The First Cause of All Realms

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King Linlong was stunned, and immediately realized that what the second uncle said was his apprentice?

But where did his apprentice come from?

Henry Zhang saw his doubts and smiled slightly: "Actually, as early as decades ago, the old man intended to find an inheritance in the world."

"what?"

The Linlong King became more and more astonished: "I have never heard of you..."

"It's not accurate to say it's inheritance. In fact, it's to find a master for 'lifting the sky and shaking the earth'..."

"what?!"

The King Lin Long suddenly changed his expression: "You want to give up 'Raising the Sky and Shaking the Earth'?!"

Raising the sky and shaking the earth, what is it, others don't know, where does he not know?

His second uncle knocked on the door of the Martial Saint based on this dao fruit. Later, there were people who came to seek him for the divine seed, but they were all declined.

As far as he knows, his second uncle can only differentiate into two gods. It is said that one of them was lost in the Jade Dragon Temple...

"A fuss."

Henry Zhang glared at him and said:

"The old man wants to walk in the immortal way, and the foreign objects should not be preserved. It is reasonable to find a master for him."

"you……"

The Dragon King smiled bitterly.

He wanted to say why he didn't leave the Kangzhuang Avenue, and he insisted on going to the Immortal Martial Dao, but he still didn't dare to say it after thinking about it.

He is also in his sixtieth year, and he was beaten in the street, but he was embarrassed.

"You do not understand."

Henry Zhang didn't explain, and turned to look at the distant mountains: "Why, do you still want to hide from the old man?"

Um?

The Dragon King returned to his senses, and only then did he notice the difference.

When I looked up, I saw a gray-bearded old soldier in the shady mountains and forests in the distance.

"Uncle Liu?"

King Linlong had excellent eyesight, and recognized this old soldier as one of the elite cavalry under the second uncle's command.

Huhu~

The wind with gunpowder blows through the forest. .

One,

two.

...

Soon, there were hundreds of old soldiers leading their horses out, and there were more leading horses behind them. They lined up silently and said nothing, but they were heavier than the mountains on the side.

It's depressing to look at.

Looking at these old soldiers, Henry Zhang was suddenly silent, and after a long time he scolded: "You old guys, run out and do what..."

boom!

The old soldier in front of his head knelt down on one knee and spoke loudly:

"Although Liu Qing is old, he can still lead your horse and kick it down for you, wearing armor and fighting!"

"Fuck off!"

Henry Zhang cursed again:

"Can you still use a knife? You are still wearing armor and cutting..."

Whoa!

The vibrating sound of the armor is like the rushing of the Yangtze River. Thousands of old soldiers knelt on the ground, and the sound fluctuates in the sky:

"Although we are old but not dead, we still dare to fight to the death as pointed out by Wang Qi!"

Boom!

Thousands of people shook their clothes and raised their soldiers to roar, their voices rushing against the sky, as if the clouds were scattered across the sky.

The iron-blooded will that was so strong that it seemed to be inseparable made the Dragon King Lin, who had been united with spirit, energy and spirit for many years, feel a great depression in his heart, and he couldn't help but move.

These old soldiers may not be as talented as themselves, but the will forged by these hundreds of battles seems to be purer than him.

Thousands of cavalry are like one person, with thunderous pronunciation, any martial arts and Taoism will be eclipsed in front of such a fierce will.

"Ugh……"

As the rumbling sound waves echoed, Henry Zhang sighed:

"Half of the body is in the ground, what can I do..."

...

...

In the cauldron of gluttony, light and dark alternated, and a large number of ingredients disappeared.

Yang Yu's figure appeared again and again, stepping into the light curtain again and again.

fail!

fail!

Fail again!

Finally, Yang Yu opened his eyes again after being smashed to death by the phoenix wings in the midst of thousands of divine arms and crossbows.

"So it is, so it is..."

There seemed to be substantial light in his eyes, and Yang Yu's mood was agitated, overcoming the severe pain of dying again and again.

Henry Zhang is a Wu Sheng, but he is also the head coach of the First Army!

As a warrior, you will never retreat from a fight.

But as the head coach, he would never allow his entire army to be annihilated.

If things cannot be done, Xuan Ba ​​cannot be defeated, but Xuan Jia can retreat!

"Defeat without defeat, win without victory!"

"I see……"

“The situation of the eight thousand Xuanjia soldiers is Henry Zhang’s strongest point, but it is also his weakness!”

"After the eight thousand disciples are gone, only the tyrants kill themselves by the river! The military situation, so it is..."

Finally, Yang Yu suppressed the throbbing in his heart, closed his eyes again, and made a final blow.

"Come again!"

...

...

Murder is a skill.

A skill that is enough to figure out a lifetime and never-ending.

Zhao Wusha didn't know, or he didn't care what the other people were doing to join the Rescue Building, but there was one and only one reason why he joined the Rescue Building.

That is murder.

He was ill-fated. He lost his father at the age of four, and at the age of eight he killed his mother who had violated his mother.

For more than 70 years, he has not been able to remember how many people he has killed, let alone how many killing methods he is proficient in.

People like him will be afraid and worried, but alone will not doubt their own killing methods.

"The great master is untouchable, but under him, you can kill!"

