Chapter 343 The Hundred-step Flying Sword and the Hundred-step Flying Arrow! (Second update)
Seven Kills Palace, Black Mountain Old Demon...
After seeing this piece of information, the first thought that came to Yang Yu's mind was that 'Ma Long Tu' was seeking death.
The Seven Kills Shrine is the secret sect of the Sirius Dynasty. Its reputation may not be as good as Xuankong Mountain, Lanke Temple, Zhujian Villa, and Xuanjian Terrace, but it is also a famous sect in the world.
What is particularly terrifying is that this Seven Kills Shrine is a single lineage, and it will not accept disciples until the end of its life.
Therefore, after eight hundred years of inheritance, there are only six people in the Seven Kills Palace!
The current Master of the Seven Kills Palace is the sixth-generation Black Mountain Old Demon, and the strongest in history. He was promoted to the Martial Saint decades ago, and together with Tantai Mie, he is known as the Double Master of the Golden Tent.
Although Malong Tu is ranked seventh on the mountain and river list, what chance does he have of winning?
The so-called Shanhe List is just a list circulated in the martial arts world. It is said to record the thirty strongest people in the contemporary martial arts world under the Martial Saint.
However, this list does not have much credibility and is far inferior to Xuankong Mountain’s ‘Magical Skills and Secret Skills List’.
Because this mountain and river list only records the masters of martial arts from various countries. Great masters from the imperial court such as Wei Zhengxian and Qiu Fengwu are not included at all.
Therefore, this piece of information seems very unexpected.
The Shanhe Ranking may not be very reliable, but if Ma Longtu dares to challenge the Black Mountain Old Demon, he must be a master at the Grand Master level. There is no reason for such a person to seek death.
some of……
"Sir, this is the black stone you want."
While Yang Yu was reading the newspaper in his residence, the store clerk left and returned, followed by several strong men carrying a large number of linen bags.
After saying this, the guy looked at the black dog as big as a calf with fear on his face. He had never seen a dog before, but he had never seen one so big.
"let it go."
Yang Yu closed the newspaper, took out a banknote and handed it to the shop assistant.
He has never stopped on the road of smelting black stones. Everywhere he goes, he will buy a batch. They are no less scarce than elixirs. There is no shortage of black stones everywhere.
The practice of melting gold and refining the body is also a hard work. It took more than ten or twenty years to smelt hundreds of black iron into the body at Jilong Mountain before it was completed.
In these days, he has smelted quite a lot of black stones, but the magnetic force can be said to be very small, although it can affect iron tools within a few feet to a certain extent.
But it is not easy to "take the sword with bare hands". There is still a long way to go before he expects a long roar and a whole city of swords to rise into the sky.
"Thank you sir."
The store clerk smiled and took the banknote, returned it, and directed a few strong men to put it down.
"Black stone smelting."
Yang Yu thought to himself, his right hand kept turning several iron eggs, but if you look closely, you will find that he did not exert any force at all, and these iron eggs were turning by themselves.
call!
At a certain moment, Yang Yu seemed to realize something. He raised his eyes and saw a familiar figure appearing on the third floor of the restaurant opposite.
She is dressed in white, has a graceful figure, black hair reaching her waist, and her delicate facial features are distinctive because of anger. She is none other than Yu Lingxian.
The two looked at each other through the window, their eyes cold.
"How long will you continue to follow?"
Yu Lingxian snorted softly. The distance of more than ten feet could not block the communication between the two, and it would not even be heard by outsiders.
She couldn't help but be angry.
The little thief opposite who stole her red-eyed white crane used some method that was better than Yu Fengxian's nose. He had been pestering him for nearly a month.
In one month, all the strongholds he set up were destroyed!
It's not like she hasn't thought about counterattack, but this man is not only physically powerful, but also has excellent swordsmanship and lightness skills. Not only that, he also has extremely terrifying archery skills.
Cooperating with him to snatch the red-eyed white crane from him, he was ambushed and killed several times...
"Yang was less than 20 this year. If he maintains his health properly, it is not difficult to live to 150."
Prisoner Yang turned the iron egg with his hand and said calmly:
"The saint is tired, and if she runs for another hundred and twenty years, she will be almost there."
Nearly a month has passed since the Pingdu Mountain Fantasy Land ended. During these days, he followed Yu Lingxian all the way, greatly replenishing his withered wallet and bottomed out pills.
The information, medicinal materials, gold and iron beans he swallowed, black stones collected, ingredients, etc. he purchased in the past few days all came from this.
The only pity is that most of the elixirs produced by the Lisheng Sect are refined using evil methods, and not many of them are useful.
Fortunately, the big black dog is not picky about food, and has become more and more powerful these days. Once its energy and blood are stimulated, it can reach six feet high at the shoulders, enough to tear apart tigers and leopards.
Click!
Yu Lingxian almost gritted his teeth:
"You have to tell me a few times to understand that your old man is really, really, really lost!"
"I know."
Listening to Feng Qingyundan's response, Yu Lingxian clenched her hands angrily, her eyes burning:
"Knowing that you are still chasing me?"
"If you lose it, you have to find it."
Yang Prison took a sip of wine and said with a cold attitude:
"Otherwise, I will pursue you!"
Yu Lingxian did not lie. Yang Yu knew this very well. However, it was precisely because of this that he pursued this woman.
The Liansheng Cult was deeply cultivated among the people, and when it became popular, it almost spread to villages where even the imperial law could not reach. If you are looking for people, there is no one more suitable than them.
