The First Cause of All Realms

call!

At the moment when the sword light stabbed straight, Yang Yu's mind seemed to be in a trance for a moment.

Wugong, where did it come from?

According to ordinary people, martial arts come from the military who have fought against people for countless years.

Among the various classics, Yang Yu saw another way of saying it.

It is said that martial arts originated from the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and were evolved from the 'Dao Guo' and 'Supernatural Power' by the ancients.

Yang Yu believes that there are both.

Perhaps there are masters of Buddhism and Taoism who have learned martial arts from Taoism and fruit supernatural powers, but there must also be ordinary people who have summed up martial arts routines in the fight against others.

Perhaps the distinction between upper and lower martial arts originates from this.

Before, he was not sure, until he was beaten to death by Henry Zhang in the battle of Liujishan. That scene, like a red-hot branding iron, was deeply imprinted in his heart.

During the many illusions that followed, he unconsciously recalled and concluded, until when he got out of the underground palace, he had initially mastered the way to use that punch.

It's very simple, and it can't even be called boxing.

But this type of boxing is the best way to exert his enormous power that is far beyond ordinary people.

Phew!

As his thoughts turned, Yang Yu's eyes brightened.

The majestic force came in layers, from the shoulders to the palms of the fingers.

Immediately, his five fingers suddenly kneaded, turned into fist marks, and handed them straight out, hitting the sword light that pierced several meters straight!

This is a very simple boxing technique.

Just throwing the arm, kneading, and pushing forward, such a simple boxing technique, not to mention a martial artist, even an ordinary country villager's performance is much better than this.

However, with such a simple boxing technique, Duan Fei's hairs were all closed the moment he smashed it down, as if he was greatly frightened.

In a trance, I only felt that the person in front of me had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He was no longer a divine archer who killed the three of them with a divine arrow in his hand, but an unparalleled military general who rode on a dragon steed and looked up and down.

This, this punch...

Boom!

The fists and swords intersect, and the wind bursts!

With the two at the center, the ten-zhang-long street shook together, as if the muddy ground was trampled by a giant elephant, and collapsed down more than a foot.

A large piece of earth and stone was squeezed by the gang wind and flew like arrows.

"what!"

Duan Fei was struck by lightning, his body trembled a little, his eyes were unwilling, and he was only one line away. As long as he entered the first line, he would be sure to stab the archer to death on the spot.

However, this line of separation is like a moat, and it cannot be crossed no matter what.

Because the power of this punch was beyond his imagination.

Who would have thought that a divine archer whose inner qi was less than eleven would have such terrifying power?

He raised the long sword he smashed straight up, the tiger's mouth was numb, and his eyes were a little black.

This punch never smashed through his qi, but a long sword was passed over, and it caused his internal organs to shift, and he couldn't resist it.

"die!"

In one collision, Yang Yu's clothes and hair were all thrown back, his long sleeves were completely shattered, and there were sword marks on his palms and arms. The sharpness of the sword was incredible.

It was easy to cut the qi on his arm.

Even, his whole body was torn into countless fine wounds.

But he didn't hesitate in the slightest, he stepped forward, he couldn't fight, and he slammed it down again!

boom!

Duan Fei returned to the sword to parry, and was smashed back a few steps, his heart was full of anger, but he couldn't hold back the long sword and slammed it down with another punch!

boom!

bang bang bang!

Yang Yu stomped on his feet continuously, and his fists were like a strong bow, and his punches were faster than a punch, and a punch was stronger than a punch. He only felt that the depression of the retreat in March was all vented.

The more you fight, the more joyful, and the more you fight, the more hearty you are.

Poof!

It wasn't until a muffled sound came that he woke up like a dream, his blood-stained fist was retracted, and the smoke and dust in front of him dissipated.

But where is Duan Fei's figure?

Only a headless body, like a wooden stake, was hammered into the slate mud, and blood and brains 'gududu' emerged from the neck.

There seems to be a wind blowing and the dust disperses.

Inside and outside the long street, people hiding in secret everywhere, seeing this scene, are all a little creepy.

The sun was hot at this time, but he was sweating profusely.

Brutal!

Too brutal!

Not to mention that a six-door arrester like Tie Kaishan is a long-slaughtered gangster like Changliu, and they are all stunned.

Among them, there are many tyrants with tyrannical temperament, and murder is useless, but this is the first time that they have seen such a brutal method of murder.

The person's head was punched into the chest...

Only Huang Sixiang, who had captured the short old man, looked better, but he was shocked, but it was beyond words.

Yang Yu's standout, he had already seen it, otherwise, he would not have recommended it in front of Xu Wenji.

However, this is too outrageous...

That period of flying martial arts might not be as good as his own, but he asked himself to win this person, and it was not easy, especially after he showed his 'innate invisible sword'.

But such a ferocious bandit was actually killed by a young man who was not as good as the weaker this year.

Rao is Huang Sixiang, and he couldn't believe it for a while.

Archery may be able to advance by leaps and bounds, but this is a frontal fight...

"Escape, escape!"

After a long while, a group of bandits let out a terrible howl.

This group of gangsters who were selected and traveled thousands of miles to make a name for Changliu's attack on the city couldn't hold back.

In the shrill screams, he seemed to be fleeing when he was mad.

