Like thunder falling from the sky, its color is brilliant, shining through the night sky, its light is so intense that it robs the light of the sea of fire.
The arrow fell as the cold wind blew, just like a sudden drop in the middle of winter. The rain, mist and water vapor that had been burned by the fire were instantly condensed by the cold, turning into billowing wind and snow, suppressing the sea of fire.
In an instant, the night sky became brighter, the dark clouds dispersed, and the blazing fire seemed to be blown out for a moment.
The terrifying air waves then spread, sweeping in heavy snow and rolling in, seeming to freeze the burning city.
The power of one arrow made everyone present moved and horrified.
"The Four Symbols and Arrows of God's Will?"
The dying monk's expression was shocked. He had never seen such archery skills, but in this arrow, he smelled an extremely strong will of martial arts.
and the changes in the expressions of the people behind him.
As the eagle crows and arrows arrive, the despairing and unwilling expressions of the people behind him instantly turn into the excitement of surviving the disaster.
"The warriors of later generations are so tyrannical?!"
The crazy monk looked moved.
He was born in the troubled times of the late Tang Dynasty, when feudal vassal towns were divided and demons were rampant. Only martial arts was not popular. Throughout his life, he had never seen the legendary Martial Saint.
Seeing the power of this arrow at this moment, my heart was shocked. I felt that I might have underestimated the Martial Saint.
This arrow was almost like a supernatural power, and its momentum was so powerful that even he couldn't help but feel extremely fearful.
It has nothing to do with friend or foe, it is purely an instinctive awe that living beings have for the power that can threaten their own existence.
Boom!
First an arrow fell into the sea of fire, and then a continuous explosion of energy rolled in. In an instant, the huge city was shrouded in thunder.
Even in the sea of fire, Yan Longxing, who was taking dangerous risks to fight Tao ghosts, felt his heart tremble.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The sword light cut off the sea of fire like a tide, and the red Yanlongxing struggled to push back the Taoist ghost. He suddenly raised his head and saw golden light coming through, and a goshawk spread its wings and screamed in the night sky.
A figure fell across the sky and fell into the sea of fire like a meteor.
Boom!
The surging air waves and blood energy billowed out in all directions, blowing smoke, dust and ashes in all directions. The momentum was so majestic that it was like a sacred mountain moving!
The arrow fell, followed by a thunderous explosion, as if the Nine Heavens Thunder God had descended into the world. Its power was so terrifying that Yan Longxing's heart beat wildly.
What made him even more incredible was that the Tao ghost, which was invisible and shapeless in the sea of fire and could not be killed, actually retreated in fear like a living person...
"Your Majesty!"
"The Four Symbols and Arrows of God's will, the prince himself is here!"
"Your Majesty!"
…
Yan Longxing's heart was pounding, but the masters of the Demon Slayer Division and the Supervision Division were full of fear and excitement for the rest of their lives.
Many of them have never seen the legendary Northwest King, but this does not affect their reverence.
Just like the Northwest New Army, the Demon Slaying Department and the Supervision Department, as well as many institutions in the Northwest Road, all take the Northwest Liangjiazi as their priority.
In other words, the more than twenty years that these young masters have grown up are exactly the same twenty years that have taken Yang Yu to become famous all over the world. He has grown from a soldier in a border town to the Northwest King who is implicitly known as the best in the world!
boom!
As the air waves dispersed, Yang Yu slowly raised his eyes and swept his cold eyes across the group of people in the blazing sea of fire, as well as the formless Taoist ghost that kept changing its position with the birth and death of the fire.
Behind him, Jiang Xiaobai and Wang Liu looked disgraced, excited, nervous and in awe.
At this moment, they were in the center of the sea of fire, but at this moment, within a radius of twenty feet with them, no, with their own prince as the center, there was no flame to burn.
Wherever his blood energy, which has not been completely restrained and is as majestic as the vast ocean, goes, the terrifying flames that can burn black iron are extinguished and cooled down!
However, where his arrow landed, the Taoist ghost in the fire rose from another flame, seemingly unscathed...
This fire...
"It's in vain that you have a bull's head, a horse's face and a high rank, but you are so unbearable in the face of a few brats..."
Looking back, Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
The Northwest Three Divisions were built by him with great care and effort. Among them are elites who not only personally teach superior martial arts, but also change their fates through the secrets. Everyone can be said to be gifted.
At this moment, with Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai as the leaders, dozens of people have gathered here. With the help of the Niutou and Horse Face supernatural powers, even if they cannot take down a few Tao ghosts, logically speaking, they should be able to advance and retreat freely.
The head of an ox and the face of a horse are the messengers of seducing spirits and the heads of underworld ghosts. Any ghost in front of them will be shorter than before, even if it is a Taoist ghost, there will be no exception.
This loss is really ugly...
"Your Majesty..."
Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai immediately blushed and were speechless.
"That's all."
At this moment, Yang Yu had no intention of holding anyone accountable. As soon as he finished speaking, the person had already passed by and landed in front of the insane monk.
Wherever they passed, the flames were extinguished, and Wang and Liu hurriedly followed, because as Yang Yu left, the extinguished flames ignited again.
"Roar!"
And as Yang Yu left, a shrill ghost howl erupted from the sea of fire, and eight invisible and formless evil ghosts, accompanied by the monstrous fire, attacked Yan Longxing again.
The latter almost broke his teeth, but had no choice but to fight fiercely.
"you……"
Looking at the young swordsman coming through the flames, the crazy monk's expression was moved, but before he could speak, a group of people behind him had already rushed to the front, and saluted with excitement and shame.
"My lord, my subordinates are incompetent..."
Phew~
The surging energy and blood had not yet calmed down. Yang Yu stopped in front of the temple and casually waved his hands for everyone to wait on him. His eyes fell on the old monk in ragged clothes:
"Crazy monk?"
He arrived late and was separated by illusions, so he did not hear the previous conversation between several people. However, he had experienced many illusions, and after a change of mind, he had already guessed the general outline.
He has always had respect for such people.
"Amitabha."
The old monk clasped his hands together, stopped sitting down, stood up and made a half salute, with wonder and regret in his eyes:
"It turns out it was Kuixing in person, the monk was polite, polite..."
"Master is polite."
Yang Yu returned the gift, but did not exchange too many greetings:
"Master, this fire started because of you. It's your turn to put out the fire."
In the ruined city, the fire broke out again.
This was a magical fire that could be extinguished by extraordinary means. He already knew that with that arrow, if he wanted to extinguish the fire, it had to fall at the source.
"The donor is right. This fire started because of the monk, and it is up to the monk to extinguish it. However, the monk can only extinguish this fire once. If the eight demons in it cannot be extinguished, it will definitely lead to catastrophe in the future...
…”
The old monk sighed slightly:
"The donor came from the outside world, and I can see that the illusion here has a tendency to overlap with the outside world..."
He really has a way to put out fires...
Hearing these words, the people who were almost burned to death couldn't help but feel angry in their hearts, but Yang Yu, who was in front, had no choice but to endure it.
"It seems that the master cannot trust Yang."
Yang Yu understood the meaning.
"No non-monk can trust the donor. In fact, these eight demons have some hidden Taoist qualities. Even if they have unparalleled martial arts, it will be difficult to completely kill them..."
The old monk was very calm:
"Since the donor has become a martial saint, he has no hope of becoming a leader. He has the rank of a top star, but he has not yet become a top star. Monk, I..."
"Such rhetoric again..."
Raising his hand to interrupt the mad monk, Yang Yu looked cold and solemn:
"What if Yang insists on putting out the fire?"
"Amitabha……"
Invisible qi machines collided in front of the temple, and ripples appeared in the void. The chill that rose in an instant made everyone feel terrified.
Jiang Xiazi, who was hiding aside, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. This man's momentum was much stronger than a few years ago...
"The capital of the great emperor, the capital of the great emperor!"
Feeling the biting chill, Jiang Xiazi's heart was pounding, and he finally couldn't help but say:
"King Yang, if you want to put out this fire, I have some ideas!"
Um?!
When he opened his mouth, the Demon Slayer Division and others couldn't help but feel shocked, and the crazy monk couldn't help but turn around in surprise.
But I saw this Taoist with a slightly gloomy face, patting the ashes on his body, and stood up calmly, without any nonsense:
"The reason why this fire cannot be burned by anything and cannot be extinguished is that the Buddha and the demon are intertwined, and the two magical fires burn each other.
But its source is the Buddha's fire that was raised when the Arhat died. To extinguish this fire, the simplest way is..."
Facing Yang Yu's heavenly eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate everything, Jiang Xiazi's heart beat like thunder, and he felt great danger.
But he still gritted his teeth and said the second half of the sentence:
"Kill the Arhat!"
"Kill the Arhat."
Yang Yu didn't comment, just looked at the crazy monk.
"This benefactor is quite knowledgeable..."
The crazy monk nodded:
"Yes, the source of this fire lies in the monk. If the monk dies, the fire will be extinguished. But once the fire is extinguished, the eight demons will be freed..."
boom!
While several people were talking, a shocking roar erupted from the sea of fire, and a divine blade penetrated the sea of fire, leaving deep traces in the ruins.
"The disciples of Yushan can't be trusted!"
In the air waves, Yan Longxing was covered in blood. He was frightened and angry in his embarrassment. He seemed to have heard the conversation of several people:
"Jiang Xiazi, since you know how to put out fires, how dare you hide it from me?!"
Yan Longxing almost vomited blood when he heard the conversation between several people. He had always been wary of Jiang Xiazi, but he never expected that he would be tricked.
At this moment, he was extremely angry, but he couldn't get away. Even though the divine sword was powerful, he couldn't completely defeat these eight Taoist ghosts.
Instead, he was invaded by flames, and his limbs and bones were all scalding hot. In a moment, without anyone else taking action, he would completely spontaneously combust...
But his roar naturally didn't attract anyone's attention.
"These eight demons are formless and almost impossible to kill. If they ever get out of trouble..."
"Master's concern is just that he is afraid that Yang will not be able to capture these eight demons, and will cause them to escape, causing them to poison the world..."
Being interrupted again, the crazy monk was not annoyed and nodded slightly. When he was about to speak, Yang Yu turned around and stepped forward.
boom!
With one step, a huge roar exploded, and the huge square seemed to be turned upside down by the step.
After the roar, the energy and blood that surged like a vast ocean rose into the sky along with Yang Yu.
"Then Master, you might as well take a look..."
Buzz!
As the words echoed, Yang Yu's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight, and only a golden light was seen piercing the sea of fire.
"Roar!"
As if he sensed the threat, a roar that was not like a human voice came from somewhere in the city that turned into a sea of fire.
The fire, which was already extremely blazing, instantly increased several times.
boom!
Caught off guard, Yan Longxing only heard a 'click' sound, and the protective magical weapon had been burned through by the flames!
"not good!"
Yan Longxing's eyes were about to burst, and the divine sword glowed with blazing light, but he couldn't even dodge and was caught in the flames.
Along with the tragic wail, it instantly turned into a ball of fire.
"Jiang Xiazi!"
The extremely shrill wail was instantly drowned out by the bursting sound of fire.
As if they were aware of the danger, eight ghost figures wandering in the sea of fire appeared together, roaring madly in the fire that filled the sky.
"careful!"
Even the crazy monk was not aware of Yang Yu's sudden rise. He immediately took a step forward, spread his clasped hands, and used the cattail leaf fan and the wine gourd as a guide to induce a violent storm to suppress the fire.
At the same time, he let out a thunderous shout, reminding Yang Yu:
"The magical power of these eight demons is..."
The crazy monk's reaction was not unpleasant, but compared to the riot in the sea of fire, it was still a moment slower.
Boom!
Accompanied by an explosion that sounded like thunder, Yang Yu opened and closed his fists, and the surging energy and blood mixed with the true energy prompted him to release the Tianxiang Fist.
Compared with the great master, the amount of true energy and true power of the Martial Saint is only insignificant. The Martial Saint is really beyond the limit and the root of overwhelming the master of magical power is the will of the Martial Saint.
The will of the Martial Saint, also known as the essence of fist intention!
From virtuality to reality!
Substantial fist power can break through the illusion and come to the real world, and with the blessing of martial arts, it can truly have the ability to compete with Taoism and supernatural powers.
At this moment, with the blessing of Yang Yu's will and the opening and closing of the Heavenly Elephant Fist, the blood energy actually turned into cold currents and scattered in all directions.
Visible to the naked eye, large areas of fire were frozen and extinguished.
Although it only took a few moments for the flame to rise again, Yang Yu only needed these few moments.
boom!
One step forward, across half the city, overwhelming the sea of fire!
But at this moment, the crazy monk's warning had just arrived, but it suddenly stopped. This living Buddha who lived more than a thousand years ago couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw this scene.
"Luck? No, it's fate! Fate fluctuates, Kuixing's magical power?!"
For an instant, the mad monk seemed to be in a trance.
His expression was moved, and he looked far away, only to see large amounts of white air billowing and spreading in the ruined city due to the collision of wind, frost and flames.
In the white air, a phantom came out of the illusion, lifted by an indescribable aura!
At first, it was no more than three feet tall, resembling a human or a monkey, but in an instant, it expanded violently under the interweaving of seven purple streams of light!
In just an instant, it transformed into a shadow of a ghost and god about one foot and two feet tall, barefooted, wearing a red robe, holding a sword in his hand, and hanging a gourd and a seal on his waist!
"Kuixing?!"
A look of astonishment flashed past, and the mad monk was startled:
"You have already achieved the position of Kuixing?! No, you, you are..."
Roar!
The moment the shadows of ghosts and gods appeared, Huo Hai seemed to be greatly frightened and suddenly fainted.
The eight ghost figures that shuttled in the firelight stayed where they were, as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in time.
"This is……"
In the midst of the hurricane and the fire, Yang Yu leaned forward. In the clouds and mist, the shadow of Kuixing, who was barefoot and disheveled, also leaned forward.
Divine power flourishes, giant feet step down:
"Kuixing kick fight!"
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