In the midst of the blazing fire, a dozen preachers from the Lian Sheng Sect were screaming and dancing wildly.
Seeing the death of Yuchilong, these preachers almost jumped into the flames at the same time, except for Guo Han who was blocked by Yang Yu.
“If you believe in religion, are you really not afraid of death?”
Holding the butcher's knife dripping with blood, Yang Yu paused and frowned as he looked into the depths of the fire, seeing the red light that was clearly not like flames.
Even after running as fast as he could and fighting continuously, his body was still filled with extremely strong energy, as if once his ribs and muscles were tightened, he would never feel exhausted again.
But a feeling of exhaustion from his soul forced him to stop for a moment.
Supernatural power is the reflection of the divine seed deep in the soul on the body. Although it can be used as an arm wielder, his internal and external martial arts level is too low.
Faintly, he could already feel the stabbing pain coming from inside and outside his body.
That was the groaning sound of my body, which had not been exercised deeply and was almost overloaded.
“I never expected that in such a small place like Danwan, there would be someone as gifted as you.”
Under the firelight and heat wave, Guo Han's face was uncertain, and the nine-section whip in his palm hung down feebly.
Use the body for a second exchange of blood to kill two powerful men with energy and blood as strong as tigers.
Liu Wenpeng was just fine. He was a sharp archer who had a way of killing himself when someone got close to him. However, Yu Chilong was well-trained and was best at close combat, but he was beaten to death with three punches in front of his eyes.
Although the level of blood exchange does not determine the outcome of the strong and weak, all levels of internal and external martial arts must be based on blood exchange.
It is true that he can kill twice and three times, and he can kill like an ox with energy and blood like a tiger, but in his impression, the only ones who fight beyond the second level are those who are extremely talented.
For example, the Qingzhou military leader ‘Wei Zhengxian’, the Yunzhou palace leader ‘Hua Liunian’, and the Xifu Zhao Wang Zhang Xuanba who had not appeared in public twenty years ago.
“When the hell is burned with fire and human beings are sacrificed, are you doing it for the so-called ‘fruits of the way’ in the light of the fire?”
Yang Prison took a deep breath.
“You’re hurt.”
Guo Han suddenly said, although it was a question, he was completely convinced:
“More than twenty years ago, Zhang Xuan was injured by the ‘True Word’ when he was riding a horse in the rivers and lakes. Your inner energy is not enough to withstand the mighty divine palm.”
Yang Yu looked back coldly: "It's enough to kill you."
His inner energy was too thin and could not withstand the impact of the black iron arrows and the powerful divine palm. While killing two people, his energy and blood were also churning.
But it's just a tossing and stinging pain, which does not affect its combat effectiveness.
“You must take good care of this Taoist fruit...”
Guo Han looked deeply at Yang Yu, as if he wanted to imprint his figure and face into the depths of his soul:
"In the near future, someone will come to retrieve this Taoist fruit. And you will die without a burial place!"
"Hahaha!"
"Um?"
Yang Yun's heart was moved, and the blade had just been raised. The deputy helmsman of the Shunde Mansion branch of the Lisheng Sect seemed to have given up all luck.
Growling, laughing and throwing himself into the sea of fire:
"The blazing flames burn my body. I have pity on the mother who gave birth to me, and protect my spirit! Mother..."
Boom!
Like burning oil cooking in a sea of fire, the fiery snake suddenly jumped up to a height of several feet.
Yang Yu’s pupils shrank.
Clearly, I saw a purple-gold treasure gourd flashing in the light of the fire, and then disappeared into the sea of fire.
This is the path and fruit that all forces in Lian Sheng Sect are pursuing?
Sacrifice is actually needed…
Buzz!
Yang Yu's thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he saw the raging fire extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Amid the devastated ruins, a palm-sized purple gold gourd shone brightly, illuminating half of the street.
“Is this the Tao Fruit?”
Yang Yu's body swayed and he rushed into the ruins that were still warm, holding the purple gold gourd in his palm.
His face was flickering under the bright light.
This thing is probably very hot to touch.
“Yang Prison!”
Li Er suddenly jumped out from the corner, almost shouting: "Quick, put this gourd away!"
Phew!
He held the gourd tightly with his backhand. Strangely enough, as soon as his palm covered it, the purple-gold light disappeared.
Before he had time to take a closer look, Li Erxiao ran over. When he saw Hao Guang disappear, he patted his chest with lingering fear, saying that he was in danger.
“Old Li, you are really lucky.”
As soon as Yang Yu's thoughts changed, he guessed why Li Eryi appeared here.
“Without the ringing of the bells, these believers who have been fed Lost Heart Powder will wake up soon.”
Seeing Hao Guang disappear, Li Eryi breathed a sigh of relief:
“You can still deny it even if no one notices it. But if you are seen, you will be in big trouble...”
Handlessly tore off the clothes from the dead body and put them on, Yang Yu's heart moved:
“Do you recognize this thing?”
“The lunatics from the Liansheng Sect treat me as a dead person, but I have heard some things. They call this thing the ‘Kui Xing Dao Fruit’. It is said that the Liansheng Sect has been looking for a treasure for many years..."
Li Eryi hurriedly briefly stated what he knew.
Not far away, bursts of screaming and crying could be heard, and the bewitched believers had already woken up.
“Old Li, help me clean up the battlefield.”
Hand Li Eryi a long knife and take a bite.
Yang Yu put on his clothes and took a deep breath to suppress the stinging pain surging throughout his body.
