The First Cause of All Realms

Boo!

In the sky, the goshawk fluttered its wings, and the wind was surging like a tide.

boom!

An arrow came from the south, like a heavenly sword coming through the sky, the air waves exploded sharply, and it seemed that a wind dragon roared in the air, sweeping away the heavy snow.

Bursting out of the most brilliant light.

In an instant, the sky was bright, and the momentary brilliance of this arrow seemed to suppress the light of the scorching sun that had not yet risen.

Falling through the sky, wind, snow, and air flow were all cut off wherever they passed, as if the sky was split by an arrow.

hold head high!

The indescribable arrow momentum, like a wildfire burning the sky, separated by numerous voids, burned directly into the hearts of everyone present.

The target was definitely not Yuan Haofei alone. The mighty and sharp arrows seemed to cover everyone present!

"who?!"

Feng Xingzi was startled, and the colorless giant sword, which combined thousands of swords into one, suddenly turned over and blocked in front of him.

More than him?

Even as paranoid and fierce as Yuan Haofei, he had to withdraw his fists to protect himself.

Ka Ka Ka!

The extreme crisis swept through without any hesitation, Yuan Haofei's blood was boiling, his real astral was burning, and his burly physique was even bigger under such congestion.

retreat?

Can't go back!

Between the light and the flint, the decision was made, and the slightest thoughts were completely extinguished. Yuan Haofei turned around and raised his arms to the sky.

boom!

Wang Yang also seemed to be pouring out his energy, and before Yuan Haofei kneaded the punch, it turned into a burning golden light.

In a trance, a smallpox seemed to fall, golden lotuses surged up, and faintly, a shadow of a Buddha appeared, reciting Sanskrit.

Together with Shenquan and Baquan, they are known as the four great gods in the world. The heritage of Brahma Fist is much higher than the previous ones.

When fighting for this life, the will and light of this punch are much stronger than before.

Boom!

Almost at the moment when the two of them exhausted their means of urging, the arrow that shrouded the four spirits and was as bright as the scorching sun also came.

After hundreds of years of wind and frost, the city wall bears the brunt, and is shaken by the ripples stirred by the confrontation of the three, and large tracts of soil, stone and dust dance with the wind and snow.

The hurricane wind followed, knocking down the towers, splitting the beams and tiles, and even more, the hurried masters retreated again and again.

"God's Four Elephant Arrows!"

It was only at this time that the exclamations of unknown people spread throughout the city.

This person's eyesight is very accurate, and almost the moment he sees the arrow, he recognizes the superior archery of Longyuan Dao.

However, his warning was too slow for this arrow.

At the same time as his voice echoed, the colorless giant sword that was standing in front of the city wall had already exploded, turning into thousands of dots of light flying.

And that fist mixed with Sanskrit sounds, also completely shattered after the momentary stalemate!

"How can it be so strong?!"

Yuan Haofei's pupils contracted violently.

There is a folk saying that the most prosperous archery in the world is Tianlang, followed by Daming, and the last of Dali. However, in the past 100 years, the heavy arrows of the Dali Dynasty have even surpassed the heavy fists.

In the past hundred years, the archers have emerged one after another, and the superior archery has even been passed on to the people.

Although he has no archery practice, in the past 30 years, he has seen many archery masters, but how has he ever seen such a fierce archery?

The congealing arrow is amazing, but it is not uncommon, but the horror of the power contained in this arrow is simply frightening to hear.

In a trance, he even thought that he had returned to the time when he asked the national teacher Brahma Ruyi more than 20 years ago...

"Don't think about it!"

His chest swelled violently, and his blood and flesh burned. However, in the next instant, he felt a chill descend on his bones, extinguishing the scorching flames.

With one arrow piercing through, his true astral, armor, horizontal training, and even the flesh, muscles, bones and internal organs on the back of his chest, all vaporized and disappeared!

At this moment, from the inside and outside of the city, it is spectacular.

A beam of light traversed the north and south, pinning the burly figure with a height of zhang Xu into the air!

So tyrannical, so terrifying!

Blood and snow danced together above the sky, screaming and sound waves raging.

"Innately invisible, breaking Qi and breaking shape!"

When the crowd was horrified, only Feng Xingzi let out a long howl, and the piercing chill hit his face, causing him to stretch his beard and hair.

hum!

An inexplicable sword intent rises from its halo top.

This sword intent is brilliant and vast, but it is extremely cold, and the midwinter under the strong wind and snow seems insignificant in front of it.

The moment its meaning manifested, the void seemed to be frozen!

This is? !

Lin Daoren, who pressed one arm on the ground and looked up at the sky, couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, only to feel that all external perceptions were frozen.

He was like this, so was the old man who urged hundreds of poisons, and so were all the masters inside and outside the city!

Heaven and earth are lonely, the sword intent of all things frozen!

boom!

The arrow of Vientiane, which was in no way unfavorable, dissipated completely after a short stalemate, and Feng Xingzi coughed up blood and fled frantically at the utmost speed.

"This is……"

A few miles away, above the sky, Yang Yu, who was standing with a bow, was also dignified, and in the cauldron of gluttony, the Qixing Longyuan Slayer Sword shook violently.

The movement was so big, it seemed that it was not inferior to meeting a sloppy Taoist for the first time in the fantasy world of Wanxiang Mountain.

"Sword God Mu Qingliu's Sword Intent!"

This thought flashed in his mind, Yang Yu held down the Qianlong Divine Bow, and the second arrow that should have been shot at Feng Xingzi did not go out.

Boom!

The loud roar of thunder reverberated in the sky, and was emptied by an arrow of air, and at this moment, it returned against the current, like a hurricane rolling over the sky with snow.

