Chapter 554 I want to climb the highest mountain in the world!
There has always been a saying in the world that if you have a weapon in hand, your skill will be ten times higher, but this mostly refers to before Zhen Gang. Once Zhen Gang is achieved, this gap will shrink sharply.
However, a magical weapon with the characteristics of "breaking soldiers and armor" and "indestructible" is also a huge increase for a warrior.
But when the sword flashed and disappeared, what Yang Yu felt the most was "lifting a heavy weight as if it were light" and "lifting a light weight as if it were heavy".
These two characteristics that act on the weapon can add 30% to the power of his sword skills.
Don't underestimate 30%. For Yang Yu's current practice, this 30% is almost equivalent to a breakthrough in swordsmanship!
On the outside, it looks like it’s devastating!
With one strike and one strike, the light bloomed like a surging ocean tide, destroying all attacks directed at him, including the 'blood demon'.
Xie Hui came well-prepared, possessing a blood demon magic weapon, and the heads of the other major families also had more or less tricks to keep things under control.
There were quite a few of them that made him look a little sideways, but apart from the blood demon, there weren't any that made him feel threatened.
when!
Another slash of the sword slashed down the blood demons that were coming and going. Yang Yu did not fight with them, but chased him out with one step and slashed straight at Xie Hui.
The sword shines like the moon, splitting the air current.
And as he strode across, he swallowed up the lives of everyone he passed along the way.
For a time, in the huge underground palace, apart from shouts of death and screams, there was only the sound of "rustling" like the wind blowing leaves.
"Rare..."
Before Xie Hui could even express the sound of his liver and gallbladder being extinguished, he was already cut into insignificant particles by the fierce wind of the knife.
"So cruel..."
Feng Wushuang casually dismissed a few frightened guests. Looking back, her eyelids twitched as she sensed a strong crisis.
This is not hostility or murderous intent, but the gap between them is so great that it is like an ordinary person encountering a tiger on the road, trembling from the inside out.
Unlike the restrained old woman in the mountain, the one in front of me was as sharp as a sharp blade that could cut through everything.
It was as if just one look at it would make your eyes pierce and bleed.
Over the years, through the powerful intelligence channels of the Liansheng Cult, she has come into contact with countless famous masters in the world, but there are really only a few who have such momentum.
And people with the same momentum...
Throwing away the folding fan, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but narrowed her eyes.
call!
The sudden strong wind was suppressed by the true energy and fell to the ground. Yang Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed the 'blood demon' that was knocked away and fell to the ground.
This is a human skull that is red and crystal clear, like an agate. At a glance, it seems that you can feel a bloodthirsty and cruel aura.
He pinched it gently, and with Yang Yu's powerful control over the blood, he actually noticed the slight loss of blood, and had to wrap it with Zhen Gang.
"Whose bones are these..."
Yang Yu exerted force with his five fingers and could crush the black iron into mud. However, this red skull seemed to be motionless.
"Why don't you kill this person?"
With a muffled sound, an old man covered in blood was severely beaten to the ground. His face was full of panic and embarrassment.
It was Wang Qichu.
"The day before yesterday, someone went to the Yamen to play drums and sued this person..."
Yang Prison was playing with the 'Red Skull', and after hearing this, he casually replied:
"I got it."
There were hundreds of masters from the Eight Families in the underground palace. Naturally, he had not killed them all, but those left behind were even more deserving of death.
Feng Wushuang glanced at Wang Qichuan with disgust, and was a little surprised:
"These days, there are hundreds of people beating drums to complain about grievances, but you actually remember them?"
"deep impression."
Yang Prison put away the 'blood demon'.
But in front of him, Wang Qichuan no longer had the grace he had before. He was shaking like chaff, but he gritted his teeth and did not beg for mercy.
As if feeling Yang Yu's gaze, he spoke tremblingly, his voice hoarse:
"You, you beast, kill me when you have the guts, kill me, kill me!"
In the decades since he held a high position, except for his bloody hands when he was twelve years old, he has never done any dirty work himself in the following decades.