With a movement of his feet, he picked up Liu Wenpeng's big bow and held it in his hand, then galloped towards the city.
“Clean up the battlefield…”
Li Eryi, who received the hard work, looked at the mess everywhere, his face uglier than crying.
Yang Yu's attacks were too terrifying. Those who were beheaded were fine, but those who were beaten to death by fists were almost like a pile of mud.
That’s all.
That Yuchilong was hammered into the ground, how did he get it out...
“Old man Wei, you must hold on...”
Holding back the stinging pain all over his body, Yang Yu did not dare to delay and quickly rushed towards the place where there were clashes of swords and shouts.
Immediately after waking up after refining the recipe, Yang Yu went to the long street behind the Wei River, but found no trace of the two of them.
Following the fire all the way here, I still didn’t see the two of them.
I was worried for a moment, and even my thoughts of exploring the purple and gold gourd were suppressed.
…
…
The hot blood dripped from the sword's edge, melting the thin snow on the ground.
Guan Shanshui's chest heaved, he panted and sneered:
“Old guy, are you going to die?”
This old Jinyi guard is not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also must have retired from the battlefield.
Although his muscles and bones are old and his energy and blood are severely reduced, he has persevered until now despite being surrounded and killed by himself and a group of guards from the Liu Mansion.
And he killed more than ten good players.
At the moment, only Lin Qing and other warriors who had been replaced for the second time were still alive, but they did not dare to come any closer. They were only vigilant from a distance, in case the old guy suddenly stabbed him.
“Hehe~”
Wei He looked tired. In front of and behind him, there were dozens of corpses lying in random directions.
Hearing this, he also sneered:
“Old pig dog, you’re not good enough anymore, are you?”
“Killing you won’t be a problem!”
Guan Shanshui twitched the corner of his mouth, but his heart became more and more anxious.
Although Liu Wenpeng's blood level is higher than his own, and his swordsmanship is not bad, he still has too few fights with others.
It is possible to spar, but in a life-and-death battle with no one to protect you, you will be shunned by bows and arrows.
I'm just afraid there will be danger.
But this Jin Yiwei is really too difficult to deal with...
"Yeah?"
Wei He took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his body, held the clothes in his mouth, and tied the wound tightly.
The warrior who has changed his blood is still a mortal body, and his vitality will also drop after he is sixty years old. In the past, his vitality and blood were infinitely close to that of a tiger, but now, instead of increasing, his vitality has declined.
Fortunately, although his blood energy will decline, his martial arts level will not. It has even become more sophisticated with years of practice.
If not, I’m afraid it’s already been explained here...
But even so, he has reached his limit.
“Old thing!”
Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth angrily, and finally, he used his eyes to signal Lin Qing and others to stay away.
Taking a deep breath, he will activate his blood energy for the second time and completely kill the old Jin Yiwei.
But suddenly, bursts of chaotic footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by shouts, which seemed to be extremely panicked.
“Taoist Master Guan, yes, he is one of ours!”
Lin Qing and others were alert at first, but then their expressions changed drastically.
Aren’t those people fleeing in embarrassment from a distance exactly one of their people?
“What?! Where is Mr. Liu?!”
Guan Shanshui glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the anxious faces of the guards, but Liu Wenpeng was not there, and he couldn't help but feel confused.
Huh~!
Guan Shanshui was confused.
Wei He, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, would not miss this opportunity. His energy is sinking in his Dantian, his blood is brimming, and at the same time as he rushes forward, the ghost-headed sword has been raised to the full moon.
Behead the latter!
Sword skills, beheading!
“Old thing!”
Caught off guard, Guan Shanshui's neck was almost cut open. He roared and staggered back.
When you are so confused, how can you still think about fighting with others?
But Wei He was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. Every blow was more severe than the last, forcing him into a desperate situation.
“You are looking for death!”
Finally, seeing the group of people fleeing in panic, and sure enough there was no sign of Liu Wenpeng, Guan Shanshui's heart sank and he let out a low roar.
Start fighting for your life!
Bang!
The clash of swords is no longer the sound of gold and iron, but like the sound of two bulls running wildly and colliding.
At this moment, the two of them had nothing to hold back.
One person should force the opponent to retreat, and the other person should stop the opponent, touching swords with swords, and exchanging injuries for injuries.
Wei He was eventually too old and his energy and blood could no longer be sustained. After several collisions, his momentum declined and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Bang!
At this moment, a deep muffled sound exploded from a distance.
“This voice…”
Before Wei He noticed it, Guan Shanshui's expression changed drastically. He forced Wei He back with a sword and turned to look at the end of the long street.
I saw a person running and striding, chasing the wind.
His majestic momentum and extremely fast speed made all the guards howl and scream in shock, but he could see clearly that the man was holding a broken butcher knife in one hand.
The other hand is holding a large fine steel bow that he is very familiar with!
“Sir, are you dead?”
Seeing this scene, Lin Qing and others changed their expressions completely, looked at each other, turned around and ran away.
“My lord’s bow…”
Guan Shanshui's pupils contracted violently, as if struck by thunder:
“How could it be?”
Wei He took a step back to regain his composure. Seeing that he was distracted, without thinking, he held his neck with a horizontal knife and used his magic power to remove the joints of his arms.
Then he looked at the person coming.
First there was doubt, then surprise, and finally shock:
“How could it be you?!”
“Master Wei…”
Seeing Wei He restraining Guan Shanshui, Yang Yu's heart dropped, and then a smile appeared on his face: