Looking at the young man with blood-stained clothes and a broken knife in his hand.
Next to the blazing prison, the masters of the Liansheng Cult felt a wave of cold currents rushing up their backs and couldn't help but shudder.
Who is he?
"May I ask who your friend is?"
Seeing Liu Wenpeng being trampled under his feet like a dead dog, Yuchilong's eyelids twitched and his heart became solemn.
Before midnight, he opened the gate of the inner city with a powerful palm. Wang Fobao resisted desperately but his personnel did not know.
He originally thought that no one in Montenegro could stop him, but he didn't want to almost die under Liu Wenpeng's black iron arrow that pierced through gold and stone.
He used all kinds of means to reach the edge of prison.
During this period, he was almost shot and killed by Liu Wenpeng several times.
Therefore, he knew very well that the person who could catch Liu Wenpeng's arrow in such a fierce way was already stronger than him.
Even though there was blood dripping all over his body, he seemed to have been injured by arrows, and he uttered evil words, he still had the intention to retreat.
Guo Han saw what he was thinking and calmly retreated, holding the nine-section whip tightly in his palm.
He even had something to say to Liu Wenpeng, but facing this young man who suddenly arrived, he didn't say a word.
Because he saw the strong evil spirit and murderous intent in this young man.
Such people cannot communicate at all.
call!
There was no response, Yang Yu shook off the blood from the blade and lowered his head indifferently.
A bloody palm held his ankle, and the dying Liu Wenpeng growled unwillingly:
"You, what kind of martial arts are you doing?!"
His muscles and bones were shattered, his internal organs were hammered into mud, and his throat was almost penetrated by bone spurs, but he still didn't die.
The eyes that were almost shaken out of their sockets stared at Yang Yu.
He is not willing to give in!
He had almost calculated everything, but it was just because Guan Shanshui was nowhere to be found, otherwise, he would have wiped out the remnants of the Liansheng Sect long ago.
And his biggest dissatisfaction.
But he couldn't figure it out no matter what, a beggar who almost starved to death had only been learning martial arts for less than two years and had only been able to exchange blood for half a year.
Where did this terrifying power come from?
He even suspected that this was not martial arts at all, but a legendary 'supernatural power' that had yet to be proven to exist!
"You want to know?"
Yang Yu looked at him indifferently, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, shattering his skull and stepping into the frozen soil of the floor:
"Go ask the Lord of Hell!"
boom!
While trampling Liu Wenpeng to death, Yang Yu used his strength to move forward, and the blood-stained butcher's knife had cut through the air with a "wuwu" sound, setting off a large blade light.
Facing these Liansheng cultists who played tricks on the people and sacrificed human beings, he didn't even want to say a word.
Only kill!
call!
The sword light poured down like mercury.
With this sword, he did not slash at Yuchilong, but used the light of the sword as a circle to target everyone within sight and within the reach of the blade.
All included in the battle circle.
The air flow paved the surface, the wind of the sword was biting, and the extremely fierce killing intent made everyone feel as if they were in a battlefield, with killing intent everywhere, and the hair on their hair was rising.
At this moment, everyone's hearts were beating wildly.
Only then did I know why Liu Wenpeng fell so quickly. It was because the person in front of him was so ferocious that he was not human-like.
The speed of this sword is simply not inferior to the dark iron arrows shot by the full moon bow!
"Do you think I am Liu Wenpeng?"
Yuchilong completely put out all other thoughts and stepped forward with a low roar. All his strength climbed up and gathered from his legs to his hips.
Crackling~
Amidst the sound of muscles and bones rubbing like a barrage of cannons, Yuchilong's already tall body suddenly grew one foot taller.
Then,
He stepped on his feet, roared loudly, and his face turned red.
The big gun on the arm also seemed to be pierced out, and when the five fingers were kneading, a powerful palm appeared!
The Great Power Palm is one of the secret martial arts of Liansheng Sect.
Qingzhou is full of top-notch martial arts, but Yu Chilong has been studying this martial arts for forty years and has already mastered it.
Even a master of external martial arts like Wang Fobao, who specialized in martial arts, was almost beaten to death by his palm.
And that was before he had stimulated his blood energy.
At this time, being in great danger, he naturally had no reservations anymore and smacked his palm, and there seemed to be the roar of tigers and wolves in the air.
"kill!"
Guo Han is faster.
Almost at the same time as the wind of the knife started, the nine-section whip full of barbs was already striking out, trying to knock off the half-mouthed pig-killing knife.
He and Yuchilong have known each other for many years, and they have a tacit understanding with each other. They attack one after another, just like one person, and the power of the combined attack is doubled!
The other masters of Liansheng Cult are also brave and not afraid of death.
Some people roared wildly and raised their swords to attack, while others walked away from the front, their blood boiling, roaring like tigers rushing forward, and elbowed Yang Yu's back.
Under siege, Yang Yu's expression became colder and colder, and he could clearly detect all the subtle changes within three feet of his body.
Whether it's the incoming sword or the snowflakes blown by the cold wind.
What was different from the night before was that the majestic strength under the blessing of the ribs and ribs allowed him to hit any direction he felt in an instant!
If your heart is there, your hands, feet, and weapons can be there!
Zheng!
The broken knife slashed horizontally and the nine-section whip was opened. At the same time, Yang Yu raised his left arm high, and his five fingers suddenly closed together, hitting Yuchilong's fierce and domineering palm hard.
boom!
A low muffled sound.
"This kind of power?!"
