Two hundred and ninetieth chapters blood is exhausted to turn dust and soil ten
The assassin, whose feet were hugged by the bandit leader, suddenly felt panic in his heart. He did not expect that the figure he regarded as an ant actually became a fatal threat to him. He raised the dagger in his hand and was about to point at him.
The bandit under him stabbed him away, and then he raised his dagger. His whole body trembled, and a tearing and whistling momentum struck towards his chest. The breath all over his body was stagnant, as if
As if frozen by the violent surge of momentum, he could not move at all. He couldn't care about the bandit hugging his feet. The assassin stared at it, and saw a dazzling golden light in front of him, as if it was destroying the world.
The breath surged towards his whole body, making him feel cold all over. He suddenly felt a breath of death, which was his breath of death. The breath around his body could not move, and his feet were blocked by the red mountains.
The thief hugged him, making him unable to move at all. He could only watch helplessly as the hissing golden light pierced his chest.
There was a loud "bang", and the Panlong stick in Zhao Kuangyin's hand hit the assassin's chest firmly. The huge impact force knocked the assassin into the wall under the window. Then "Boom"
"With a sound, the wall under the window in the inn hall was knocked down by the assassin, and a big hole appeared. The assassin was also knocked out of the inn, and those who flew out with him were also heard.
There was the bandit who hugged his feet tightly.
Ling Tianyun was shocked. The huge force of the impact just now brought up waves of dust, and the entire hall was filled with billowing flying dust and broken soil. He did not expect that Zhao Kuangyin's stick blow would be so powerful.
If he had been hit by that stick, all his internal organs would have been broken into pieces. Thinking of the power of that stick, he knew that the assassin was dead. Even the golden skin and bronze bones would be shattered to pieces under the blow of that stick.
Dust was flying everywhere, and Ma Chenghui was forcefully taken out by the assassin who knocked him out. He also flew out of the inn with the assassin's body. He couldn't care about the chaotic aura churning in his body.
He immediately stood up after letting go of his hands, with a fierce and ferocious look on his face. A few streaks of bright red blood spilled from his mouth, and his body was already covered with flying dust, and he didn't have time to check himself.
With his clothes torn to pieces, Ma Chenghui lowered his head and stared at the assassin.
At this glance, a burst of joy surged in his heart, and the redness in his eyes began to gradually become fanatical, and the melancholy sullenness in his heart was completely driven away by the sight in front of him.
His mouth squirmed, but he didn't say anything. In his eyes, apart from the ecstasy of revenge, there was also the ferocious look of unwillingness to tear apart.
"Plop", Ma Chenghui couldn't care less about the traces of blood still flowing on his body. He suddenly knelt on the ground, not caring about the dust splashing on the ground and the rolling dust. Two lines of clear tears fell from his face.
Eyes burst out of his eyes, and his eyes were instantly blurred. Looking at the gray sky and the slowly dimming sky, he grabbed the cold ground with both hands. At this time, Ma Chenghui looked extremely excited, and his eyes were filled with tears.
A trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and the clear light of revenge in his eyes gradually began to blur.
"Father, mother, my child has avenged you." Ma Chenghui shouted to the sky, his mouth began to choke because of his extremely excited expression, and his fiery eyes began to become blurry. This sky, this sky, the array
Dark clouds rolled in, overwhelming the sky and covering the small Taiping Town.
Ling Tianyun, Zhao Kuangyin and the waiter of the Taiping Inn also walked out of the hole in the wall. Ling Tianyun took a breath of cold air when he saw the assassin who was not completely dead. The assassin's situation at this time was even worse.
How can I use one word to describe it? It is simply extremely miserable.
The assassin fell on his back, with dust all over his body, especially on his chest, a shocking blood-colored hole was gushing out streams of blood. The eyeballs of his eyes also protruded outward, and his mouth was full of blood mixed with some colorful
The thing. Those were the internal organs in his belly that were smashed by the dragon. The bright red with dark blood splattered on his clothes. Coupled with the protruding eyes and the blood stains all over his body, this
The assassin at that time could simply be said to have come from the deep prison of the sea of blood.
Ling Tianyun let out a long sigh, sighing at the power of Zhao Kuangyin's blow with the stick. At the same time, he also admired the bandit who risked his life to pounce. If it hadn't been for the bandit's sudden pounce, they would have really taken the weapon at this time.
The assassin had no choice but to watch the assassin escape from the window. Not to mention the assassin's weird body skills and unfathomable light skills, even his martial arts realm was incomparable to anyone present.
The lower person, that is, the red-faced man Zhao Kuangyin can compete with him. But it is almost impossible to save his life. Unless the other party fights to the death with him, if he wants to escape, it is impossible for anyone present to save him.
He stayed.
The world is so subtle, and often some weak things that are ignored can play a huge role. The bandit who was despised by the assassin burst out with huge potential due to the deep hatred. In the end, because of the bandit's risk of death,
Pounce, achieving the power of that stick, cutting off the life of the assassin on the spot. Ling Tianyun deeply realized in his heart that when his potential explodes, he will no longer despise any weak person or force.
Any weak person or force. Otherwise, you may make the same mistake again one day in the future.
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were shining, but he didn't know what was hidden in his heart under his calm expression. He was holding the long stick stained with dripping blood in his hand, and there was no trace of anything in his plain eyes.
Feeling ripples of emotion, he looked calmly at the assassin who had been knocked away by his stick and had lost all vitality. His red face showed a hint of majesty, just like the supreme majesty of the nine-sky flying dragon looking down on the earth.
