After the neither high nor low voice, there was red flame pouring out like a tide.
In the wind and snow, the Taoist raised his hand, and the invisible air current spread, as if the entire void was stirred by it, as if a violent wind was about to arise.
There was silence for a while inside and outside the northwest city.
Not far away, Taoist Yunni held his chest and lifted his back, his breath restrained, ready to go, and many talismans flickered around his body.
Looking at the Taoist who slowly started to take action, he felt admiration and regret in his heart.
Perhaps, the Taoist of Zhenyan thirty years ago was also a martial arts expert who competed with the Black Mountain Old Demon, King Zhao of Xifu, Dali Imperial Master, and Sword God Mu Qingliu to be the best in the world.
But after all, he had less savings than the previous four in the thirty years before the great change in the world, and he was severely damaged. He lost all his energy, energy, blood, and longevity, and also lost the Tao Fruit that his life depended on.
In such a situation, he still dared to stop the old Black Mountain demon who was about to retreat. Such magnanimity and courage really made him unable to remain moved.
But, this is the old monster from Montenegro!
An unparalleled villain who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and immortality, even if he has a single thought, he has no chance of winning...
"Brother Taoist's will is admirable, but why should we seek death..."
The old demon looked at it carefully, with a calm expression and regret:
"It's still too late to regret now..."
Buzz!
Before the strong wind blew up, the mantra took one step forward.
Jam!
With just one step, it seemed as if the ridges from the earth to the sky were crushed. Under everyone's gaze, the old road, which was as thin as a dead branch, suddenly became fuller.
The vigorous and majestic blood poured out, dyeing the omnipresent heavy snow red, and in an instant, it was like a blazing fire ignited.
"I am not afraid of death, so why should you be afraid of death..."
In the blazing fire, golden light appeared, as if a golden lotus appeared. It was the "indestructible golden body" that Master Zhenyan had condensed to the extreme!
Boom!
Like a thunderclap, the man's palms were raised, and his full fingers glowed like jade.
With just one pull, the sky-wide snowstorm and red flames were extinguished. Many experts saw their eyes go dark and felt that the sky was suddenly pulled down.
The strong wind is no longer there, the wind and snow have disappeared, and the plains no longer seem to exist. Instead, there is a deep, dark ocean.
Dark clouds covered the sky, lightning and thunder roared, and a big fish jumped up from the abyss, facing the wind and thunder in the sky, and transformed into two wings!
In the heavy wind and snow, the sound waves echoed, desolate and lonely:
"Pindao, I have long been impatient with life..."
Rumble!
The sky was shaken, strong winds blew, and the terrifying aura was everywhere, pressing in all directions like an overwhelming force. It was really like the mythical monster Kunpeng descending on the ocean, opening its mouth to swallow five hundred dragons.
"Sanshou against fate, Kunpengjue!"
The old demon stood in the wind and snow with his hands folded, his expression calm and calm. It was not until he saw this move that his eyes started to change.
For the first time, there was solemnity.
"good!"
As soon as he said this word, his figure had disappeared from everyone's perception.
Instead, there was extremely intense light and heat!
The great sun is really powerful!
Boom!
Like the sun falling into the deep sea!
Before the terrifying ripples spread, the terrifying light and heat seemed to completely ignite and boil the world!
"The dying body still has such power, which makes a certain family a little bit shaken. It's a pity..."
Amid the earth-shattering collision, a still calm voice echoed in everyone's ears and hearts:
"If you want to distinguish between life and death, you're probably not good at it..."
…
…
boom!
In the wilderness, a goshawk flew across the wind and snow, Yang Yu stood on top of it, and Qianlong roared once again.
"Yang prison!"
Amidst the heavy snowstorm, the dragon-shaped force rose into the sky, smashing into pieces the arrows that were as bright as meteors, and left traces in the sky that lingered for a long time.
The raging air currents swept up large swaths of snow. Before it could fly, it was stirred up by the blood energy and burned into water vapor all over the sky.
"Little beast..."
Nie Longtian was extremely angry, and the exhaustion from his soul made his Bai Zhan mood waver.
The Martial Saint's will is in harmony with heaven and earth, and when his energy and vitality are almost exhausted, he has the help of Taoist Yunni's talisman.
Therefore, they chased him for seven days. Even though Yang Yu shot down the flying eagle, even though he was skilled in archery, he could not get rid of him at all.
But what shocked and puzzled him was that the goshawk's physical strength seemed to be endless. It had crossed over for seven days without any signs of decline.
That's all. There are many exotic spiritual birds in the world, and maybe that goshawk is one of them.
But what puzzled him was that the boy's black iron arrows seemed to be inexhaustible...
So much so, that one person and one bow actually suppressed the entire Flying Eagle Arrow Team and hundreds of archers!
This is so outrageous...
Phew!
In the distance, the flying eagle heard a cry, but before it could get close to Nie Longtian, it was pierced by an arrow.
At this point, the Flying Eagle and Arrow team that was encircling them were all thrown far behind the two of them, with no more support left.
"call!"
Thick smoke spread from Yang Yu's body. After chasing for seven days, he shot thousands of arrows. Even he felt extremely exhausted.
This is not only the consumption of physical strength and vitality, but also the exhaustion of the soul.
"Nie Longtian..."
As he lowered his bow and arrow, Yang Yu felt his temples twitching, and his arms felt like they were being ripped apart by excessive force.
Involuntarily, he sat cross-legged and took some elixirs to restore his energy.
During the seven-day chase, he shot down almost 80% of the Eagles and Arrows, and also tried to strangle Nie Longtian with a talisman formation.
However, several attempts were made without success.
But he was not too regretful. After all, he left the city partly to rescue Lin Daoren and mostly to lure Nie Longtian and a group of imperial experts away.
Prepare for Yu Jing to capture Xingli and Lizhou.
"The Martial Saint's will is in harmony with heaven and earth. Unless he fights to the death, his true energy will be almost useless... It is almost impossible for you to kill him."
Lin Daoren slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm, but the shock in his heart was actually quite big.
In fact, even if Yang Yu rescued him, he did not think that the two of them could escape the pursuit of Wu Sheng in their current state.
As a result, the arrows will eventually be used up, and Yang Yu, without his bow and arrows, will not be able to threaten Nie Longtian at all.
Secondly, the goshawk's physical strength is limited.
No matter how great a bird is, it cannot fly in the sky forever.
However……
"It's difficult to kill him."
Yang Yu nodded and had to admit it.
According to what the Zhenyan Taoist and the Sloppy Taoist said, the Shidu and the Martial Saint can be considered to be of the same level. However, there are huge differences between them.
Ninety percent of the strength of the ten capitals lies in the strength of their magical powers.
Just like Taoist Yunni, he holds the talisman book in his hand. If he is given enough time to prepare, even if he challenges Zhang Xuanba, King Zhao of Xifu, it will be possible.
But without preparation, he may not be stronger than Wang Muzhi.
Martial Saint is different again.
Any martial arts saint has reached the pinnacle of his martial arts practice. His skills in light kung fu, horizontal training, swordsmanship, fists and palms, and combat and killing are all top-notch in the world.
Over the past three thousand years, perhaps ten capitals have capsized in the sewers, but there has never been a record of the Martial Saint being attacked against someone.
He is as powerful as Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in Xifu. Before he became a Martial Saint, he had no record of killing a Martial Saint.
But this does not mean that Wusheng is stronger than Shidu.
However, compared with martial arts, magical powers are 'unreasonable'.
Just like the 'Blood Demon An Taoist' in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain, his practice is far inferior to that of the sloppy Taoist. However, because of his strange magical powers, the latter cannot be killed even if he is ten times stronger.
Another example is Jiang Wu's 'Blowing Qi Magical Power'. If a warrior of the same level does not dodge and is sprayed by the two Qi, his soul will be destroyed immediately.
"To kill Nie Longtian, my current practice is not enough. But without the Eagle and Arrow Team, he can't even think of threatening me."
After calming down the boiling energy and blood in his body, Yang Yu reached out his hand to comfort Goshawk.
The goshawk whose fate has been changed is far superior to its kind in terms of muscles, bones, blood, and energy, but it is also unable to fly at high intensity for seven days and nights.
The reason for this is that he burned his life to be blessed.
But seven days and seven nights has reached its limit.
boom!
While the two were talking to each other, they suddenly heard a roar and looked around.
I saw Nie Longtian running and striding, riding the wind directly onto a mountain hundreds of feet high, and propelled by the burning blood, he jumped up to several dozen feet again.
"kill!"
The murderous intent echoed across the sky.
The air currents and winds within dozens or hundreds of feet that Nie Longtian passed by were all driven by his extremely surging palm power.
It turns into a divine dragon-subduing palm and strikes out from the air!
Still extremely fierce, still domineering and cruel, and still targeting the goshawk...
Phew!
The goshawk screamed, flapped its wings, and almost fell down again.
Yang Yu reacted quickly, holding the long bow in his hand, Qianlong roared, and three arrows like meteors fell one after another, colliding with the terrifying palm power.
In the long sky, large amounts of fire and debris exploded.
At the same time, Yang Yu turned over, held the goshawk's talon with one hand, and danced the true sword like a horse with the other hand, driving away all the aftermath of the palm power.
Even a wisp of the strength of the Martial Saint's palm is enough to tear apart black iron. Even if the goshawk has steel and iron bones, it cannot bear it at all.
call!
Standing up again, Yang Yu stood on the back of an eagle, overlooking the sea of clouds. In the wind and snow, Nie Longtian stood on the cliff, his face ugly, but he stopped chasing.
It seems like I have finally given up.
"Hundreds of flying eagles, even with the imperial court's wealth, they won't be able to come again in a short time..."
At this moment, Lin Daoren breathed a sigh of relief.
"There won't be a next time."
Yang Yu managed to put down his bow and arrow.
Just as he was about to say something, his heart suddenly shook. He did not bother to talk to Taoist Lin, gathered his mind, endured the great fatigue, and forced himself into meditation.
Buzz~
The only place he could see, in the Cauldron of Gluttony, was a dim light rising and falling like a tidal wave, and ancient and broken Hades books kept rising and falling in it.
"Is it Xingli Erzhou?! No, Yu Jing can't move so fast. That's..."
As the thoughts flashed, Yang Yu felt his heart trembling and couldn't help but open the book of hell.
Wow~
The dim light was like a tide, and the book of the underworld moved according to its will. In an instant, Yang Yu had already seen the source of the tremor in his heart.
That is……
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Today I went to play with my wife, and I will continue coding. I will update the code today.