Yuchilong's face was trembling wildly, and he felt a palm hit the city wall, and his eyes almost burst out.
Once they had a fight, he had already discovered that the person in front of him had soft skin, thin inner energy, and a much lower level of blood transfusion than his own.
But this power was too terrifying, like a roaring mountain or a tsunami, instantly destroying his inner energy.
boom!
There was an explosion in the body.
After one contact and two critical strikes, Yuchilong's eyes widened in anger, and he finally couldn't help but roar, his feet lifted off the ground, and he was knocked upside down.
At the same time, Yang Yu took half a step back, used his strength to back attack, and hit his elbow with his elbow!
"ah!"
A scream echoed through the long street.
You Liansheng's cultist shivered in fright, and saw the cultist who had attacked him with his elbow flying up into the sky, and his entire body was scattered.
The water bag also seemed to spurt blood wildly, and fell to the ground with a splat, leaving only a ball of blood and mud!
"Don't get close to him and complete the sacrifice quickly!"
He fell backwards and landed on the ground. He didn't have time to stabilize his body before he gave a sharp warning.
But it's still too late.
An elbow smashed the man who was attacking behind him. Yang Yu stretched his muscles and bones like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, brandishing his broken knife and clashing with his fists and feet.
There was no enemy anywhere along the way. His swords collided with each other and he was instantly released. His fists and feet collided with each other, and his bones and flesh instantly turned into mud.
Except for Yu Chilong and Guo Han, even a few masters who had exchanged blood three times were crushed and beaten to death by him!
At this moment, Yang Yu truly understood the state of mind of King Zhao of Xifu when he broke into the military formation alone.
It's not that he was ruthless, but that no one could block such a pure force of attack!
After changing his blood for the second time, he has become like a nine bull and two tiger at one level.
What kind of terrifying power should Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu possess, who is said to be a Martial Saint and whose level as Nine Bulls and Two Tigers is much higher than his own?
No wonder some people call it "Hating the sky without a handle, hating the earth without a ring!"
"ah!"
Listening to the screams, Li Eryi, who was hiding in a corner, dared to poke his head out.
When I saw this, I was immediately stunned.
Of course, with his eyesight, he could not see the specific situation of the fight. In his eyes, the dancing sword light was like a raging snowstorm.
Wherever it passed, swords and stumps flew everywhere, and blood and screams danced together.
What a ferocious mess!
"Little beast!"
Yuchilong's eyes were about to burst, he roared angrily, tore off his shirt, and rushed forward in a furious manner.
His blood was boiling, and his body was as red as a fire. His lower abdomen and chest bulged high, and his big muscles like a python were trembling crazily.
While shouting angrily, his fingers twisted crazily, forming a strange big handprint, and struck hard at Yang Yu, who was wreaking havoc among the crowd.
The mighty dragon strikes!
With the various movements of this palm, the redness all over Yuchilong's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if this palm contained all his inner energy and blood!
"Um?!"
With a backhand knife, he cut down the heads of the people who were surrounding him. Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he felt a hint of danger.
If this palm hits a vital point, even if the person has strong ribs and muscles, he will not be able to escape, and his life will be in danger.
but…
"A head-on confrontation?"
There was a sneer in Yang Yu's heart, he swung away the nine-section whip that was coming, and stepped on it, his waist and hips moved, and the strength of his whole body gathered on his arms according to his thoughts.
Just like this, he hit Yuchilong with a backhand strike, hitting the ground with a heavy hammer. He struck first and hit Yuchilong hard.
A blood-changing warrior has a body with a hundred catties of strength and can punch a thousand catties of punches.
And he possesses the power of nine bulls and two tigers!
How much does this punch weigh?
A cold light flashed across Yang Yu's eyes.
"Want to die together?!"
This thought just came to Yuchilong's mind.
The fists and palms have already connected.
Boom!
The ground three feet away from the two fists sank, and the cold frozen soil and bluestone shattered and splashed.
"ah!"
Yuchilong's eyes bulged, and his clenched teeth were knocked open by the blood rolling in his body.
Before he could open his mouth, hot blood spurted out from his seven orifices along with the broken pieces of his internal organs.
It was just one punch, but it was already injured like this?
It’s even too late to relieve the pressure?!
Seeing such a horrifying scene, Guo Han's eyelids jumped wildly and he turned around and ran away without thinking.
"Immortal?"
Yang Yu's spine made a cracking sound, and his messy hair fell back, but only for a moment, he suppressed the sweet taste that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Another punch with the backhand, hitting it up and down, like beating a drum.
"Second punch!"
"Don't even think about killing me!"
Stars were rising in front of his eyes, but Yuchilong still felt a deep and terrifying crisis, and raised his arms that were almost broken into pieces.
Cross it and protect it in front of your eyebrows.
boom!
This time, Yuchilong finally couldn't stand it any longer.
His inner energy and big tendons that were spread all over his body like a snare were scattered by the fierce force of this punch, and his bloodshot eyes completely exploded.
In the deep darkness, I heard the voice that was a hundred times colder than the cold current sounded again:
"Third punch!"
Boom!
Like a giant hammer striking a wooden pile.
Under the gaze of everyone, Yuchilong's majestic body was bent from being bent to almost being hammered directly into the ground that was as frozen as a stone slab!
But even so, he is still not dead, his vitality is more than ten times stronger than Liu Wenpeng, and he is still muttering:
"My mother's dharma body descends to the great thousand, and the universal dharma spreads across the heaven and earth! She was born in one day..."
"Still alive?"
A heavy kick stamped out its last remaining vitality: