The sky is gradually getting dark, and today's Luoyang City does not have the bright lights of the past.
There are also fewer girls showing their legs on the streets and alleys. The stagnant air and the faint smell of blood make everyone subconsciously shrink back at home.
Even if there are young children who want to go out and play, the elderly people in the family who usually dote on them will scold them in low voices with sullen faces.
The whole Luoyang seemed to have fallen silent in an instant, and the silence was a bit scary.
"Zi...Zi..."
A harsh sound reached the ears of the residents along the street. The timid ones hurriedly hid in their bedrooms and covered themselves with quilts, trembling with fear. The bold ones cautiously took a few glances at the street through the windows.
One person, one knife, and the long knife dragged a long ravine on the street.
The bluestone streets were filled with sparks, and all they could see in the firelight was a long, snow-white hair, so white that it penetrated people's eyes.
Wearing a green shirt and long robe, with hair as white as snow, Yuan Minghong's eyes were like lightning, and he drew his sword and prepared for a thunderous strike.
How many years has passed? This is the first time someone dares to tease his beard. No matter who the other person is, he will be stained with blood in Luoyang today!
"Dad, old man with white beard!"
The crisp sound of a child suddenly sounded by the window, and the man next to him turned pale and hurriedly hugged the child and hid in the bedroom.
It wasn't until the sound of the long knife dragging the floor faded away that the man took a breath. Looking at his daughter's clear eyes, he couldn't help but swallow the reproachful words that came to his mouth.
"Dad, is that grandpa?" The ignorant child didn't realize his father's fear at all, and still asked relentlessly.
There was a trace of envy and desire on the man's face, but it soon turned into awe.
"My dear daughter, that is a warrior, a warrior flying into the sky and into the earth."
The man has a complicated expression. He is a warrior and a great weapon in peaceful times. Luoyang is guarded by the Wu family. Is it going to be chaotic?
"What is a warrior?" the little girl laughed playfully, her clear eyes making people unable to refuse.
The daughter's innocent words made the man tangled for a while. After a long time, he said perfunctorily: "It's just like the Superman that dad bought you. It's so powerful."
"Can grandpa fight monsters?"
"Fighting monsters?"
The man rolled his eyes, but seeing the expectant look on his daughter's face, a strong fatherly love rose in his heart. He couldn't help but nodded and said: "If you can fight monsters, they are the patron saint of mankind, and dad is your patron saint."
These words echoed in many places that night. The answers may not be the same, but when warriors say it, many people know it.
Nowadays, the environment of heaven and earth has changed drastically, and monks are almost extinct, but martial arts are prosperous.
Luoyang, an ancient capital with thousands of years of history, naturally has no shortage of warriors.
In addition to the Wu family, there are dozens of aristocratic families in Luoyang. Although warriors rarely show their unique skills in front of ordinary people, sometimes they are unavoidable.
With the rapid development of information dissemination, warriors are no longer as mysterious and mythical as they were in the past.
Ordinary people know that there are many warriors, but not many have actually seen warriors, and even fewer have seen masters.
Although the number of warriors is large, it is only relative. For the billions of Chinese people, warriors are too far away from them, and few people mention them on ordinary days.
As for the old man who was dragging the sword just now, no matter how ignorant an ordinary person is, he still understands that this is not the martial artist who knows some three-legged cat kung fu in the past, but a real master.
Coupled with today's weird atmosphere and the thick smell of blood, smart people have already sensed that something big is about to happen.
In Luoyang, which has been peaceful for decades, an invisible bloody storm is slowly brewing.
…
The top of Blood Jade Peak.
Wu Liang's face was indifferent. Looking at the increasingly strong momentum in the distance, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Everything was as he expected. The restriction on Blood Jade Peak was broken, which was simply not something ordinary people could do.
Dragging the knife to gather momentum, such a vulgar move is not in his eyes at all. No matter how strong the ant's momentum is, it can't withstand two human fingers. It will start killing today!
Wu Liang was not afraid, but everyone at the foot of Blood Jade Peak looked pale.
There was a struggle on Wu Qiming's face, and he sighed after a long time: "Qingzhu, please advise your grandpa, there is no need to make such a fuss."
Yuan Qingzhu, whose complexion had gradually returned to rosy, lowered his head and said nothing until Wu Qiming spoke up and whispered: "I can't persuade him. Blood Jade Peak is the only one that Grandpa has ordered to capture over the years. No one can refute it."
grandfather."
That sentence that no one could refute deeply hurt Wu Qiming's heart. This is Luoyang, not the Yuan family!
Wu Qiming clenched his fist lightly, then relaxed it dejectedly for a long time.
Luoyang Wu family, a thousand-year-old family!
I previously said that I would not lose the reputation of my ancestors, but now I am in a dilemma, and I am ashamed of my ancestors!
"Old man Wu, who is that person?"
The cynical Huang Laosan's face was solemn at this time. Looking at the momentum coming from miles away, he felt indescribable depression in his heart.
I originally thought that the Huang family was the only one in Longxi, and with Wu Liang as a backer, Mr. Huang would be able to run wild. Who knew that the moment he left Longxi, it would give him such a big blow.
It turns out that the Huang family is so small, and his third master is just a piece of shit in the eyes of others.
Wu Qiming closed his eyes and did not reply, but Wu Hongdao next to him explained: "Yuan Minghong, the head of the Yuan family in Kyoto, is a seventh-level Xiantian realm expert and a strong person on the human list!"
Ranked among the strongest, Huang Laosan's eyes flashed with solemnity, can Mr. Wu do it?
It should be possible. Master Wu is a master-level expert. No matter how powerful the person on the list is, he is still innate. He is definitely not Wu’s opponent. Huang Laosan breathed a sigh of relief.
However, as soon as this breath was released, the momentum in the distance suddenly increased, and the air suddenly became stagnant.
"Rat! If you bully me, a girl from the Yuan family, if Yuan doesn't kill an unknown person, please give me your name!"
"ridiculous!"
After the words fell, Wu Liang jumped straight down from the top of the mountain. A roar came from the mountain stream, and several huge cracks appeared on the hard mountain rocks.
Wu Liang's legs were stuck deep in the gravel, but the sneakers under his feet were not damaged at all.
With a look of disdain on his face, Wu Liang looked at the aura that dared not approach him, feeling disappointed in his heart.
It turned out to be this kind of waste. Although Blood Jade Peak has opened the grand formation again, if a strong person does not have the courage to move forward in a battle, no matter how strong he is, he will not be worthy of Wu Liang's respect.
"If you, a loser like you, dare to covet the Blood Jade Peak, I will kill you today!"
The words were heard in the distance along with Wu Liang's sound of breaking through the air. The aura in the distance stagnated slightly, and then shot towards Wu Liang mixed with monstrous rage.
"kill!"
The two men shouted loudly at the same time, which was deafening, and the expressions of everyone at the foot of the mountain changed drastically.
Wu Qiming hesitated for a while and then defended himself in front of Yuan Qingzhu, but his expression was no longer as kind as before. The old ghost of the Yuan family was so rude. Luoyang was where their Wu family was, so even if the old ghost wanted to take action, he should
The Wu family said hello.
But now this old ghost relies on his own strength to start a war in Luoyang without even saying hello. The Wu family has no face left.
After today, the Wu family will definitely seek an explanation from the Yuan family!
It's just a way of saying that the thousand-year-old family has lost all face, which is sad.
…
When the two of them met, it was a decisive blow. Yuan Minghong came with a sword, and his momentum was like a rainbow. The long sword struck from a distance, and the energy of the sword overflowed. In an instant, Wu Liang's coarse short sleeves had several cracks.
Wu Liang didn't care at all and punched the oncoming long knife.
Keng!
The fist connected with the sharp blade, and there was a loud metal collision sound.
Yuan Minghong's face changed slightly, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he said coldly: "If you don't train your Qi if you train your body, you will be useless no matter how strong you are!"
"Then try it!"
Wu Liang's eyes were cold, and he punched again, and a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared on the long knife.
Yuan Minghong's expression finally became serious. Even if he doesn't practice Qi, being able to practice Qi to this level should not be underestimated.
Keng! Keng! Keng!
After three punches in a row, Yuan Minghong didn't even have time to put away the sword. A huge crack appeared on the long sword that had been passed down for nearly a hundred years.
The tiger's mouth is already bleeding profusely, but the old and powerful hands are trembling at this moment. It is terrifying to practice to such a state!
"Stop, who are you?"
Before Yuan Minghong finished speaking, Wu Liang punched again, and with a click, the long knife broke into two pieces.
"impossible!"
Yuan Minghong's pupils shrank greatly, and he broke the long sword he had cultivated for nearly a hundred years with his bare hands. The opponent's strength was almost invincible!
escape!
It is impossible for someone who has reached the seventh level of Xiantian not to be able to see the situation clearly. Yuan Minghong didn't even say a harsh word, turned around and ran away.
Wu Liang sneered, no one would survive if they dare to take advantage of Xue Yufeng!
Blood Jade Peak, a thousand-year forbidden land, where there is no way in or out!
With a flicker of his body, he suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Minghong. Yuan Minghong's expression changed drastically, and the aura he had before dragging the knife was extinguished with a bang.
"Rare..."
Yuan Minghong's pupils slowly dilated, and there was only a lightning-fast fist in his eyes.
There was a numbness in his chest. Yuan Minghong looked down in disbelief. Through the hole as big as his fist, he saw the long knife that had been dropped behind him just falling to the ground.
The sound of clanking on the ground gradually became quieter, and Yuan Minghong's thoughts fell into darkness and he fell to the ground with a crash, his long snow-white hair covered with messy gravel.
There is no passion, no three days and three nights of battle, and no beauty of a serious injury and counterattack.
With just one punch, the seventh-level innate strongman who was famous in Kyoto and had great power fell into the barren mountains.
Yuan Minghong, who was extremely popular on the stage, even Wu Liang was defeated by Wu Liang's punch. The myth was shattered, and the martial arts was finally defeated by the immortal way.
Wu Liangliang, who beheaded Yuan Minghong, acted as if nothing had happened. He gently bent down and picked up the long knife from the ground, with a trace of sarcasm on his face.
Thousands of years of meteorite iron was a small gain, but it was left to be buried with this waste.
The long knife that was broken into half was more than one meter long. Wu Liang dragged it on the ground casually. Sparks filled the air again and the figure gradually disappeared.
No one could have imagined that in just a short moment, the owner of the drag knife had been replaced by Wu Liang.
"grandfather……"
The cry of the cuckoo was as sad as blood, accompanied by the executioner in coarse linen clothes dragging his knife gradually away.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain was covered in ice. Wu Qiming's hands were shaking slightly. Yuan Minghong was dead!