng!

At the moment of crisis, he hurled his sword, and a sword pierced Changhong.

"I can't help myself."

The one-armed old man was full of contempt, only stretched out two fingers, and unbiasedly clamped the tip of the Zixiao sword. It was difficult for Zhao Yun to stab his true essence no matter what.

Hum!

The old man flicked a finger, the shocked Zhao Yun flew, and the Zixiao sword hummed violently, which was quite a sign of exploding. He was not much better. The shocked five internal organs suffered severe pain, especially the arm holding the sword. Cracked, blood is flowing.

In addition, the transformation technique was also shaken away, showing his true body on the spot.

Seeing his honor, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, Zhao Yun looked a lot like the person in his memory, especially those eyes, the same deep and the same wise.

puff!

Zhao Yun finally stood firm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The injury was serious.

This is the gap between the True Spirit Realm and the Xuanyang Realm, not to mention the difference between a large realm, and he really has to go head-on, and he can't hold it in a single turn.

"Who are you Zhao Yuan."

The one-armed old man smiled and looked at Zhao Yun. His smile was creepy.

"I don't recognize it."

Zhao Yun replied altogether, sweeping the surroundings in an impenetrable manner, trying to escape, but after looking around, there seemed to be only one exit from Shimen in this underground palace.

As for the relationship with the Zhao family, he denied it.

Again, he is not alone in the family. He has to hide his identity no matter when and where, but he can't cause trouble to the Zhao family. If a family is targeted by the eighth stage of the Xuanyang realm, he will never think about it again in this life. Ansheng is.

"Then this, you can recognize it."

The one-armed old man smiled, and there was something in his hand, but a sachet.

Zhao Yun frowned when he saw it.

He knew that sachet, because it was his. It had been lost for many years. It was embroidered by his mother. The reason why he can recognize it at a glance is that the word "cloud" on the sachet is used. Bingfeng embroidery is her mother’s unique stitching method. It seems simple, but it is incomparably complicated. Not to mention forgetting the ancient city. No one can imitate the second one. No one can imitate it. He is very puzzled. Why is the sachet woven by his mother in the old man's place?

"Guo is Zhao Yuan's precious son."

The one-armed old man smiled violently, and the corners of his mouth also set off a cruel arc. Those turbid old eyes were also scarlet. The eyes were not only bloodthirsty, but also more tyrannical. No need to ask again. From Zhao Yun's expression, it was already Answer.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, his brow furrowed deeper.

Does this weird one-armed old man recognize his father?

"I recognize it, I recognize it." The old man grinned and seemed to be able to read Zhao Yun's heart. It was precisely because he could read his white teeth that he smiled gloomily, "His wife, your mother, is that The old man's heart is broken."

boom!

Zhao Yun's body trembled, like being struck by lightning. His deep eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes. His eyes were stained scarlet, and the hand-held Zixiao sword buzzed. The raging anger and cold murderous intent overwhelmed him. mind.

Blood debt, this is a monstrous blood debt.

For his mother, his memory can only be traced back to when he was seven years old. It was that icy night when the family was avenged by the enemy, and his mother took the palm of a man in black to protect him, and his heart was broken until his father arrived. , The mother is dying.

"Yun'er."

This should be the last call from my mother to him before his death, the most tender and weakest, with reluctance and tears, fell into his father's arms.

He also remembered how hoarse and sad the father was when his mother closed her eyes. That night, his father turned his head all night.

At the age of seven, he was ignorant of world affairs. He thought that his mother was asleep, but he did not know that this sleep was an eternal farewell. For many years, he did not dare to say to his mother in front of his father. He only knew that his father had been alone for countless nights. Wandering under the moon, holding her mother's spiritual position, feeling sad, missing, but also guilty. To find the murderer, I have exhausted my financial resources, but I haven't found it yet.

God had eyes, so he ran into it.

Perhaps, Mingming has a certain number of his own, and his trip was not in vain.

The hatred of killing the mother is not shared.