Inside and outside the city walls, there was a moment of silence.

All eyes were on the goshawk that fluttered its wings, to be precise, it was the swordsman in mysterious clothes standing with a bow on it.

In the wind and snow, his eyes were burning like torches, and the scalding heat seemed to ignore the void, burning all the eyes that were watching.

With one arrow, the two great masters who have been famous for decades have both been severely injured. One fled in embarrassment, and the other was unable to move.

Such power, such tyranny...

"King of the Northwest, Yang Prison!"

Uncontrollable tremors emerged in the hearts of all the masters inside and outside the city.

Above the goshawk, the moment when the blazing eyes flowed down, there seemed to be no noise between heaven and earth.

At this moment, regardless of the level of martial arts, regardless of the size of the sect, all masters have given birth to one kind, under the eyes of the law, there is nowhere to hide.

Under the arrow of God, there is nothing to hide!

"Xi, the king of the northwest?! He, he is the king of the northwest..."

Somewhere behind the eaves, Huang Hu almost crushed the tiles.

Looking at the figure standing in the sky with his hands behind his back, with a bow in his hand, but letting the heroes tie their hands, for a time, his heart was agitated.

For more than a year, he had heard more than once of this young hero who was the master of the Northwest Road.

In the past, he always felt that the rumors were exaggerated, but at this time, he felt trembling and awe-inspiring.

"Yang Prison..."

Somewhere in the city, Chu Tianyi felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help clenching the small bronze sword in his palm. The familiar words emerged from the subconsciously triggered supernatural powers:

[...you pull up your sword, want to break the demon of your heart, and slap the heart of the sword, you are dead...]

He is stronger again!

The same thought not only appeared in Chu Tianyi's heart, but also squeezed into the hearts of Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong, who were hidden in the dark.

At this moment, these two six-door gods who had experienced hundreds of battles, could not help but flash a hint of despair in their hearts.

How long has it been, only two years before and after...

Two years!

This time, for beginners, may not be enough to master a low-level martial arts, let alone for them.

In fact, for the masters of the Grand Master realm, every insignificant improvement needs to be counted in decades!

Such progress is simply appalling!

"Yang Prison..."

With messy hair hanging down his blood-stained face, Lin Dao's heart was far more complicated than everyone present.

The person in front of him, the first time he heard of it, was because he was suspected of being in love with his own disciple, and he didn't really care.

Even if he did the next one after another, one by one, he didn't really care much in his heart.

For him, what about the master, and what about the great master?

As early as thirty years ago, he had already stood in front of Wushengmen!

However at this time...

Huhu~

The goshawk fell to the height, Yang Yu stretched out his hand, and a strand of real astral seemed to have life, and returned from a distance upstream, bringing the ball thrown by Lin Daoren.

Just like the meat of Tai Sui, this bead is intertwined with various colors, and the palm is gently shaken, and it reflects a large amount of brilliance and is beautiful.

"Tai Sui Zhu..."

Taking a casual glance, Yang Prison put away the bead and looked at the embarrassed Lin Daoren in the ruins:

"Senior, you owe me one more time."

With the book of life and death in hand, Lin Daoist once settled in Northwest Daocheng, Yang Yu's understanding of his people is more detailed than Qin Si, Zhao Kun, and even Zhenyan Daoist.

This is the most outstanding Taoist under the Jade Dragon Temple, apart from the mantra. As early as 30 years ago, he was already the first person under the Martial Sage.

Such people are the most unfortunate.

If you don't mention it yourself, your heart will be depressed, but otherwise...

huh~

Lin Daoren also came back to his senses, his heart was extremely complicated, but he felt a lot better when he heard this.

"What I owe you will naturally be returned to you."

He spit out the blood that was squeezed in his chest and turned into air, he slowly got up, and out of the corner of his eye swept over the crowd of people inside and outside the city wall who were deterred by the arrows:

"It's just ~www.readwn.com~ you shouldn't be here..."

"It doesn't matter who comes."

Yang Prison shook his head slightly.

Zhao Kun was able to escape all the way back to the Northwest Road City. There may be some people who should not die, but it is not necessarily that no one else is counted.

Yang Prison could see clearly, but he had no choice.

Not to mention that Lin Daoren and Qin Si have the grace of raising and saving lives. Even if they don't, the root of the matter is still in themselves.

Besides, if you don't come by yourself, the man of truth will definitely come.

Well, there is no difference.

After saying a word, the goshawk had already soared into the air again, Yang Yu held the bow in his hand, and the arrows resumed as the zhenqi induced vomiting.

His eyes swept away, and he had already locked on Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong, who were standing in the shadow of the city, hiding their anger:

"Yang Yu is a step late, but you have been waiting for a long time..."

Huhu~

As the faint voice reverberated, the chill in the city seemed to be a little thicker. In the shadows, Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong walked out slowly.

The burning blood was surging on the two of them, and their expressions were indifferent, but they did not flinch or fear in the slightest.

On the contrary, there is a faint smile of relief:

"Yang Yu, you are as arrogant as before..."

Boom!

Before the words of the two fell, the half-opened dry dragon roared again, and the extremely sharp arrow light suddenly fell.

"you!"

The expressions of the two men were terrified and they retreated violently, but after just one step, the two of them had already stood still, and their hearts fell to the ground.

A dark-yellow thick palm came abruptly, and in the midst of everyone's attention, it grabbed the black iron arrow that had seriously injured the two great masters:

"Knowing that you are going to die, you dare to fall into the ambush? Boy, your courage makes this uncle have to give birth to some admiration..."

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