A calm voice came from the strong wind and snow, and with it the actual severe coldness came.
Under the six-door lobby, there are special plumbing facilities. Boiling hot water circulates underground day and night. The indoor temperature is pleasant. However, at this time, everyone present felt the harshness of winter.
"who?!"
Shangguantang's eyes were focused, and his figure was like lightning. Tie Feng, who was so close at hand, felt his energy hit his face. He didn't see anything, and his figure was no longer in front of his eyes.
"Yang Prison?!"
Tang Bailie, Zhao Qingchuan and others had met Yang Yu before, and everyone who had come into contact was shocked, and then ran out of the six doors.
In the cold wind, I saw a man walking through the snow from the other end of the long street. He was carrying a divine bow on his back and a long sword on his waist. His clothes were as red as fire and his aura was as heavy as a mountain.
Across the long street, everyone's eyes felt sour, as if they had been stabbed.
"This person's martial arts..."
Zhao Qingchuan's eyelids twitched.
He recognized who the person was at a glance, although in a sense, this was only the second time he had seen this person.
He still remembered the first time, when the man in front of him shot Ji Longshan with a magic bow, but at that time, he didn't care much, it was mostly Xu Wenji's plan.
His martial arts skills are not necessarily higher than his own.
But looking at it now, even if there are people in front of and behind him, there is a sudden feeling like a light on the back. Yang Yu now is like a magic sword unsheathed, showing an astonishing edge.
Not only Tang Bailie, Zhao Qingchuan, but also Shangguantang felt a sense of disbelief in their hearts when they felt the aura transmitted from them.
This kid seems to be much stronger than what was recorded in the intelligence...
Whoosh!
With his sharp edge leaking out and his mind restrained, Yang Yu walked in the wind and snow, his expression calm and his mind peaceful.
Two months have passed since the killing of Nie Wendong.
Two months is neither long nor short, but it is enough for him to digest all the surge in strength in the past.
During the days when he was driving his horse alone and away from the hustle and bustle, his mind seemed to have undergone a great baptism. In the words of the martial arts world, this was a spiritual improvement.
Spiritual improvement seems to be invisible and intangible to ordinary people, but for Yang Yu, it is different.
During the nearly one month of walking alone in the heavy snow, he had sensed this change very clearly. His five senses, and even the sixth sense of the 'mind's eye', had an astonishing change as the dust faded away and the pearls shone brightly.
At this moment, he was looking ahead, and all the small and large changes within a radius of tens of feet or even farther appeared in his mind as clearly as looking down at the palm prints.
The snow, fallen leaves, footsteps, breathing, and even everyone's heartbeat rhythm can all be heard and seen.
His expression was calm, but Shangguantang's expression was strange.
Before setting off, he naturally had detailed information about this person, but in his opinion, any famous teacher under the weak crown age, even if he was suspected of possessing magical powers, was nothing more than a giant made of sand, big and empty.
But when he saw this person walking towards him, he no longer had any contempt in his heart. This person's martial arts already had a divine purpose, and it was not just a simple accumulation.
The flesh and blood are weak and corporeal, the spirit is void, endless and infinite. After reaching the fifth level, the blood exchange is completed. At this stage, the flesh and blood can no longer grow rapidly.
Therefore, after the furnace was condensed, martial arts moved towards the spiritual will of nothingness.
But he only came into contact with this realization a few years ago. For this, he has paid decades of hard work, and this person is probably less than one-third of his age...
how come……
call!
Yang Prison stopped and looked at the thin old man:
"Shangguantang."
He holds the official positions of the two major intelligence organizations of the Six Doors and Jin Yiwei in one body. In the past two years, Yang Yu has read countless files.
The world dare not say it, but there are few masters in Qing, Yun, Baizhou and even Longyuan Daoming who cannot recognize it.
Naturally, he had an impression of Shangguan Hall.
This man is older than Fang Qidao, and he once competed with the four great divine catchers in the world. Unfortunately, he was unlucky and was defeated by one of the four great divine catchers today, Qiu Fengwu, before leaving Longyuan Dao.
But this was bad luck. His martial arts skills were extremely high, and his blue wave palm was famous not only in Baizhou, but also in Longyuandao.
When I saw it at this time, I felt a little bit happy.
Others didn't seem to think much when they saw it, but in the eyes of Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, it was completely different. They were more than 18 feet apart, but their invisible momentum was already colliding.
"You are wanted by the imperial court and yet you dare to appear openly in Qingzhou City and provoke me. You are very courageous. No wonder you dare to do such a rebellious thing!"
Shangguantang stood with his hands behind his hands, looking indifferent.
"Yang is not only brave, but his fists are also small."
Yang Yu crossed his arms, and under his robe, a two-edged sword appeared and disappeared:
"Sir Shangguan, do you want to come and give it a try?"
"good!"
The deep-set eyes burst out with astonishing light, and the moment he let out a loud shout, Shangguan Tang had already crossed the distance of eighteen feet, and his robes were fluttering.
If you say take action, take action.
His speed was so fast that even great masters such as Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan who had achieved true power could not catch his figure.
