The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

"what"

In the raging fire, more than a dozen preachers of the Liansheng Sect screamed and danced.

Seeing Yuchi Long's death, these preachers threw themselves into the flames almost at the same time, except for Guo Han, who was blocked by Yang Prison.

"If you believe in religion, are you really not afraid of death?"

Holding the pig-killing knife that was dripping with blood, looking into the depths of the fire, the crimson light that was clearly not like a flame, Yang Yu stopped and frowned.

Running hard and fighting in a row until now, his body is still surging with extreme energy, as if the ribs and tendons are ten percent, he will never feel exhausted again.

But a sense of exhaustion from his soul made him have to stop a little.

Divine powers are the reflection of the gods in the soul on the body. Although they can be used like driving arms, the level of his martial arts practice inside and outside is too low.

Faintly, he could already feel the tingling pains coming from inside and outside of his body.

It was the groaning sound of his under-exercised physique that was about to be overloaded.

"Unexpectedly, in such a small Danwan land, there is also such a gifted existence as Your Excellency."

Under the heat of the fire, Guo Han's face was uncertain, and the nine-section whip in his palm drooped weakly.

With the body of the second blood exchange, kill two strong men with blood like tigers.

Liu Wenpeng was just fine. The archer was approached and killed in a proper way. However, Yuchilong was skilled in horizontal training and was the best at melee combat, but he was beaten to death in front of his eyes with three punches.

Although the level of blood exchange does not determine the outcome of strength or weakness, all the levels of internal and external martial arts practice must be based on blood exchange.

Two kills three times, blood is like a bull, blood is like a tiger, of course, but the more second-order fighting, in his mind, there are only those geniuses with extraordinary talents.

Such as the Qingzhou soldier's 'Wei Zhengxian', the Yunzhou mansion's 'Hua Liunian', and the Western mansion Zhao King Henry Zhang who had not appeared in front of people twenty years earlier.

"The great prison is set on fire and people are sacrificed. Are you doing the so-called 'Dao Fruit' in the firelight?"

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

"You are hurt."

Guo Han said abruptly, although he was in doubt, he was completely convinced:

"More than 20 years ago, Henry Zhangba stepped on the rivers and lakes and was shocked by the 'Mantra'. Your inner qi is not enough to resist the mighty palm."

Yang Yu looked back coldly: "It's enough to kill you."

His inner qi was too thin to resist the impact of the black iron arrow and the mighty palm, and his qi and blood were churning at the same time he killed the two of them.

But it's just a stinging pain, and it doesn't hurt its combat power.

"This dao fruit, you must take good care of it..."

Guo Han looked at Yang Yu deeply, as if to imprint his figure and face in the depths of his soul:

"In the near future, someone will come to retrieve this fruit. And you will die without a place to be buried!"

"Hahaha!"

"Um?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, and the blade had just been raised. The deputy helmsman who taught the Shunde mansion by Liansheng seemed to have given up all luck.

Shouting, laughing and jumping into the sea of ​​​​fire:

"The raging flames burn my body. Pity the old mother, protect my spirit! The old mother..."

boom!

Just like cooking oil in a raging fire, the fire snake that swallowed and swallowed suddenly jumped several feet high.

Yang Yu's pupils shrank.

It was obvious that a purple-gold treasure gourd flashed away in the firelight, and then disappeared into the sea of ​​fire.

Is this the dao fruit that all the forces of the Liansheng Sect must pursue?

Need to sacrifice...

hum!

Yang Yu's thoughts turned, and he saw the raging fire extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the devastated ruins, a palm-sized purple gold gourd was shining brightly, and half of the street was brightly illuminated.

"Is this Dao Guo?"

With a flick of Yang Yu's body, he entered the still-warm ruins and held the purple gold gourd in his palm.

Under the glorious light, his face was uncertain.

This thing, I'm afraid it's very hot.

"Yang Prison!"

Li Er suddenly jumped out of the corner and almost shouted, "Quick, put this gourd away!"

call!

He clenched the gourd tightly with his backhand, and it was strange to say that as soon as his palm was covered, the purple-gold brilliance disappeared.

Before he could take a closer look, Li Erxiao ran over, and when he saw the glorious disappearance, he patted his chest with lingering fears, and even said that he was in danger.

"Old Li, you are really lucky."

As soon as Yang Yu's thoughts changed, he guessed why Li Eryi appeared here.

"Without the sound of the bell, these believers who have been fed and lost their hearts will wake up immediately."

Seeing Haoguang disappear, Li Eryi breathed a sigh of relief:

"No one finds out, you can still refuse to recognize it. If you are seen, you will be in big trouble..."

He ripped off the clothes from the corpse and put it on, Yang Yu's heart moved:

"Do you recognize this thing?"

"The madmen of the Liansheng Sect treat me as a dead person, but I have heard a few things. They call him 'Kuixing Daoguo'. It is said that it is said that the Liansheng Sect has been searching for treasures for many years..."

Li Eryi hurriedly said briefly what he knew.

Not far away, there were bursts of screams and cries, and those bewitched believers had already woken up.

"Old Li, help me clean up the battlefield."

Handed Li Eryi a long knife.

Yang Yu put on his clothes and took a deep breath to suppress the stinging pain that was surging all over his body.

He moved his feet, kicked and held Liu Wenpeng's big bow, and rushed towards the city.

"Clean up the battlefield..."

Li Eryi, who received the drudgery, looked at the mess, his face was uglier than crying.

Yang Prison's shot was too terrifying, and the one who was beheaded was okay, but if he was beaten to death by his fist, it would be almost a puddle of mud.

That's all.

That Yuchilong was hammered into the ground by the hammer, how could it come out...

"Old Man Wei, you must persevere..."

Resisting the stinging pain all over his body, Yang Prison did not dare to delay, and quickly rushed towards the place where the swords collided and shouted.

The first time after Recipe Refinery woke up, Yang Prison went to the long street where the Weihe River had been broken, but found no trace of the two of them.

I followed the fire all the way to this place, but still couldn't see the two of them.

I was worried for a while, and even the thought of exploring the purple gold gourd was suppressed.

...

...

pat~

Hot blood dripped from the blade of the sword, melting the thin snow on the ground.

Guan Shanshui's chest rose and fell, panting and sneering:

"Old guy, you can't do it, right?"

This old Jin Yiwei is not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also must have retired from the battlefield.

Although his muscles and bones are old and his blood and blood have fallen sharply, he has persevered until now under the siege and killing of himself and a group of nursing homes in Liu's house.

And killed more than a dozen good players.

At the moment, only Lin Qing and other warriors who exchanged blood for the second time are still alive, but they don't dare to get close, and they are only vigilant from a distance, in case the old guy suddenly stabs him.

"Hehe~"

Wei He was tired, and there were dozens of corpses lying in front of and behind him.

Wen Yan also sneered back:

"Old Pig Dog, you're not done either, are you?"

"It's not a problem to kill you!"

Guan Shanshui twitched the corners of his mouth, but his heart became more and more anxious.

Although Liu Wenpeng's blood exchange level is higher than himself, and his swordsmanship is not bad, he still has too few fights with others.

It is possible to learn from each other, but once the battle of life and death is unguarded, someone avoids the bow and arrow.

Just for fear of danger.

But this Jinyiwei is really too difficult to deal with...

"Yes?"

Wei He took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his body, put his clothes on his mouth, and tied the wound tightly.

The blood-changing warrior is still a mortal body, and the blood will also drop after the sixtieth year. It used to be infinitely close to the blood of a tiger, but now, instead of increasing, it has fallen.

Fortunately, his blood qi will drop, but his martial arts level will not drop, and even more old with years of practice.

If not, I'm afraid it's already explained here...

But even so, he has reached his limit.

"Old stuff!"

Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth, and finally, with his eyes, he motioned Lin Qing and others to avoid it.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to stimulate his blood a second time and completely kill this old Jin Yiwei.

But suddenly, chaotic footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by shouts, and seemed to panic to the extreme.

"Master Guan, yes, it's our people!"

Lin Qing and others were vigilant at first, but their expressions changed drastically.

Isn't it their people who fled in embarrassment from a distance?

"What?! Where's Master Liu?!"

Guan Shanshui glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the guards were anxious, but Liu Wenpeng was nowhere to be seen.

Whoo~!

Guan Shanshui was confused.

How could Wei He, who has been in battle for a long time, miss this opportunity, his anger sinks in his dantian, his blood is full of energy, and at the same time as his feet rush forward, the ghost-headed sword has pulled up the full moon.

Cut to the latter's head!

Knife technique, beheading!

"Old stuff!"

Unprepared, Guan Shanshui almost had his neck cut open, and he staggered back while roaring.

Under the chaos of the heart, where is the heart to fight with people?

But Wei He's dominance is unforgiving~www.novelmt.com~ a knife is more than a knife, and he is forced into an embarrassing situation.

"you wanna die!"

Finally, seeing the group of people fleeing in a panic, and there was no sign of Liu Wenpeng, Guan Shanshui's heart sank and he let out a low roar.

Start fighting!

boom!

The collision of swords is no longer the sound of the collision of gold and iron, but it is like two bulls rushing and colliding.

At this moment, the two did not hold back any more.

One has to force the opponent back, the other has to stop the opponent, touch the sword with the sword, and exchange wounds for wounds.

After all, Wei He was too old, and his energy and blood were unsustainable. After several collisions, his momentum had declined, and he gradually fell into the disadvantage.

boom!

At this moment, a low muffled sound exploded from a distance.

"This voice..."

Wei He hadn't noticed it yet, but Guan Shanshui's expression changed drastically.

I saw a person running and striding, following the wind.

Its imposing manner and speed were extremely fast, and the shocked guards all screamed and screamed, but he could see clearly that the man was holding a broken pig-killing knife in one hand.

In the other hand, he is carrying a steel bow that he is very familiar with!

"Sir, are you dead?"

Seeing this scene, Lin Qing and the others changed their faces completely, looked at each other, turned around and ran away.

"Master's bow..."

Guan Shanshui's pupils contracted violently, as if struck by lightning:

"how come?"

Wei He took a step back and slowed down. Seeing that he was absent-minded, he put a horizontal knife around his neck without thinking, and with a single stroke of force, detached the joints of his arms.

This is the way people look.

First doubt, then surprise, and finally shock:

"How could it be you?!"

"Master Wei..."

Seeing Wei He restraining Guan Shanshui, Yang Yu's heart fell to the ground, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Why can't it be me?"