Looking at the boy with blood stained clothes and a broken knife in his hand.

Next to the burning prison, the masters of Liansheng Sect felt a stream of cold waves rushing on their backs and couldn't help but shivering.

Who is he?

"I dare to ask which friend you are?"

Seeing that Liu Wenpeng was being stepped on his feet as if he was dead, Yuchi Long's eyelids twitched and he felt solemn.

Before midnight, he opened the gate of the inner city with a powerful palm, and Wang Fobao fought to the death but was unknown to his personnel.

He thought that no one in Black Mountain could stop him, but he didn't want to almost die under Liu Wenpeng's black iron arrow that penetrated through gold and stone.

He tried all kinds of tricks to barely kill the prison.

During this period, he was almost shot and killed by Liu Wenpeng several times.

Therefore, he knew very well that the person who came to take Liu Wenpeng's arrow in such a fierce way was already above him.

Even though his blood ticked around him, as if he was injured by an arrow, and he spoke ill of evil words, he was determined to retreat.

Guo Han saw his thoughts and retreated calmly, holding the nine-section whip in his palm tightly.

He had something to say with Liu Wenpeng, but when facing this young man who suddenly came, he didn't say a word.

Because he saw the strong evil spirit and murderous intent on the young man.

Such people cannot communicate at all.

call!

Without a response, Yang Yu shook the blood on his face and bowed his head indifferently.

A blood-stained hand held his ankle. Liu Wenpeng, who was already dead, was unwilling to growl:

"You, what kind of martial arts are you doing?!"

His muscles and bones were broken, his internal organs were hammered into mud, and his throat was almost penetrated by bone punctures, but he still didn't die.

His eyes, which were almost shocked out of his eyes, looked at Yang Yu tightly.

He is unwilling to give up!

He almost calculated everything, but because Guanshanshui disappeared, otherwise he would have wiped out the remnants of Liansheng's sect.

And his greatest unwillingness.

He couldn't figure it out anyway. A beggar who almost starved to death back then had less than two years of learning martial arts and had only been in half a year of blood exchange.

Where did this terrifying power come from?

He even suspected that this was not martial arts at all, but the "magic power" that has not yet been proven to exist in the legend!

"You want to know?"

Yang Yu looked at him coldly, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, shattering his skull, and stepped into the frozen soil on the floor:

"Go and ask the King of Hell!"

Bang!

While stepping on Liu Wenpeng to death, Yang Yu used his power to explore. The bloody pig-killing knife had already burst into a large sword light with the sound of "Woooo" breaking through the air.

Faced with these pleading religious believers who played with the people and sacrificed their lives, he didn't even want to say a word.

Only kill!

call!

The sword light poured down like mercury.

This sword did not slash at Yuchi Long, but used the sword light as a circle to draw everyone within his sight and within his blade's ability.

All were included in the battle circle.

The airflow was covered with a sharp sword and a sharp murderous intent made everyone feel as if they were on the battlefield, with murderous intent everywhere and their hair exploded.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were beating wildly.

I just realized why Liu Wenpeng was so fast, and the person in front of me was really fierce and not as fierce as a human.

The speed of this sword is no less than the black iron arrow shot from the full moon bow!

"Do you think I'm Liu Wenpeng?"

Yuchi Long completely extinguished other thoughts, and saw him growling and step forward, and his whole body strength climbed from his legs to his hips, gathering layer by layer.

Crack ~

With the sound of muscles and bones rubbing like a bead cannon, Yuchi Long's already tall body suddenly raised another foot.

Then,

Step, long whistle, red face.

The big gun in the arm seemed to be stabbed out, and the five fingers changed and kneaded, which was a great power palm!

The Great Power Palm is one of the secret martial arts of Liansheng Sect.

Looking at Qingzhou, all the best martial arts are learned, and Yuchi Long has been studying this martial art for forty years and has already mastered it to the point of perfection.

Even the external master who specializes in horizontal practice like Wang Fobao was almost killed by him with one palm.

And that was the case where he had never stimulated his blood and energy.

At this time, in great danger, he naturally had no reservations. He slapped out with his palm, and there seemed to be a roar of tigers and wolfs in the air.

"kill!"

Guo Han is faster.

Almost as the sword wind suddenly blew, the nine-section whip covered with barbed had already been slashed out, trying to knock down the half-killing sword.

He and Yuchi Long have been intimate with each other for many years, and they have made great efforts one after another, just like one person, and their power doubled under the joint attack!

The other masters of Liansheng Sect are also fearless.

Some people roared wildly and held a sword to fight, while others circulated around the front, boiling blood and roaring like a tiger pounced on it, hitting Yang Yu's back.

Under the siege, Yang Yu's expression became colder and colder. He could clearly detect all the subtle changes within three feet of his body.

Whether it is the sword that strikes or the snowflakes blowing from the cold wind.

What's different from one night before is that the powerful force under the blessing of the ribs and tendons can allow him to hit any direction he perceived in an instant!

If you have the heart, you can get both hands, feet, swords and weapons!

Zheng!

The broken knife slashed horizontally, and while swinging the nine-section whip, Yang Yu raised his left arm high, Ji Zhang's five fingers suddenly closed, and he hit Yuchi Long's fierce and domineering great power palm.

Bang!

A low muffled sound.

"This power?!"

Yuchi Long's face shook wildly, and he felt a palm slap on the city wall, and his eyes almost burst out.

As soon as he fought, he had already discovered that the person in front of him had a soft and tender membrane, thin internal energy, and his blood exchange level was far inferior to his.

But this power was too terrifying, and it seemed like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, instantly defeating his internal energy.

Bang!

An explosion came from inside.

With one contact and a second critical strike, Yuchi Long's eyes widened, and finally couldn't help but growl, his feet off the ground, and he was beaten backwards.

Yang Yu's figure took a step back at the same time, leveraging the force to strike back, and hitting the elbow with an elbow!

"ah!"

A scream resounded throughout the street.

The sectarian scholar was frightened and saw the sectarian who was attacking with his elbow soaring, and his skeletons were scattered.

The water bag seemed to squirt blood, and with a slap, it was only a ball of blood mud left!

"Don't get close to him, complete the sacrifice quickly!"

He leaned back and landed, and before he could stabilize his body, he issued a stern warning.

But it's still late.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! An elbow hit the person behind him who was attacking. Yang Yu stretched his muscles and bones, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, with a broken knife waving, and a fist and foot collision.

There is no enemy in the same place where you pass. The swords and swords are knocked out instantly, the fists and feet collide, and the flesh and blood will become mud.

Except for Yuchi Long and Guo Han, even a few masters who had three blood exchanges were crushed and beaten to death by him!

At this moment, Yang Yu truly understood the mood of the King Zhao of the Western Palace when he broke into the military formation alone.

It’s not that he was ruthless and fierce, but that no one could block such a bombardment of pure power!
To be continued...