There was a faint light flowing around him and his body, like little golden dragons circling around him, but he was completely unaware of all this, not even the waiter at the shop closest to him was aware of it.
Only Ling Tianyun, who stood solemnly, could feel some of this. He also knew a little bit about the legend of the True Dragon Emperor, but he felt the golden dragon's roar faintly flowing on the red-faced man, but he couldn't yet.
It is certain that Zhao Kuangyin is the True Dragon Emperor who has been passed down for hundreds of years. Maybe it's because of the miraculous effect of the other party's martial arts, or maybe it's the light emitting from the golden dragon stick in the other party's hand.
Ling Tianyun never looked at the assassin who had lost all his vitality. The shocking face had long since disappeared from his mind. All he could see were the endless rolling dark clouds and the increasingly dark clouds.
The sky was dim. There was silence all around, and the nearby houses were silent. Not even a wisp of smoke could be seen near the night. A bad feeling flashed in his heart, and Ling Tianyun suddenly felt that his heartbeat began to speed up.
He only felt that the blood in his body began to churn, and the tumbling became more and more violent and slowly began to boil.
Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that this deserted town and this long, dead street were filled with a strange and creepy atmosphere. And he only felt that there was a kind of formidable enemy.
The current feeling was that the enemy gave him a familiar feeling. It was none other than the third Khitan prince Yelu Zongheng.
He was even more shocked. He didn't know why he thought of the third Khitan prince Yelu Zongheng, but he knew how there could be Yelu Zongheng in Wutai Mountain. But the idea in his heart became stronger and stronger. Yelu Zongheng
Zongheng will soon meet him here, and this will be the first real battle in their fateful battle.
Abandoning the messy thoughts in his heart, Ling Tianyun silently recited the mantras in the "Mahayana Heart Sutra" and forced his heart to calm down. Standing on the long street of Taiping Town, there was no one around, and the people on the bustling streets in the afternoon
The crowd seemed to evaporate all of a sudden, and only some dirt remained on the street, proving the liveliness of this remote mountain town.
A strong sense of depression suddenly spread everywhere, and Ling Tianyun looked at this long street without a soul in confusion. The residents who suddenly disappeared, as well as the merchants and hawkers who were doing business, seemed to be at the same time.
As if disappearing, how could this group of people have left so cleanly if no external force had forced him away or someone had threatened him.
Many doubts flashed through his mind, but he still calmed down and looked at the red-faced man standing with his hands behind his back. The man's breath was long and unwavering, as if everything was in his grasp. And his Yuanyue-like figure
The pavilion-like figure exudes a strong and calm atmosphere, which makes people feel heartbroken. The cold-faced waiter behind the red-faced man seems to have no fear, with an indifferent look on his face like a loyal and brave guard standing in front of Zhao Kuangyin.
behind.
"Ma Chenghui has met his benefactor and thanked him for avenging his great hatred for me. He has nothing to repay in this life. He has to work like a cow or a horse to repay his benefactor's kindness." The bandit Ma Chenghui, who had vented his grief and anger, suddenly jumped on him.
He fell in front of Zhao Kuangyin, knocked his head hard several times, and then said.
"No way, Mr. Ma, please come up quickly, Zhao doesn't dare to take the blame. You are the one who deserves the most credit for this, Zhao just did it with a little effort. How can Zhao be so virtuous to accept such a great gift from Mr. Ma? This is not to undermine Zhao.
Are you here, please get up quickly." When Zhao Kuangyin saw it, he hurriedly helped Ma Chenghui, who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a look of shame on his face. It's just that he was born with a red face, even if his face showed
I feel ashamed and no one can see it.
"Benefactor, you are a small benefactor. If the benefactor does not dislike you, I am willing to follow the benefactor in this life and serve the benefactor as the master. If you disobey, the sky will strike you with five thunders and you will not die a good death."
Ma Chenghui did not stand up because of the strong hands holding him up. A determined light flashed in his eyes, and then he said solemnly. There was a look of absolute absoluteness in his sincere eyes, which was shocking.
The oath is loud and powerful.
Zhao Kuangyin, who was holding the bandit with both hands, froze his hands in the air. He did not expect that Ma Chenghui would actually swear a poisonous oath, and he would also regard himself as his master. Although Ma Chenghui was only a small bandit leader, from his perspective
Judging from the sudden burst of substitute power, this bandit should not be underestimated. Zhao Kuangyin, who was naturally heroic by nature, couldn't help but feel overjoyed. It was a good harvest to acquire a bandit. His eyes glanced over the
The young man in Xuanyi standing quietly beside him sighed secretly in his heart. If this young man was added to his family, he would not have to worry about his great achievements. However, the path that this young man pursued seemed to be different from his own. Although there was an unspeakable loss in his heart,
But he was soon abandoned.
Ling Tianyun's eyes met Zhao Kuangyin's, and a wry smile appeared on his face. He didn't understand what the other person was thinking. But he was carrying a heavy burden. He wanted to avenge his grandfather. He knew his enemy.
The realm of martial arts is profound and unpredictable, far beyond what he can touch at this time. In terms of strength, he is eager to improve his strength, and even more eager to go further in martial arts. Since his grandfather was killed, he has been in front of his grandfather's grave.
After sitting for three days and three nights, he found his own path, which was by no means above the temple or the rivers and lakes. It was about going further in the practice of martial arts, reaching the highest level of martial arts, and even breaking through the shackles of martial arts to reach the level of
A new realm.
This is the road he wants to take. He knows that his road is long and difficult, but he will go on without hesitation.