It seemed as if the airflow in the air had disappeared with his step. No matter how much it moved, the sound seemed unable to catch up.
boom!
It seemed like thunder exploded in the sky, and for a moment the air roared and air waves rolled. Shangguantang raised his hand to the sky, and then fell down. His red upper body was slapped down like a cattail leaf fan by his big hands.
With this shot, everyone inside and outside the street felt their eyes darken and their eardrums stinging.
Yang Yu, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt as if there was a giant god in front of him, raising his arms to pull down the sky, and the deep night enveloped the entire space as far as he could see.
This palm can be called ferocious, but...
"Don't take out the flower shelf. I'm not even seriously interested in your slap."
Yang Yu's eyes were cold, neither advancing nor retreating. He waited for the palm force to roll down and hit his face, then he calmly raised his palm, his five fingers flicked like a sword to cut the air, he clenched it into a fist and tilted it.
Parry.
Boom!
The two people's reaction and speed were so fast that everyone could only hear the howling wind and the roaring thunder. Before they could retreat, they saw a large amount of snow rising into the sky, which was then melted by the surging blood.
"Um?!"
Yang Yu just raised his arms and clenched his fists with five fingers to fight, but Shangguantang's eyes changed. He felt that the person in front of him was like a huge mountain that could not be shaken. Despite the force of his palms, he was still towering.
move.
boom
The long street trembled, and the two figures were separated as soon as they touched each other. The rumbling sound waves spread in all directions, kicking up large amounts of snow and silt, and cracking the bluestone floor.
What a dominating punch?!
Shock flashed through Shangguan Tang's heart, but he did not panic. One attack was ineffective, and he charged again. He stepped forward several times, causing the surrounding houses to roar.
At the same time as he stepped forward, his blood was stimulated, and the heat wave rolled in, baking the snow. With one step, ten palms were struck, and with seven steps, the palm prints were already covering the sky and the earth.
Yang Yu concentrated his attention and felt that the palm power in front of him was like a torrent, filling everything. At the same time, his ears seemed to hear the rolling waves and the roar of the sea, just like the Milky Way pouring into the ocean, rolling up endless waves.
The extremely powerful palm force came down overwhelmingly.
This palm is precisely the famous martial arts, the Blue Wave Palm. This martial arts emphasizes the flow of power like a tide, with each wave surpassing the other, overlapping one after another, and extremely fierce.
"Blue Wave Palm!"
boom!
Under the bombardment of the powerful palm force, the airflow above the long street seemed to be arbitrarily emptied.
Faced with such a palm, Yang Yu just felt a little moved. He stepped forward, instead of retreating, and squeezed into the fiercely turbulent air current.
He no longer punched, but pressed down with one arm and grasped the two-edged sword.
Then, step, bow, and draw the knife!
Zheng!
The faint chirping of mosquitoes and the chirping of knives disappeared in a flash.
Shangguantang's heart was moved, and he saw the flickering light of the sword with great keenness. There was no clanking sound in this sword, and there was no sea of rolling hobs.
But as soon as he pushed it out, wherever it passed, whether it was the air current, the strong wind, or the force of his own palm, it was cut open silently.
"So sharp?!"
Shangguantang's brows twitched as he felt the biting cold light, but he was so rich in combat experience that he was shocked but not confused. The palm prints he struck no longer went straight, but bloomed like a lotus.
The five fingers rose up, as if they were holding the wind and snow between them, and they were also holding the long knife that was so sharp that it seemed to shed blood and tears just by looking at it!
Under the four levels, warriors who are good at fists and palms are naturally inferior to warriors who hold swords. If one of the same level fights, one person holds a sword and the other is empty-handed, then there must be no such thing as empty-handed fighting.
But once Zhen Gang is achieved, it will be different.
Under the blessing of Zhen Gang, the flesh and blood body can penetrate gold and stone and resist swords. Compared with swords and weapons, hands are the most flexible and changeable 'weapons'.
Therefore, it is only possible to fight with bare hands when fighting at the same level after reaching the fourth level.
"What a strength!"
He pinched the knife with his five fingers and pressed down with his backhand. Yang Yu's expression did not move, but Shangguantang's eyelids opened again. With this press, where is the knife?
It was clearly like a dragon struggling under his palm!
Zheng!
The next moment, not only Shangguan Hall, but also the onlookers all heard a long and long sword cry like a dragon's roar.
Then, it was like a silver moon exploded!
boom!
The terrifying sword light broke through the shackles of the blade in an instant, and the cold wave surged crazily and filled the entire long street, cutting apart everything it could touch.
Air currents, true energy, dust, snowflakes...
The extreme sharpness raged across the ten-foot-long street, and even Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan were unable to capture what happened in the sudden burst of light.
Only a muffled groan was heard.
Immediately, a figure retreated violently, and another person rushed forward. Amid the blood spatter, it was clear that a severed arm fell to the ground. As it rolled, it was covered in mud.
call!
Stop violently.
A drop of cold sweat dripped, and blood and tears dripped from Shangguantang's eyes. Within three feet of his eyebrows, he opened his mouth on both sides, like a straight sword with ripples like water, unstained by blood.