At least, it's countless times faster than him alone.
"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?!"
Yu Lingxian took a deep breath, she really couldn't bear it anymore.
First, she was chased by Yu Fengxian for nearly a year, and finally got rid of her. Then came Yang Beheading, who was even more ruthless. Although she thought she was still calm, her hair almost exploded.
What a bully!
"You can give it a try."
Yang Yu dropped his cup and smiled:
"I have plenty of time to play slowly with you."
"Yang prison!"
Yu Lingxian couldn't help but hold on to the long sword, but immediately let go of it. In the restaurant opposite, Yang Yu seemed to be aware of it. He lowered his eyes and saw the end of the long street, where the city gate was.
Someone came slowly.
He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his majestic face was full of wind and frost. His sleeves were empty, and he had nothing on his body, except for a long sword wrapped in a strip of cloth and carried on his back.
As he stepped forward, an extremely sharp sword intent filled the air, which was even more bone-piercing than the cold wind in mid-winter.
Everyone inside and outside the long street was aware of the unusual atmosphere. Without anyone's reminder, they retreated and just watched the battle from a distance.
Yang Yu felt his heart heat up, and in the Cauldron of Gluttony, the Long Yuan Sword began to beat again, this time much stronger than when he met Qin Jinfeng before.
"This person..."
Yang Yun's heart moved, and he immediately frowned. The Long Yuan Sword jumped once and then calmed down again.
Such a master of swordsmanship is not even recognized?!
Touching his chest gently, Yang Yu was speechless for a moment.
In order to be promoted to Kuixing, he had to complete three major rituals. At first, he thought it was the ritual of Long Yuan killing the ghost sword, which seemed to be the simplest.
At this point, it seems that this is not the case at all.
This middle-aged swordsman's aura is extremely strong, perhaps not as good as Wei Zhengxian, but still more powerful than Xiao Zhan, and he is probably a master-level swordsman.
However, he still couldn't get the recognition of Long Yuanjian...
"The great swordsman of the sea."
Seeing Yang Yu frowning and saying nothing, Yu Lingxian's mood immediately improved, as if an iceberg was thawing, and a smile emerged:
"Young man, you are in trouble!"
Having said that, he backed away from the window. After a while, his breath disappeared on the long street and went far away.
"Finally, I caught up with you."
At the end of the long street, Canghai slowly exhaled turbid air and looked rather unkind.
When Dushan was leveled, due to the presence of Wei Zhengxian and another person lurking in the dark, he was unable to take advantage of the opportunity and wanted to catch up later.
Who would have thought that this beast rode away on the red-eyed white crane and never showed up again, so that he chased it for nearly a month, and three or four of the dragons and horses were killed.
While speaking, he took off the sword wrapped in cloth behind him and slowly opened it. It was clearly visible that it had no sheath or handle, but it radiated an edge that could not be ignored.
"The Hundred-Step Flying Sword of Qixuanmen."
Yang Yu felt a familiar aura, and then he remembered what Qiu Zhanyu had mentioned before, about the master who was suspected of coming back to kill him.
but……
"It stands to reason that since you have come all the way to die, Yang should satisfy you no matter what. Unfortunately, Yang has other important matters and cannot send you on your last journey..."
boom!
The wind suddenly rose.
All the drinkers in the seat were shocked and looked sideways. They saw Yang Yu's figure like lightning. He picked up the cloth bag containing the black stone with one hand and the back of the big black dog with the other hand and jumped out of the window.
"Want to escape?!"
Cang Hai's expression darkened, but he also became violent. He exerted force with one step and jumped several feet. While using the force several times, he let out a light scolding sound:
"cut!"
laugh!
The sword edge is faster than the sound wave!
Almost the moment he stepped out of the restaurant, Yang Yu felt a chill down his spine, and his blood burst out. He stepped on the wind and changed his body shape to avoid the direct sword light.
"What a fast sword!"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he saw that the handleless flying sword pulled back on its own, pulling out the sword shadow all over the sky and exploding with energy. Amidst the exclamations of shock from everyone inside and outside the long street, it shot away again.
Its speed is so fast that it makes people's eyes dizzy, and it is not straight forward, but like a very skilled swordsman, using various sword moves.
boom!
Once he fell, he almost trampled the restaurant over. Yang Yu used the force and jumped up several feet again. At the same time, a crane sounded in the sky.
"Don't even think about it!"
The sea shouted loudly and followed step by step.
The Hundred Steps Flying Sword, as the name suggests, has a limit of one hundred steps. It is absolutely impossible to kill someone thousands of miles away, so he must get within a hundred steps of Yang Yu.
While chasing after him urgently, he changed his fingers and kept pinching, urging him to fire again!
Zhengzhengzheng!
The sound of the sword resounded through the long street, and a flying sword shot out, shooting out the shadow of the sword all over the sky, and slashing towards Yang Prison like it covered the sky and the sun.
Canghai was so powerful with this sword that he never believed that anyone could completely avoid it.
However, the next moment, bursts of thunder rang in his ears.
"Um?!"
His heart was shocked. He looked up and saw a white crane swooping down. A man in black robes above him bent his bow and set an arrow. He aimed the arrow at his sword and shot at him at the same time!
Accompanied by an angry shout and the sounds of gold and iron, Yang Yu stepped on the wind and rose a few feet again, landing on the back of the crane. He snatched the Four-Elephant Bow from the living dead with one hand.
In less than an instant, four arrows fell simultaneously.