The strong can do whatever they want, and the weak can only watch helplessly as the strong act unscrupulously!
After all, the rules of the strong are their own standards, and they have the final interpretation. The weak can only be careful and follow the rules set by the strong without exceeding them in the slightest.
Even the slightest deviation is an unpardonable sin and will be punished by God.
This powerful barbarian just made a move from a distance and easily broke through a few killing moves, causing Xun Shaoyu's killing attempt to fail. But Xun Shaoyu was not allowed to complain at all, otherwise he would be seeking his own death.
This is the difference between weak and strong. The strong occupy the "reason", while the weak follow the "reason".
Xun Shaoyu held the knife and looked into the distance, looking at the palm with cold eyes.
Hu Yanming's blood aroused excitement, and his bloodline body gradually became rounded. One arm sprang out from between the two ribs. The eight arms were all covered with fine black scales, like snake scales, with a cold and cold aura, almost like a hunter's.
Such indifference.
"hiss!"
"Hiss!!"
Hu Yanming's tongue is like a snake's letter, separated into small twigs, with a black-red tongue coating and a little black mist.
"Xun's son, you can't kill me!"
"...You can't kill me!!"
Hu Yanming's vocal cords seemed to have thousands of saw teeth working back and forth.
After the barbarian bloodline became complete and he became a pure-blooded barbarian, a series of true bloodline patterns emerged on his body. Each bloodline carries a desolate energy of the primitive times.
"Array up!"
"Prepare for war!"
Xun Shaoyu looked at the rampant Hu Yanming indifferently, and issued military orders sternly.
It can be seen that this barbarian powerful man is not without any taboos. At least that powerful man seemed to have the ability to change the situation when he took action, and his power was extremely terrifying, but the [Black Wing] cavalry suffered few casualties.
However, this is not the reason why Xun Shaoyu did nothing and watched this powerful man act wantonly.
Once he retreats without fighting, he can definitely save himself. But this will make the princes and ministers of Lu State think of this young master who fled without fighting.
At least, this reputation of cowardice and incompetence must be placed on his head.
And he, Xun Shaoyu, can only be an idler with no power or position from now on.
boom--
[Black Wings] The cavalry are arrayed like a mountain, and the blood demon condenses the true form of the ferocious beast. The black tiger looks at the big hand with its teeth and claws open, and its tiger face is full of eagerness to try.
"senior,"
Xun Shaoyu took a few steps forward of the black dragon colt and said loudly: "I am Xun Shaoyu, the official of Tangyi in the state of Lu!"
This Nancai is Tangyi, because there is only this large city in Nancai within 300 miles. Therefore, the official title of Xun Shaoyu in the Lu Kingdom is Tangyi Dafu.
"...The fourteenth son of Hou, Young Master Shaoyu is also the one!"
Xun Shaoyu's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of confidence.
Facing this powerful barbarian, Xun Shaoyu was certainly in awe. The path of this powerful person was lofty and far-reaching.
But if you want Xun Shaoyu to be trembling and humble, it is absolutely impossible.
"Huh……"
Vaguely, Xun Shaoyu seemed to hear a chuckle.
This big hand slowly retracted, letting the turmoil and noise of this week gradually dissipate, and everything seemed to be peaceful.
From the beginning to the end, this man of great ability only glanced at Xun Shaoyu, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at an ant floating in the dust. He came quietly and left quietly.
Only Xun Shaoyu looked at the blue sky and whispered sadly: "Are you leaving?"
…………
Barren mountains, withered life!
A hundred-foot-long giant slowly retracted his palm. This palm spanned thousands of miles, and its magical power was extremely terrifying.
A faint red light swayed in his palm, but when he squeezed his palm slightly, the red light immediately shattered and disappeared.
"Xunshi!"
"The Xun family of Lu State!"
The hundred-foot giant frowned, looking in the direction of Kyushu, and remained silent for a long time.
He came from an extraordinary bloodline, and was a descendant of the Eighty-one Barbarian Kings, and was one of the nobles. Therefore, he was far more fearful of the ancient Kyushu than the average person.
Today's era no longer belongs to ancient races like them.
The human race is the protagonist of this era.
The human race flourished in Kyushu, and Kyushu prospered from the human race!
Because since the great rise of the human race, the majestic power of the three ancient emperors, five emperors, and seventy-two human kings has suppressed countless people who have attained enlightenment, and caused countless powerful people to stain their clothes with blood and fall into the dust.
Because most of these human heroes rose from Kyushu and took Kyushu as their foundation.
Therefore, for hundreds of thousands of years since ancient times, ancient Kyushu has been a splendid place with brilliant people, great talents, and great fortune. It can be called the ancestral land of the human race.
It is precisely because of the extraordinary significance of Kyushu to the human race that this hundred-foot giant is so taboo.
After all, although he has great magical power, he is still far away from the "fruit of immortality".
Moreover, even a powerful person with a perfect [Tao Fruit] level would never think of doing whatever he wants in ancient Jiuzhou.
It was precisely because of his concerns that he stopped paying attention to him after helping him from afar.
"well……"
The hundred-foot-long giant sighed quietly: "My clan is in such decline, and I don't know when we will have a chance to prosper again."
"Now, I, the direct descendant of the king, have to be wary of even a small human race prince. It's really boring... boring!"
The hundred-foot-long giant stood up and shook off pieces of stone skin. The dust fell like a hurricane: "If it weren't for being ordered to look after the tribe, I really don't want to get involved in such a thankless job!"
"Yeah...if it's not a certain family's turn, a certain family doesn't want to take care of it...this is really boring!"
A long and long sigh suddenly sounded from beside the hundred-foot giant.
The Baizhang giant's eyebrows jumped and he looked beside him with a solemn expression.
With the magical power of the Baizhang Giant, he is also a well-known existence among the barbarians. But it is so easy for people to get close to him ten feet away without even noticing, which makes the Baizhang Giant a bit scary.
A year old man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a burly body and a hint of coldness, looked at the hundred-foot giant indifferently.
The Baizhang Giant's heart sank slightly and he said, "I don't know why you are here, brother?"
The young man in front of me seems to have rough hands and feet, and a clumsy figure. His simple and honest face makes people less cautious.
But how can he be a simple person if he can get within ten feet of a giant?
This is a profound state of great skill and clumsiness, and great sound and sound.
Gangge said indifferently: "I, Gangge of the human race!"
He opened his palms, and a golden treasure scroll was suspended in the air, saying: "As for why I came here, I think you know it well. Kyushu prohibits heavenly beings from coming to the world, this is the emperor's golden edict!"
"You have violated the Jin Gao's words without permission, and have been punished by heaven, so you have nothing to pray for?"
Gang Ge said calmly,
The golden scroll in his hand seems to be emitting a hazy golden light, and the golden light is separated and combined one by one with divine seal words.
…………
The yellow sand is flying and the wind is getting stronger!
"Roar--"
Hu Yanming made great progress in cultivation, refined his bloodline true body, and danced with his eight arms. Relying on his reborn body, he fought his way out of the heavy siege of the [Black Wings] cavalry.
[Black Wings] Although the cavalry is depressed, the swarm of more than a thousand cavalry can still make this barbarian leader with a strong body scramble for a while.
However, it is rare for a barbarian to reach the level of barbarian body in a thousand years, and his military force can be said to be unparalleled for a while.
When Hu Yanming first entered the realm of Dacheng, he only had an eight-armed true body, and without any time to adjust, he could not exert the strength that the eight-armed body should have.
However, with this physical body, Hu Yanming's power is enough to dominate for a while.
This is a true Grandmaster level, extremely vigorous. Even if you are covered in stab wounds and arrow marks, as long as you don't damage your own fundamentals, you can recover in a matter of seconds.
Xun Shaoyu slowly drew his sword: "It seems that he is really gone!"
The existence of that powerful person felt like a lump in his throat, but he had to face it.
"Hu Yanming will die today..."
He spoke lightly, and You Jing felt a faint cold chill.
Xun Shaoyu would never do the stupid thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain.
Moreover, as Huyan Mingzhen reached the great state of barbarism, his threat level skyrocketed, and he was even included in Xun Shaoyu's must-kill list.
There is a huge difference between a true grandmaster level and a barbarian who only has the combat power of a grandmaster.
Hu Yanming's eight arms came out in unison, possessing the power to overturn rivers and oceans. Waves of air swept over and slapped him, causing each of the cavalry to vomit blood and fly away.
The air around Zai was almost solid, and Hu Yanming was bombarding him with his fists, creating numerous waves and shattering all obstacles.
At this time, Xun Shaoyu held the sword, his steps were slow and slow, the light of the sword was flowing, the blade of the sword could not stop vibrating, and it turned into a galaxy falling across the sky.
"How can the eight pillars be used? Why should the southeast suffer?"
He muttered in a low voice, as if eight pillars of heaven appeared around Xun Shaoyu, suppressing the eight phases in all directions, and a ray of cold light struck across the southeast.
Hu Yanming's eight-armed seals and various sacrificial techniques can be described as treacherous and unpredictable in his hands. He can be extremely vicious and cruel at the moment, but with a trace of upright and masculine spirit.
Xun Shaoyu can divide rivers with one sword, and his hand Youjing is a semi-treasure weapon, a sword-wielding weapon for killing people.
In Xun Shaoyu's hands, he almost had the astonishing ability of a complete treasure weapon.
boom--
He slashed out with his sword, and the shadow of the Eight Directions Heavenly Pillar moved slightly.
Hu Yanming's eyes were as hot as fire and he roared: "Come on..."