Suddenly seeing this scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, I was almost frightened out of my wits.
He was afraid of death, but he also knew that the brutal thug in front of him would never show mercy and would not kill him, for fear that a more cruel end would be waiting for him.
"After leaving this underground palace, there are many people who want to kill you, so why rush?"
Yang Yu flicked his finger, and with the strong wind flowing, the other four magical weapons fell into his hands.
However, compared to the 'Blood Demon', these four items are no surprise.
The magic weapons are limited by the gods. Not all gods have the ability to attack and protect the body. The strength of these four items is also poor, and they are obviously seriously damaged.
"you!"
Wang Qichu shuddered, of course he knew who was waiting for him outside.
"You are so cruel!"
"When it comes to cruelty, Yang's flattery can't compare to you, an old pig and dog, who treats people like wax... I really want to dig out your brain stem and see how many evil maggots are inside!"
Yang Yu's eyes were cold.
Through the Book of Life and Death, what he could see was far more specific and detailed than any information.
He wanted to say something else, but Yang Yu had already knocked him out with a snap of his fingers.
Feng Wushuang was very sensitive and noticed the fluctuations in Yang Yu's heart, and couldn't help but shake her head:
"There are countless people like him in this world. If you get angry and kill because of this, you won't have to do anything in this life."
"Or is it because of the precepts?"
While speaking, she looked deeply at Yang Prison.
Throughout the ages, the biggest reason why observing the precepts has been abandoned by many people is because far more supernatural masters died because of observing the precepts than fighting in the rivers and lakes.
Keeping the precepts is not really a restriction on oneself. It is not easy to maintain one's original intention. This in itself is not a restriction.
However, in a certain sense, observing the precepts is also flawed!
When you are on guard against sex, you must not indulge in sexual pleasure; when you are on guard against killing, you must not go on a killing spree; when you are on guard against greed, you must not take excessive amounts of money...
And this, in a sense, is a flaw!
"Killing one will make my heart feel better, but if I can't kill them all, so what?"
Yang Yu calms Qi, blood and mood.
He was well aware of Feng Wushuang's temptation, but he was unwilling to discuss such secrets with outsiders. He made a casual remark and turned to ask about the rebels outside the city.
There is a great chaos in the Northwest Road. Lord Yan Dong is only the nominal leader. There are really two groups of tyrannical rebels, and they are all heading towards the Northwest Road City.
"If this is the case, Brother Yang would not dare to trap himself in a certain place. Your character is not worthy of being a master..."
Feng Wushuang shook his head heartily.
In this world, there are warriors who are eager for justice, and ministers who are upright and upright. For three thousand years, how can there be an emperor who hates evil as much as he hates it?
She didn't believe that the man in front of her could achieve great things. Even if his martial arts skills were higher than Zhang Xuanba's, so what?
Not suitable, just not suitable.
"maybe."
Feng Wushuang was not the first to say this, nor would he be the last, but Yang Yu didn't care.
If you can't do it yourself, how can you judge that others can't do it?
"...But two groups of thugs mean nothing to you..."
Seeing that Yang Yu was not in high spirits, Feng Wushuang didn't want to talk much. After saying a few words casually, Feng Wushuang raised her hand and left:
"The Shooting Sun Dao Fruit is hidden in the secret vault of the main altar. It is hard to get it. Wushuang will leave now. I hope that next time we meet, Brother Yang can break through that 'heavenly barrier'..."
While speaking, the great saint of Liansheng Cult was about to leave, but suddenly she remembered something and turned back:
"By the way, I heard that a few days ago, there was a black tide rising into the sky in the Seven Kills Palace. It seems that the old demon is about to leave seclusion, but no one knows where he is going..."
"Old demon from Montenegro."
Yang Yu's eyes darkened slightly.
He got two out of three in killing Po Lang, and the only thing left to gather them all was Fang Zhenghao's Greedy Wolf.
Just when to pick it up...
Folding the folding fan, Feng Wushuang turned and left, only the voice echoed:
"I hope Brother Yang can defend this city. On the day when you are crowned king, my little girl will have to rush back from thousands of places to congratulate you!"
The dark underground palace became quiet.
After a long time, Yang Yu took Wang Qichuan and the others and walked out slowly, but there was a wave of confusion in his heart:
Li Eryi, have you arrived at Linlong Road?
…
…
Huhuhu~
The strong wind and biting cold blew away the last trace of warmth.
Li Eryi lay on Fei Ying's generous back and shivered. Even though he was wrapped like a rice dumpling, he couldn't help but chatter his teeth.
Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and flew down from the clouds while flapping his eagle. Before he even hit the ground, he was already vomiting wildly.
"It's going to cost me my life..."
Lying sprawled on the cold ground, Li Er gasped for breath. Although flying eagle was good, it was really unbearable for him.
If he hadn't been well-fed during those days at Balanshanguan, he would have been blown to death by the wind if he hadn't vomited to death along the way.
but……
"Why do you feel that internal energy grows faster at high altitudes? An illusion? Or..."
After a long while, Li Eryi regained his breath.
He sat cross-legged and meditated in disbelief. After a while, he opened his eyes, surprised and delighted.
His poor talent in martial arts has always been a pain in his heart. If he had not met Yang Yu, it was unknown whether he would have been able to cross the threshold of blood exchange in this life.
This slight increase may not be a big deal to other people, but to him, it was enough to surprise him.
This is a good sign!
"Okay, okay! If this speed continues, and with Yang Xiaozi's elixir, maybe in a year or two, I can break through to the fourth blood transfusion?"
Li Eryi was excited.
The fourth exchange of blood is transformation. After reaching that stage, he is no longer comparable to ordinary people. Even if he does not rely on storytelling, he can make a living.
Although they say they don’t care much about martial arts, who wouldn’t be happy if they could have strong martial arts?
After being excited for a while, Li Eryang finally remembered the business, took out a map, and carefully studied the road to Linlong Road.
This was the first time in his life that he had gone out so far. Every step he took was cautious. The previous experience of accidentally entering Deyang Mansion was too painful.
If it happens again, it would be better to die happily!
"After all, this is the boundary of Lizhou? In a few days, we should be out of the Northwest Road..."
Eating dry food, Li Eryi talked to himself.
"I wonder where you are going, sir?"
Someone asked, and Li Eryi casually replied: "Go...huh?!"
"who?!"
Li Eryi jumped up suddenly, and then he was shocked to realize that there was an extra person beside him.
This is a young man who doesn't look like a weakling. He is dressed in well-proportioned black clothes. He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. If it weren't for his striking silver hair, he would be just an ordinary person who can be easily missed in a pile of shame.
However, his eyes were as dark as the sea.
Suddenly looking at each other, Li Er felt himself falling into the sea of stars, feeling a desolate, ancient and chaotic atmosphere.
It seemed that what was in front of me was not a person, but a huge statue of a god that had stood between heaven and earth for countless years.
"you you……"
Li Er's legs went weak, and the previous feelings immediately disappeared. It wasn't that his breath disappeared, but that he simply forgot about it.
It was as if nothing had happened.
"What did you say? I'm a little distracted..."
Li Eryi coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.
"It's nothing serious. I'm just curious about where Mr. Sir is going. It's quite difficult to control this flying eagle..."
The silver-haired boy smiled slightly, and all the fear and strangeness disappeared.
Li Eryi felt that the young man in front of him was quite pleasing to his eyes, and he suddenly felt good in his heart. However, he did not forget about the business and asked instead without telling his purpose:
"What's your little brother's last name?"
"I don't quite remember my name. Sir, just call me Lao Qi."
The young man grinned, full of life.
"Good guy, seven brothers? Your mother has worked really hard."
Li Eryi felt even more favorable and asked curiously:
"Where are you from, where are you going, and how did you come to this wilderness?"
The young man listened and answered:
"I come from Changbai Mountain and want to climb the highest mountain in the world!"