Chapter 421 The sea of ??clouds rolled and the dragon roared in a shocking way!
Wow!
The surging river water pushed cargo ships down the river one after another, traveling along the wide and smooth river to the outside of Longyuan Daocheng.
The boats, carriages and horses that circulate back and forth are like the blood vessels of this ancient city, transporting blood to this giant city located on the plains.
So that it always maintains strong vitality.
Seeing this familiar Taoist city again after more than half a year, Zhang Longfu's heart was filled with throbbing, anxiety, anxiety, anger and other emotions.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the group did not encounter any obstruction or siege until they came to this huge moat that was ten miles wide.
It was as if they were just an ordinary caravan.
"Brother Lin?"
Lifting the curtain and looking at the huge city on the other side of the broad river, Yu Fangzhou looked solemn.
In the carriage, Lin Qitian inserted the arrows into the arrow basket one by one, and unhurriedly raised the long bow that was much taller than him:
"coming."
"Um?!"
Yu Fangzhou's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked around, he saw a small boat passing through tall cargo ships on the other side of the river, approaching alone.
There was a small boat with a black roof and a red clay stove. One person was holding the boat and the other was sitting on the deck, as if he was aware of everyone's gaze.
The man raised his glass from a distance and smiled slightly.
That is……
"Zhang Lingfeng?!"
Nanshan Ba Zheng, who came in a hurry, saw this scene, and the others were in an uproar.
"Brother Lin?"
In the Ark, while Nanshan Ba was stunned, Lin Qitian had already got off the chariot. He just waved his hands casually, and headed towards the center of the river with a big bow on his back.
A long robe moved with the wind, and he walked on the water, approaching the awning boat under the gaze of everyone.
"General, it's been a long time."
Zhang Lingfeng smiled slightly.
His figure was too bloated, and it was difficult to sit cross-legged. Although he tried his best to maintain his grace, in the eyes of outsiders, he still looked a bit ridiculous.
But Lin Qitian didn't smile.
On the contrary, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes:
"Have you unlocked the entrance?!"
It seems to be a hidden restriction. In the world, the more outstanding the martial arts talent is, the harder it is to gain the recognition of Daoguo.
On the contrary, for a magical person like Zhang Lingfeng, who has been recognized by Daoguo since childhood, his martial arts talent must be ordinary.
But there are exceptions to everything.
There are also people like Wang Muzhi who have attained the Tao Fruit and recognized their master very early and are extremely talented.
But he can be sure that Zhang Lingfeng is definitely not such a person, because twenty years ago, he personally touched his bones in Daocheng.
But this...
A hole in the entrance!
The boatman who was punting the boat couldn't help trembling, as if he had been greatly frightened, and looked at Zhang Lingfeng in shock.
What is Xuan Guan Yi Qiao?
This is the pinnacle of martial arts that martial arts warriors long for throughout their lives, the most powerful state where spirit, energy and spirit blend into one!
There are tens of thousands of Longyuan Dao warriors, but among them, there are not even ten who can set foot in this realm in a hundred years!
This prince, who is said to have only Taoist talent and no martial arts talent, actually broke through this level without making a sound?!
Who can believe that a person who has no martial arts talent, has been banned for many years, and even has no experience in fighting with others.
He was able to go through eight blood exchanges in just twenty years, and he passed through the True Gang, the Furnace, the Hundred Scriptures, the Hundred Apertures, and the Mysterious Pass, and became a great master.
This is not normal at all!
"After all, I can't hide it from the general."
Zhang Lingfeng's smile seemed to fade a bit after being seen through at a glance.
"Twenty years ago, it seems that you only had five blood transfusions?"
Lin Qitian stood on the waves. It was clear that he was empty and powerless, but he had a heavy momentum of the unity of heaven and man, and the towering mountains:
"Judge Daoguo?!"
He seemed to be asking, but his tone was full of determination.
"good."
Zhang Lingfeng nodded and admitted: "My nephew does not have the talent of a general. His achievements today have nothing to do with his own efforts."
"Martial arts was born only three thousand years ago. Is the judge's Dao fruit really related to the harmony of martial arts?"
Lin Qitian sighed.
This was something he didn't even expect.
"The judge is the judge of life and death. The lifespan and energy can be increased or decreased. It's just a little martial arts that can help, but it's not that big of a deal."
Zhang Lingfeng smiled meaningfully:
"Perhaps, I can easily step through the realm of Grand Master before long, and be promoted to the throne of Martial Saint?"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Lin Qitian laughed heartily, without any trace of true energy, but like thunder rolling away and the shaking river tide surging:
"Martial Saint?!"