The barbarians, whose cultivation is based on bloodline, regard the skills and magical powers of humans and monsters as if they were worn out shoes, and do not pay any attention to them.
What the barbarians rely on is their innate talents and a little bit of experience and instinct for fighting in bloody battles.
Hu Yanming punched the sword towards the light, with a hint of madness on his face.
boom--
Hu Yanming's legs landed on the ground, and they stepped a few feet into the ground. Some fine cracks appeared around the edges.
Two thick legs sunk deeply into the ground, and thin beads of sweat hung on the bridge of his nose.
"Good knife!"
Hu Yanming's palms trembled slightly, and he let out a long whistle. He unconsciously clenched his palms slightly, and a shocking trace of blood stained his fingertips.
Xun Shaoyu's sword was not so easy to take.
The sharp-edged Youjing, coupled with Xun Shaoyu, a half-step master, even Hu Yanming found it difficult.
"I said that you will definitely die today, and no one can save you."
Xun Shaoyu held his sword in front of him and said softly.
"What's the point of eight pillars?"
“What’s the loss to Southeast?”
He murmured to himself, and the sword in his hand became more and more clanging.
"Nine Questions of the Heavenly Sword", this sword technique, in the hands of Xun Shaoyu, has blossomed with the brilliance of its predecessors.
One question to the heavens will shatter thousands of bonds!
The competition between the two masters was accompanied by wind and thunder, roaring continuously, and every punch and kick was full of divine power.
The two men are so strong in force that they can fight and flee at the same time.
Xun Shaoyu's sword and man merged into one, reaching the extreme of Hunyuan; Hu Yanming's eight-armed bloodline reduced his power to ten levels.
When the battle reached its climax, the army on the side could not intervene at all.
Xun Shaoyu's sword is like the light of the sky, while Hu Yanming is invincible with his physical body, shaking and scattering countless light of the sky.
boom--
"Move mountains,"
"Exorcism!"
Hu Yanming's blood boiled, and the extremely mysterious Zhenzhuan God was written one by one from his fingertips.
The faint shadows of the statues, reflecting the hazy white light, flocked to Xun Shaoyu's side like moths flying into the flame.
These phantoms are armored and sharp, like diseases caused by hundreds of battles.
"You're just a lonely ghost, get out!"
Xun Shaoyu scolded angrily, and the murderous intention of the ghost spirit stirred up the restlessness in his soul.
These souls were all collected by Hu Yanming using the sacrificial technique. They are necessary for practicing the sacrificial technique.
Moreover, these souls have been transformed into Yin soldiers and Yin generals through Hu Yanming's sacrifice, which is a ghost way supernatural power.
But Xun Shaoyu's sword shot into the sky, his energy and blood were so surging, and he shouted angrily, mixed with a fierce and vigorous yang, and beat the souls who had initially revealed their ghost bodies to pieces.
In Xun Shaoyu's eyes, the two magical powers of moving mountains and exorcising gods can only serve as a meager obstacle, and they are not even qualified to let him stay for a while.
Several hills were torn apart, and Xun Shaoyu's figure suddenly advanced, as if dozens of people were being struck by a hundred swords.
Dozens of sword rays flickered, Xun Shaoyu dragged the sword and flicked it, and there was a murderous intent.
Hu Yanming used ancient boxing techniques, with his eight arms coordinated as one, and fired a thousand punches in a row with a wonderful trajectory.
The eight arms were unparalleled, and countless punch waves flooded him, making Xun Shaoyu almost among the hurricane waves of fists.
Zheng——
Zheng——
Xun Shaoyu stroked the blade with his index finger, flicked it slightly, and the blade clanked violently.
"I have a sword that can kill all ghosts and gods and destroy all evil spirits!"
Xun Shaoyu's face was full of evil energy, and his body had nowhere to rely on the fist waves. He could only follow the air waves, and his body could not move on its own.
But in front of his sword, a trace of silvery color passed across the blade, and the crystal light of the sword was extremely bright and flawless.
He turned his body into a sword, which cut through the wind and waves three thousand feet, turned into a bright light, and rushed directly towards Hu Yanming.
Huyan Mingchu became the real body of the bloodline, but on a whim, he also sensed the approaching crisis.
"No……"
Hu Yanming had no time to react. This sword was so bright that it exceeded the imagination of a grandmaster. At least a sword worthy of a grandmaster appeared in Xun Shaoyu's hand.
Hu Yanming's whole body was stiff. Under the pressure of this huge murderous intention, his mind went blank for an instant.
Almost like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he could only passively accept the sudden coming of this knife.
There seemed to be countless cool breezes blowing through his body, bringing with it a gentle feeling, making him feel the coolness slowly rising and disappearing.
The last thing he could see with his eyes was the calm scene of Xun Shaoyu slowly sheathing his sword, and the whole world was completely silent.