"Who dares to say that such a talented person is a useless person?"
Gao Yi's complexion suddenly turned pale again. Not long ago, he was one of those people who had no idea but no clue.
To the east of Yunlu, most martial arts masters are proficient in bow and horse. However, there is no such exquisite archery as Zong Shou. There is no one among millions of people.
A person who could fire a strong bow twenty times within ten breaths was even more unlikely to be the useless waste he imagined!
The thirteen-year-old Seven Meridians Secret Martial Arts Master can shock the world no matter where he is placed.
Why is this person trying so hard to hide his strength? Is he really the rumored double-veined body?
It's funny that I didn't realize anything was different before.
With such scheming and talent, what's the point of waiting for this kid to grow up?
I couldn't help but feel frightened and panicked, and I had a murderous intention. I turned to look at the old man surnamed Mi, but saw that the old man thought for a moment and then shook his head: "The matter has become too big to be concealed! Let's talk about it later.
This boy may have some abilities, but killing him is still like killing a dog. This boy has hidden strength, but he can't help it. There are people who can't tolerate him——"
He suddenly whipped the whip and hit the wind riding horse, and suddenly accelerated. Gao Yi's expression sank, and he glanced behind him coldly. Man Yun let out a murderous snort, and followed closely behind. He secretly thought to himself.
Hey, he was conceited and calm, but today he almost lost his composure because of this dying person.
Suddenly a lion's roar resounded from behind. The sickle-tailed lion's beard spread angrily. In front of him, the ten knights who had been so murderous just now melted away in an instant. Immediately, the momentum regained its momentum, and the lion relied on the power of the people. The scattered spiritual energy
, suddenly reunited and roared angrily. The few horses that were still standing were so frightened that they neighed in panic again.
Then he suddenly jumped over the fallen horses, throwing off the remaining two knights as well.
However, at this time, the two wind-riding horses in front were already accelerating. Neither Gao Yi nor the innate martial artist had any intention of turning around and fighting. They directly left the remaining knights behind and rushed far away.
Run quickly.
After all, the sickle-tailed lion is still far slower, but its explosive power is slightly stronger. It is seriously injured, and it has already run thousands of feet, and it is already showing fatigue. In just a moment, the distance between the two has become farther and farther.
Gong Xinran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and he didn't know whether he felt relieved or regretful. Staring at Gao Yi's back, he felt waves of dizziness entering his brain.
Chuxue also felt inexplicably annoyed and depressed, and she also felt slightly relaxed. It was a pity that she could not kill Gao Yi. But she was relieved that she did not have to face that innate martial artist.
Zong Shouze's expression was dull and emotionless. The electric light in his eyes was flickering continuously, and the traces of blood-red meaning and the violent madness hidden in it have not receded, but have become more intense.
Suddenly, he raised his brows and looked forward. He saw Gao Yi, who was riding the wind horse and gradually receding away, with a sarcastic look on his face. Looking from a distance, his murderous intention was evident.
The two knights who had been thrown away gradually caught up from behind. Even the secret martial artists whose mounts were killed and fell off their horses stood up one after another and chased after them.
Seeing that the two men and two horses were almost disappearing from his sight. The two knights behind were only ten feet away from each other. Inside the Zong Shou Xiong, it was surprisingly frosty.
He felt neither unwilling nor depressed, but the murderous intent in his chest was unprecedented. It was boiling in his heart, and he was so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.
Chuxue sighed softly, made a hand seal, and urged the Han Minghu next to her to face behind her. She pressed the sword on her waist again, and Zhengyu jumped down from the lion's back. But suddenly she heard another soft sound from Zong Shou in front of her.
Laughing, the voice was cold and cold, as if it contained endless chill, and also had a bit of determination and unruly meaning.
"Xue'er, it's up to you later, take care of my physical body! If I don't get rid of this high level of freedom, it will be hard for me to think freely!"
"Young Master, physical body——"
Chuxue was suddenly stunned. Before she could react, she felt that within ten feet of her surroundings, her yin force suddenly became overwhelming. Zong Shou's body in front also suddenly went limp. He fell backwards and hurriedly reached out to hold him up.
He saw a green mist rising from Zong Shou's forehead. Faintly, Zong Shou's voice seemed to be heard in his ears.
It was also extremely cold, with murderous intent soaring into the sky. It stopped next to my ears, like a bell, like thunder.
"I can forgive thousands of people, but I will not forgive this person!"
When the sound fell, there was only a clear cry. In Zong Shou's sleeves, several willow leaf talismans he carried with him suddenly flew up and flew away from the body along with the cloud of blue smoke. The sickle-tailed lion stuck in
The pine pattern wind sword at the head was also forcibly pulled up by a force and flew into the air.
The sound of the sword whistling immediately shook the wasteland. Not only the knights behind them were subconsciously startled.
Even the old man surnamed Mi and Gao Yi, who were hundreds of feet away in front of them, turned their heads and looked back in shock again.
When he saw the green smoke rising, the old man surnamed Mi couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Not only has this kid opened up the seven meridians of the body, but he has also cultivated both spiritual and martial arts!"
Gao Yi was also shocked, almost speechless, but for a moment he smiled disdainfully: "I'm simply crazy. A person who has only reached the realm of spiritual nourishment actually dares to wander at night in a trance at this time? Isn't he afraid of being blown to death by the strong wind?
——”
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. Just as the light smoke was about to disperse, suddenly there was a purple electric grid, shining suddenly, wrapping the smoke into a ball, without being affected by it.
The influence of strong wind.
Then the next moment, only a ball of blue-white moonlight was seen, shining in the mid-air. Gao Yi's pupils suddenly opened, and the old man surnamed Mi was also slightly condensed.
The sword light was like the moon, with only a slight flash. The two knights who had chased to the side of the sickle-tailed lion suddenly raised their heads high, and two streaks of blood gushed out.
In just a split second, his head was cut off with a sword!
Where the sword shadow shone, almost all the vitality of the two secret martial arts masters was swallowed away. The corpses also turned pale in an instant.
At this moment, Zong Shou felt as if he was torn and swollen with bursts of pain in his thoughts. The feeling of using Yuanhun's body to perform the Heaven-Swallowing Yuanhua Dafa was completely different. With the infusion of these Yuanli essences at the tip of the sword,
, the remaining thoughts of the two secret martial arts masters also followed and impacted. He was flooded with distracting thoughts and filled his mind, making it difficult for him to maintain his consciousness.
It took a long moment before he was forced to repel it. In his consciousness, there was only a sliver of intense murderous intent.
The yinhun surged, urging the pine-patterned wind sword to bend again, and rushed straight into the distance with unparalleled speed.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the two people in front of him.
Gao Yi subconsciously leaned his body back. His thoughts were unconsciously captured by the sharp and sharp sword. He was so caught up in it that he couldn't even think of a single thought to resist.
The old man surnamed Mi next to him had already calmed down and snorted coldly: "You have a little ability, but you dare to be arrogant in front of me! In the realm of raising spirits, you actually dare to learn how to wield a sword with hun! I, Miyuan, seem to be...
Even if you want to hold on, you can’t get it! Come down here!”