"Interesting, really interesting." The old man chuckled, his mouth turned slightly, and his face looked like a vicious ghost. "Zhao Yuan, you killed your wife nine years ago, but you didn't expect that nine years later, your son will be sent home by yourself. In this life, you are doomed Lonely."

kill!

Zhao Yun's roar was a roar from the soul, blinded by hatred, as if he had forgotten that the other party was the eighth level of the profound spirit, and attacked from the front. It was a sword of wind and thunder, and the breath of fire lingered, covered with thunder and lightning.

The old man sneered, stretched out his hand again, and grabbed the Zixiao sword.

However, before he could start the shock, Zhao Yun abandoned his sword and used the holy method of combat to deceive himself and fight meekly. It was still that weird attack, one by one, all of which were fierce and powerful.

"What a close fight."

The old man was slightly surprised and caught off guard for a moment.

But it was only a moment.

Although Zhao Yun's attack was fierce and fierce, it could not hurt him far. The so-called skills were no different from furnishings in the face of absolute power. They were far behind by a big level. Not to mention hurting him, even his defenses were blasted. Not broken, nothing more than tickling, Xuan Yang's eighth body protector Zhenyuan, how can the true spirit be broken.

boom!

Accompanied by a thunderstorm, Zhao Yun flipped out again. The old man didn't take any action at all. With the turbulent true essence, he almost fell apart.

puff!

With this mouthful of blood, Zhao Yun spit out and swayed, and he couldn't stand still. God knew how many bones were shattered, and his whole body hurt like flames.

"It should be good to make you into a puppet."

The old man smiled darkly, his white teeth were bare, and he had already thought about it. He made Zhao Yun a puppet and ordered him to assassinate Zhao Yuan. That scene must be seductive.

As he walked, he suddenly realized something was wrong and lowered his eyes subconsciously.

Entering the eye, I saw three yellow symbols on his body, which, to be precise, were explosive symbols.

This is so special, a bit caught off guard.

It should be Zhao Yun sticking to him when he was fighting in close hands.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that the three explosive talismans have been exploded. It was him, all of them were blown back. The so-called body protection Zhenyuan was blown out of the gap. The eighth level of the dignified Xuanyang was also blown up. , The skin on his chest was lifted, the **** flesh was terrifying, and it was because of his strong enough background that if he were replaced by a general Xuanyang realm martial artist, he would probably be blown into the sky.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

Before he could react, dozens of throwing knives came in front of him, all of which hung explosive symbols.

"Little bastard, I look down upon you."

The old man gritted his teeth, he could see the flying talisman of the flying knife, the true essence surged along with it, and it became a violent wind, and he wanted to take the flying knife away, where he wanted to blow it.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Zhao Yun again.

Before the wind swept the flying knife, the flying knife changed its trajectory and went straight to the night.

"Swordsmanship?" The old man was surprised.

That’s right, it’s Imperial Swordsmanship. Each flying knife is engraved with Zhao Yun’s brand. With the hand-printing tactics, the wind is avoided. At this moment, more than a dozen flying knives have come down from the sky and touch the old man’s body. When the mass explosion.

boom! boom! boom!

The power of more than a dozen explosive talismans is still very powerful. The small underground palace that was blown up was all rumbling and shaking, with rubble falling, and quite a sign of collapse.

Looking at the old man again, his form was embarrassed enough. The true essence of the body guard just healed and just covered his whole body. Then he was battered by bursts of talismans. The bone-shaped body collapsed in many places. See bloodbone.

puff!

This mouthful of blood, the old man sprayed domineering sideways, because of the explosion of the talisman, it touched the dark wounds in the body. At this moment, a terrible backlash caused him to suffer severe pain.

"eye for eye."

Zhao Yun roared, not giving him a chance to breathe, but again with flying knives.

"Looking for death." The old man grinned.

This time he learned to be clever, like a black shadow attacking, before the flying knife exploded and exploded, he had already killed Zhao Yun, his dry palm came out of the air.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun had predicted that the moment the old man probed his hand, he had already got up and fled.

In the meantime, he also pinched with one hand.

Burst! There must be others, hidden under the ground, just buried, one to the left and one to the right, the old man stepped on one with one foot, and there were two landmines.