"What do you think the Martial Saint is?"
After laughing, Lin Qitian stepped onto the awning boat, sat down cross-legged under the horrified gaze of the boatman, and poured the wine to himself:
"There are far more Dao and Fruit in the world than there are Martial Saints..."
Faced with ridicule, Zhang Lingfeng remained calm: "The general knows very well that I am different."
"Every Dao Fruit is different. The judge is just a little bit special. Do you really think you are the legendary judge who can decide the life and death of all living things with the palm of his hand?!"
As he spoke, Lin Qitian let out a long sigh:
"I know the resentment in your heart, but after all, this Longyuan Road is the foundation that your father and ancestors worked hard to maintain. All the states and prefectures are all the people of your Zhang family, how can you bear it?"
"Ha ha!"
This time, it was Zhang Lingfeng who laughed.
His laughter was not as wild as Lin Qitian's, but it was as harsh and cold as a night owl, making him laugh to the point of tears:
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"
"He doesn't even care about his parents and children, how can he still care about those mud-legged people?"
Zhang Lingfeng covered his face with his hands, his body was shaking, and he seemed to be crying and laughing.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qitian's pupils shrank, and he saw something that frightened him: "You have already held a ceremony?!"
Martial arts is not only the polishing of physical strength, but also the tempering of mind and spirit.
Any accomplished master in martial arts must have an extraordinary character, whether good or evil, that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Zhang Lingfeng's behavior is not due to his nature, nor is it an obsession, but a sign of being adversely affected by the Dao Fruit.
"You, don't keep the precepts?!"
"I have been bound by too many rules in my life. Now, I will no longer be bound by moral laws or heavenly commandments!"
Zhang Lingfeng's expression returned to calmness, but his eyes were cold and seemed to have no human emotion:
"Keep the precepts? Whose precepts should we keep?!"
"You are possessed."
Lin Qitian looked slightly gloomy.
Among the three heroes of Long Yuan, he was the oldest. During the battle at Liuji Mountain, Wei Zhengxian and Fang Zhenghao were still soldiers, but he was already a captain who could ascend the main tent of the Chinese army.
Back then, Old King Long Yuan was still the crown prince, but he already had an irreversible friendship with him.
He also participated in Zhang Lingfeng's 100-day banquet.
Looking at the crazy fat man now, it was really difficult for him to connect him with the young and cute child he had held in his arms at that time.
"Old Prince..."
Lin Qitian let out a long sigh, as if he felt his emotional fluctuations, and the long bow tied behind him hummed.
At the Hundred Days Banquet, Xue Dilong's instructions angered everyone, and Old King Long Yuan almost killed him on top of this general.
At that time, no one believed in the so-called instructions.
Until later...
"During those years of being imprisoned, I always thought about what if Xue Dilong had not given orders to me back then.
When I was eight years old, I didn't wonder whether blowing out the lives of the slaves in the courtyard would be different now."
Zhang Lingfeng murmured to himself, as if he was talking to Lin Qitian, but also as if he was questioning himself.
Lin Qitian listened quietly.
"Perhaps, it will be different..."
There was color in Zhang Lingfeng's eyes: "Once upon a time, I thought that if this was what fate was, I would have nothing to say..."
"It's not too late at this time."
Lin Qitian looked solemn, he still wanted to make a final effort.
"It's late, it's late."
Zhang Lingfeng let out a long sigh:
"Since the day the old woman decided to recruit a son-in-law, I have had no luck. They would rather let a mud-legged person inherit the blood of Long Yuan, and they have never considered me..."
At the end of the sentence, his expression became extremely ferocious:
"Why is this?!"
Boom!
The river surged, the waves surged into the sky, and the surging blood energy mixed with the true energy and spread, until it was like a black dragon rising into the sky.
"I control my own life!!!"
…
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"The wind is blowing..."
In the middle of Maxiang Town, in a not-so-high restaurant, the big boss stands by the window. As far as the eye can see, he is the government servant who is repairing the streets that were destroyed in the battle that day.
In his ears, Xie Qi spoke clearly but quickly.
"In the past ten days, a total of forty-three Liansheng sect riots broke out in Baizhou. Although they were all extinguished by Baizhou soldiers, the situation became more and more turbulent."
"After Yang Prison left Qingzhou City, the four families seemed to have obtained someone's promise and seemed to be making a comeback..."
"After Lin Qitian left Yunzhou, masters suspected of being affiliated with the Liansheng Cult sneaked in to assassinate the state leader 'You Changfeng'. Although they did not succeed, there was still turmoil..."
…
Xie Qi's brows furrowed deeply as he thought about it.
The turmoil in Longyuan Daocheng eventually spread to the three states as time went by. Longyuan Guard, Jinyi Guard, and the six gates were all affected.
The martial arts world that was once wiped out seems to be ready to take action.
Even Yunzhou, which has always been the most stable, has become turbulent with Lin Qitian's departure.
"It's Liansheng Cult again..."
The big boss was holding the copper plate and felt a little numb.
He rarely admired people in his life, but Lianshengjiao was the real exception.
This sect can be traced back to before the destruction of the Qin Dynasty. They will be present in the turmoil at the end of every dynasty...
Those who truly fight and lose again and again, even if they fail to succeed once, have continued to rebel one after another for thousands of years.
"Longyuan Road, Northwest Road, Lingnan Road, Dongyue Road... There are nine roads in the world, except for Linlong Road, all of them seem to be in a trend of turmoil..."
Xie Qi was also a little numb.
In the information, there were only a series of cold numbers, just like his father and brother who died in the war.
No one cares...
"The Linlong Road is as stable as a sacred mountain, like a divine needle that fixes the sea. Therefore, the first battle of the old demon from Black Mountain when he came out of seclusion was the King of Zhao of Xifu..."
The big boss sighed:
"When the true dragon is born to rule the world, will half of the people in this world still be alive..."
"True dragon..."
Xie Qi sneered.
He was about to say something, but suddenly he noticed something different in his big boss's expression.
"Did you hear that?"
"What?"
Xie Qicuo looked around in shock, but there was no unusual sound.
The big boss was very shocked. The copper plate in his hand was spinning rapidly, and at a certain moment, it suddenly jumped out of the window.
Xie Qiyi was startled and jumped down as he left.
Before he landed, his ears were suddenly filled with a dragon's roar that was extremely violent.
hold head high!
There seemed to be a shocking dragon roar resounding.
This sound seems to be beyond the limit that ordinary people's ears can detect. Ordinary people seem to be unaware of it, but Xie Qi, Big Boss and others feel that their eardrums are about to be shattered.
"Where did the dragon roar come from?!"
The big boss seemed to have remembered something, turned around suddenly, and looked at the remote corner where there were few people.
It was a very astonishing scene.
The mist from the sky flowed down like water, gathering bit by bit over the small courtyard, gradually turning into a sea of clouds.
This scene was very shocking, but not only the big boss, Xie Qi and others saw it, and there was an exclamation of surprise inside and outside the long street.
Some people seemed to be frightened and backed away, but many people pressed forward.
"This is……"
More than ten miles outside the town of Maxiang, a handsome monk wearing moon-white monk robes, with a face like a crown jade and a majestic appearance seemed to be aware of something.
She raised her eyebrows and looked up.
But I could see the clouds surging and the mist steaming, as if a sea of clouds was drooping and submerging the city, with strands of golden light swimming in it.
At a certain moment, the golden light merged, and with a shock, the sea of clouds split apart.
A dragon head whose whole body is red gold, mixed with red, and has beards and horns. It is not angry but powerful, piercing through the sea of clouds, showing an extremely domineering attitude.
It sends out its own stunning dragon roar to the heaven and earth!
The third update of the attack failed... The ending of Longyuan is really a bit difficult to write. Let's continue tomorrow, it's hard to stand up. Author of "Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Sword Viewing in the Sword Pavilion": I'm not a trumpet
Han Muye, who had reached the full level of understanding, was reborn in the world of practice, entered the swordsmanship sect, and became a sword watcher guarding the sword pavilion.
There are one hundred thousand swords hidden in the sword pavilion, and sword watchers need to clean their swords once a month.
Wipe the long sword "Qinghe" to get a wisp of sword energy.
Wipe the long sword "Purple Flame", understand the swordsmanship of the original sword owner and set fire to the prairie fire, and obtain the fiery sword intention.
Wipe the spiritual sword "Mountain", learn the experience of Jushi Zhenren's swordsmanship, and gain the power of the mountain sword.
…
Han Muye has been observing swordsmanship for sixty years, and Han Muye has been cultivating swordsmanship for sixty years.
Sixty years later, the fairy world invades.
In the sword pavilion, Han Muye slowly stood up, followed by thousands of long swords behind him. The sword energy spread for thirty thousand miles, and the sword intent broke through three thousand realms.
"Today, I, Han Muye, hold my sword across the sky and look at the gods in the sky. Who can enter this mortal world?