Longyuan City, in the south of the city, in a tea shop somewhere, Zhao Wuzhi blew lightly with a teacup in his hand. During the hazy fog, he couldn't stop talking about it in his heart.

It had been many years, and he had not been so nervous before killing someone, it was like when he was eight years old, when he stabbed that scumbag to death with a wooden stick.

Fright, apprehension, cringe...and excitement.

He thought that he would be disgusted and resisted by being forced to take on the assassination mission, but it was only then that he realized that he had no disgust at all.

Yes, just excited.

At a certain moment, he heard exclamations and commotions from outside the long street. Inside and outside the long street, there were surging crowds, and pedestrians retreated.

A bamboo chariot came slowly.

"Zhang Lingfeng..."

He exhaled lightly, and restrained his killing intent and sharpness. In an instant, he was like an old peasant with dim eyes.

Zhu Nian stopped in front of a restaurant.

Zhang Lingfeng didn't get off the train, and looked at the restaurant with interest. Several Confucian scholars were talking at length. Seeing his arrival, their faces turned pale.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Zhang Lingfeng smiled.

"Zhang Lingfeng!"

An old Confucian suddenly stood up, causing the tables and chairs to rattle. His face was pale, but his voice was very sharp:

"You scum who deceives your nephew, you can do it, the old man can't say it?!"

"Bold!"

A soldier scolded sharply, raised his long sword, and was about to shoot.

"not busy."

Zhang Lingfeng raised his hand to stop his movements and looked at the old Confucian:

"As far as this prince knows, you are just a rotten scholar, and you fail the exam many times. It seems that it has no effect on who you are..."

"you!"

The old Confucian's face turned red, and he didn't know if he was afraid or ashamed, or maybe he was already ill and coughed up blood.

"The poor, the sour and the Confucian, dare to talk about big things."

Zhang Lingfeng let out a laugh and was about to leave when his expression suddenly changed, his eyes turned, and he saw a dark sword light burst out from the pedestrians outside the long street.

laugh!

The air roared and the gust of wind exploded.

In less than an instant, several armored soldiers guarding the chariot were cut in half, and they came straight.

His timing was too good, and the knife was too fast. No one seemed to react to it, except for Zhang Lingfeng, inside and outside the long street.

The color of the armored soldiers changed suddenly, and the sound of anger has not yet been exported.

The spooky sword light pierced Zhang Lingfeng three feet in front of him.

Then, the air seemed to stagnate at this moment.

"Um?!"

Zhao Wushao's pupils contracted violently.

A white and even fat palm suddenly appeared in front of him, and stretched out **** slowly to hold his blade.

"A quasi-grandmaster-level killer, a hundred-forged magic weapon, and also quenched with the strange poison 'Smoke of Broken Soul'..."

In his ears, there was a voice that was neither high nor low.

Then, in his terrified and unbelievable eyes, his mouth of Hundred Refinements Divine Weapon cracked neatly!

From the blade to the handle, it cracked neatly, as if it had become a thin sword, a soft sword, and the noodles seemed to collapse.

And then, his true astral, arms, qi and blood, torso...

"road……"

Zhao Wusha's eyes widened in anger, however, before he could even spit out a single word, he was twisted and split by an invisible giant force!

Like that hundred-forged long knife, it split from head to toe!

"Unbelievable!"

Zhang Lingfeng sneered, suddenly noticed something, and raised his long eyebrows.

hum!

Between the lights and flints, Zhang Lingfeng's fat body is agile beyond everyone's imagination.

Comparable faster, but it is an electric light!

One black and one white, like an electric snake, the electric light jumped out of Zhao Wushao's broken body.

Boom!

Black and white interweaved, giving birth to a huge roar, resounding inside and outside the long street.

"what?!"

Some warriors shouted and covered their eyes, only to feel that there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of them, as if the thunder sea had exploded in front of them, and for a while, they could not see anything.

"Yin and yang thunder falls, and everything is shocking?!"

Zhang Lingfeng's complexion sank as he looked at the electric light that was intertwined with black and white, like a thunder dragon, like a spear piercing the turbulent wind.

Boom!

Black and white were intertwined, and a large piece of electric light ran and spread. After a while, there were screams inside and outside the long street. Dozens and hundreds of people were dancing and screaming.

"Sir!"

A few soldiers bore the brunt of the electricity, smoked all over their bodies, and their long hair stood on end. They rushed forward in anger, but were blown back by the air waves.

"Great master-level yin and yang slayer!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, Zhang Lingfeng walked out slowly, his robes were all torn apart, and the electric light visible to the naked eye jumped on his inner fine gold armor.

His face was gloomy, and in his palm, a fist-sized thunderball kept spinning, bursting out with a heart-pounding aura.

"Mr. Yu, what do you have to say?"

Zhang Lingfeng suddenly turned around, outside the long street, Yu Jing did not know when he had arrived.

"It's indeed a yin and yang spell."

Yu Jing opened his hand, and the lightning ball crossed the ten-foot-long street and fell into his palm. He weighed it casually:

"True qi is strong enough, but unfortunately the refining degree is not enough. It's not my handwriting, let alone the teacher's. If he makes a move, the prince will not have the strength to question..."

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