Even if the leader was killed one after another, he didn't have the slightest courage to go forward to fight that man.

Frightened!

"kill!"

Tie Kaishan and the others also came back to their senses, and they all attacked the bandits who were fleeing in a panic.

Yang Yuzi is also not stingy with the arrows in his hand.

Bend the bow and set the arrows, the arrows open a chain, and soon, they have helped Tie Kaishan and others to kill this group of bandits, and Yang Yu will naturally solve the problem with strong martial arts.

"Yang, Yang Baihu, it's really a good trick."

Holding the short old man closer, Huang Sixiang's expression was still a little complicated.

Yang Prison's inner qi is still thin, and it seems that he has only just entered the third stage of foundation building. However, even if he has no merit, his strength is enough for him to face it.

If the bow and arrow are in hand...

"I thought that Mr. Huang had a very high self-esteem, and he would solve foreign enemies with all his strength. I didn't expect that he would light a beacon and ask for help..."

Yang Prison retracted his bow and smiled.

The underground palace where he retreated is about twenty miles away. If it weren't for the sound of drums and the smoke of the wolf, he would never have seen the woods coming from the city.

"Pfft! You..."

Before Huang Sixiang could speak, the short old man he was carrying was spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He was already heartbroken after this great defeat, thinking that Xu Wenji and others were killed by Xu Wenji, and this defeat was not a mouthful of war, but after hearing these words, he couldn't bear it any longer.

Under his anger, he fainted directly.

"Um?"

Looking at the strange yellow four elephants, Yang Yu's eyes were also a little strange:

"This beacon fire, shouldn't this group of bandits lit it by themselves?"

"This group of thieves are used to being domineering. Maybe they are trying to ignite the flames and attract everyone to solve it?"

Huang Sixiang looked strange, but he had to admit it.

If it wasn't for Xu Wenji's biography, and these stupid thieves lit the beacon tower to attract Yang Prison in their own right, the Mulin Palace City at this time would have turned into an asura field.

"If Changliu Mountain has such a mind..."

Yang Yu was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Those who practice martial arts are brave but not resourceful, those who practice literature are resourceful but not courageous, and few dare to occupy the mountains and forests."

Huang Sixiang laughed:

"This group of mountain bandits, I'm afraid they don't even know a few words. What kind of brains do you expect them to have?"

"I'm afraid it's not necessarily true. If Changliu Mountain can have its current reputation, there are naturally some smart people."

Yang Yu didn't care too much. He took over the package that Xiao Wu had packed, and didn't rush to open it. Instead, he asked:

"Master Huang, you said 'Xiantian Invisible Sky-Breaking Sword' earlier, but what's the background?"

"Do you know Cast Sword Villa?"

Huang Sixiang swept around, and the six-door catcher was cleaning up the mess.

"The three sects of the Ming Dynasty are naturally not clear. But isn't the famous martial art of the Sword Casting Villa 'Seven Kills and Seven Captures the Demon Sword'? Could it be that this 'Innate Invisible Sky Breaking Sword' is also the martial art of the Sword Casting Villa? "

Yang Yu frowned slightly.

After the nine kings of the Ming Dynasty stepped on the rivers and lakes decades ago, the martial arts of the rivers and lakes fell, and many martial arts sects were killed. There were only three cases, and they were never liquidated.

Hanging Mountain, Lanke Temple, Zhujian Villa.

Among them, the former is hidden in the 100,000-strong mountain and is inaccessible to people, and the second is the ancestral land of Buddhism, a place revered by thousands of Buddhist believers, which is also in the process of liquidation.

But as Henry Zhang was blocked by the Yulong Temple, he escaped.

Third, it is the Casting Sword Villa.

As the name suggests, it made a living by casting soldiers. In the past four hundred years, most of the royal family, aristocratic clans, and other sects made a living by casting weapons, and rarely participated in the battles of the rivers and lakes.

"Yes and no."

Huang Sixiang pondered for a while~www.novelmt.com~ and said:

"This swordsmanship comes from the 'Hangjiantai'. It is the swordsmanship created by 'Mu Qingliu'. This person was originally an abandoned disciple of the Sword Casting Villa..."

"Mu Qingliu?"

Yang Yu chewed on the name, his eyes suddenly condensed:

"Sword God Mu Qingliu?!"

When it comes to this name, Yang Yu is really not impressed, but when it comes to its title, no one knows it.

Sword God Mu Qingliu.

But it is one of the twelve martial arts saints in the world.

Legend has it that he was only a fire-fighting handyman in Zhujian Villa at first.

However, he didn't even have any apprentices. He only had four sword-wielding boys around him. Xuanjiantai was a sect rather than his own practice.

"It's him."

Huang Sixiang nodded:

"Nan Mu Qingliu is extremely proud and will not collude with bandits, but it is said that he once gave Zhujian Villa a sword scripture, and there may be this 'innate invisible sword' on it..."

"There are many disciples of Zhujian Villa, if this person really comes from Zhujian Villa, hehe..."

Huang Sixiang sneered.

"Casting Sword Villa..."

Yang Yu's eyes flickered, he kept this matter in his heart, and looked at the lowly old man who didn't know who was alive or dead at his feet.

Thinking.

"I always felt that Jilongshan sent these three rogues to come to Mulin Mansion with no purpose..."