Chapter 167 The most powerful, the most powerful, the power of the Martial Saint!
In front of me, the setting sun is like blood, the flag is flying in front of me, and between my mouth and nose, there is an extremely strong aura of iron-blooded killing.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu felt that his heart and blood were getting hot.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he was standing on a huge chariot. Among the soldiers waiting in full formation was Wu Zhilong, a famous general from Dali.
Further away, there were dozens of generals guarding the Chinese army.
Where he was at this time, he was in the middle of the Great Li Army. On that side, a banner with the word "武" was printed on it, fluttering in the wind.
Today, he is the vanguard of Dali's left wing and the leader of Wu Zhilong's tent.
"This is just to see what is served..."
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
When a general goes into battle, he or she will set up a flag behind or beside him, which is called the "big flag". This is the gathering point for the morale of the whole army. If the flag does not fall, the morale of the army will remain.
Therefore, those who fight against beetles must be able to ride horses to kill the enemy, and also be able to carry and protect the flag. They themselves must have strong military force.
Faintly, Yang Yupin came up with something.
The identity that enters this fantasy land of Liuji Mountain is random and uncertain, but at the same time, there are also contrasts.
Although he had some martial arts skills when he first entered, it was too insignificant on this battlefield. No matter how many times he came in, he would not be able to randomly obtain any important identity.
In other words, the identity you enter also represents this illusion's judgment of your own strength.
"If that's the case, wouldn't I have the opportunity to directly 'replace' Wu Zhilong in fighting the King of Zhao of the West Prefecture?"
Yang Yu's eyes brightened slightly, and he was a little moved.
boom!
Rumble!
The ground shook and the horses' hooves thundered.
Accompanied by a long-lasting roar, Zhuifeng Chiyunma jumped out of the shadows. Under the cape like flames, there was the man who made the two hundred thousand troops tremble.
Black Armor Elite Cavalry, charge!
"kill!"
I don't know how many miles away, Yang Yu could feel the murderous intent reaching his eyebrows. That phoenix-winged gold-plated rod pointed directly at the Chinese army's tent!
The increase in his five senses allowed Yang Yu to feel the terror of the Black Armor Jingqi more vividly.
Especially under the leadership of that man.
In the shadows, eight thousand black armors moved astride the horses, their movements uniform, like a divine arrow shot from a bow by a god, with a devastating edge.
The overwhelming rain of arrows was cut through, penetrating the battle formation of the Dali Pioneer Army, and severely damaging the morale of the Dali Army with unrivaled power.
Yang Yu saw thousands of arrows being fired, and he saw the generals charging forward one by one, and then flying backwards at a faster speed. The phoenix-winged gold-plated sword was so terrifying that it had no edge.
Every time he waved, large swathes of soldiers were thrown away like thatch, looking down at them!
Zhang Xuanba's terror lies not only in himself, but also in the eight thousand mysterious knights behind him. Although these elite knights he has cultivated personally have not yet reached their peak.
But the first appearance of the towering force has already caused an uproar in the army of Dali.
Rout!
Facing that terrifying demon-like figure, even though there were many elites in the Great Li Army, they all looked dim and dull after being penetrated time and time again.
There are already signs of collapse!
On the chariot, Yang Yu's fingers holding the long knife moved unconsciously, but he was still suppressing it and waiting.
He has seen this scene too many times and naturally knows when is the best time for him to take action.
Boom!
The winding dragon that was winding hundreds of feet swept up countless soldiers and soared into the sky.
Wu Zhilong looked indifferent, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard screams and screams.
"The great banner, the great banner has fallen!"
What?!
All the generals from Da Li, including Wu Zhilong, turned around and saw a figure rising from the ground. With a kick, a large banner shot out like a sharp arrow.
Then, the figure moved across the wind, showing amazing attainments in Qinggong.
While in the air, he changed directions several times and caught up with the shooting banner. Once again, he used his strength to rush out a hundred feet away, setting off a cold sword light.
He slashed at the terrifying man who looked like a god and demon under the flaming cape.
The internal energy is suffocating, the strong wind is surging, and the sword light is extremely sharp!
"oh?"
With one move, Zhang Xuanba cleared a hundred feet around him. Zhang Xuanba raised his head indifferently. At this moment, Yang Yu even caught the flash of lightning in his eyes as dark as the sea.
Then, the five fingers of his left hand that fell by his side flickered, blooming like a lotus, and then closed on their own.
Just a grab and a shot, such a small movement, brought Yang Yu an unparalleled shock.
His eyesight was excellent and he could see clearly. He could only grasp and take a picture, and the space of several feet in radius seemed to be caught in the palm of his hand, emitting bursts of thunder-like explosions.
Immediately, the white fist seal, which seemed to catch all the wind in the sky into the palm, was punched out with a thunderous sound that resounded across the battlefield!
Rumble!
It's like thunder falling before your eyes, like a mountain falling.
And what was faster than the sonic boom was that white but heavy fist like a mountain.
Poof!
This is the sound of the sword being shattered.
The moment the fists and knives met, Yang Yu finally realized what it means to be supreme and strong, and what it means to be incomparable!
In just a moment, his ultimate blow was shattered like a bubble.
Then, his right hand was cracked inch by inch, all the way to his arm and shoulder. When the thunder resounded, his whole body was flying like thatch.
Unstoppable.
Indestructible.
In mid-air, blood was spurting out from all over Yang Yu's body, from his seven orifices to even the smallest pores. The power contained in this punch was so strong that it almost shook out all the blood in his body!
In his ears, he could even hear the unbearable wailing sounds coming from his skin, muscles, bones, and even organs.
This was horror like he had never seen before!
The light of the sword, the strong wind, and the horizontal training were all as fragile as a piece of paper under this punch.
laugh!
This is the sound of a large banner being inserted deep into the ground.
Plop!
This is the sound of a heavy landing.
The battlefield seemed to fall into dead silence for a moment.
"Is this the Martial Saint..."
In the pool of blood and mud, Yang Yu stood up and did not fall. Half of his body had disappeared, but he smiled.
"I took this punch!"
"You can't do more than three levels of merit, but you dare to swing your sword at me. There are really brave people in the army of Da Li."
As soon as Zhui Feng Chiyun was approaching, something strange flashed in Zhang Xuanba's eyes.
Then, the gold-plated phoenix wings came through the air and fell gently:
"Not bad, not bad!"
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"puff!"
Xiao Wu, who was cleaning, suddenly heard a noise. When he looked back, he saw Yang Yu vomiting out a large amount of blood mist by the iron pond.
"Master Yang?!"
Xiao Wu's heart trembled.
He vomits blood at every turn, this martial arts practice is too dangerous...
"That's it, that's it..."
After spitting out this mouthful of emotions, Yang Yu had a sudden realization that turned the clouds and revealed the sun.
In this fight, Nine Bulls and Two Tigers had not yet been promoted to the second level, but he felt the progress of this magical power, which was reflected on the outside, that is, his strength had improved again.
But this is not his biggest gain.
His greatest achievement was that he finally understood the illusion of Liuji Mountain.
This illusion is the real "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers" god species.
"Only by completely defeating King Zhao of Xifu can I truly understand the true meaning of the power of nine cows and two tigers!"
Yang Yu understood clearly in his heart, but he smiled bitterly.
Zhang Xuanba in the Liuji Mountain battlefield was not yet the famous King Zhao of Xifu, but he was already a tyrannical being in the Martial Saint level.
Even if he could challenge him again and again, it would be an extremely long process to defeat this one, right?
"Master Yang?"
Seeing Yang Yu vomiting blood and smiling bitterly, Xiao Wu approached with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine, I just figured out something."
Yang Yu was in a very good mood, but he didn't say much. After adjusting his breath a little, he closed his eyes again and entered the Cauldron of Gluttony.
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Once a person is addicted, he no longer knows how time passes.
Yang Yu once again entered the Liuji Mountain battlefield, but instead of challenging Zhang Xuanba, he pointed the finger at the other Xuanjia Jingqi.
At this time, the Xuanjia Jingqi were not the most elite soldiers in the army that Zhang Xuanba later selected from an army of millions. Although there were many strong men among them, Yang Yu was no longer what he used to be.
No longer needing the help of others, he can fight these black armored knights openly and openly, and he can even remain undefeated even if he is briefly attacked and surrounded.
Using his Qinggong, swordsmanship, and even archery skills, he even stopped the charging momentum of the Xuanjia Jingqi many times, forcing many Xuanjia generals to turn around and kill him.
There was even one time when Zhang Xuanba was forced to take action, and once again he died tragically under the gilded Phoenix Wings.
Later, his target was no longer limited to the Black Armor Jingqi, but also targeted the generals in the Great Li Army, and even the commander-in-chief Wu Zhilong.
The whole person was completely immersed in the fighting in the battle formation, with no fear of life and death. His martial arts progress could be seen with the naked eye.
However, he still couldn't take the heavy gold-plated phoenix wings.
"Is this the pinnacle of martial arts?"
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the brilliance of the many ingredients in the deep cauldron, Yang Yu looked in a trance, as if he felt like he was in another world.
"If I have a magic weapon of the same level, maybe I can hold on to a few more moves?"
Prisoner Yang let out a long breath.
The punch I received for the first time turned out to be a dead ringer, and in the many subsequent attacks, I was never able to receive the second punch...
The sharp edge of the gold-plated phoenix wings is simply irresistible. With a single slash, anything can be cut into two pieces. There is no way to compete with sword skills.
When he came back to his senses, the energy storage of the Cauldron of Gluttony was full, but he did not choose to refine the 'Nine Ox and Two Tiger Ingredients' again, but chose to leave this chance.
After more than twenty trips to Liuji Mountain, he has gained a lot, and for the time being, he cannot gain more.
"call!"
There was still darkness in the underground palace. Xiao Wu huddled in a corner and slept soundly. Yang Yu picked up the meal prepared for him and finished it, then slowly got up.
In the iron pool, Xuanying Pearl was only as big as three or two fists.
The rolling lava and molten iron could have submerged it. Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and he picked up the iron chain on the side, swinging it to tie Xuan Yingzhu.
With a casual pull, the arm-thick iron chain was pulled straight.
"Huh?"
Yang Yu's heart moved, as if he sensed something. He stepped heavily on his feet, causing the ground he stepped on to collapse, and he suddenly exerted force.
boom!
Xiao Wu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up and saw smoke billowing in front of him, and a burning red iron ball embedded deeply in the floor of the hall.