"Little beast, how dare you insult my great uncle?!"
The people from the Iron Sword Sect were furious and were about to charge forward with their shaking swords, but Yan Jinglue raised his hand to stop them.
The old man with black hair and white hair held the sword with one hand and his eyes were cold:
"Little one, do you think that you can be so ignorant that you have a few martial arts skills?...Since you are so shameless, don't blame me for bullying the younger ones!"
"I heard that you were also a person who went to the Liujishan battlefield decades ago. Why can't you carry it clearly as you age?"
Flicking the half-broken butcher knife, Yang Yu slowly stood up, the blade glowing with a cold light:
"Old man, your face is worthless to me!"
Whether in the past life or in this life, there is always no shortage of so-called experienced people in this world. Lao Jianghu will tell you condescendingly with the attitude of having experienced thousands of sailings.
This is wrong, that is not good.
Yang Yu's attitude towards this kind of person is also very clear.
Old guy, you're out of date!
"very good."
Yan Jinglue was extremely angry but smiled:
"I can't believe that I, who has only been out of business for twenty years, would be so underestimated by others. Haha, hahaha!"
As soon as the laughter started to reverberate, it was extinguished by the sound of a clear sword.
Buzz!
The sword light suddenly rises!
In an instant, a strong chill hit my face.
Before the light of the sword arrived, the strong wind blew out the blazing bonfire, and the thieves and prisoners were thrown away by the airflow before they could react.
The figure of the old man could no longer be seen in their eyes, only a ray of sword light flashed past at an extremely fast speed.
Ten feet, seems like only one step!
The next moment,
The sound of gold and iron that was enough to pierce the eardrums exploded next to the official road.
Zheng!
The swords clashed and sparks flew everywhere.
Yang Yu held his sword in front, letting the sword light pierce the blade. His body remained motionless, feeling the stinging pain in his arms from the incoming inner energy.
Yan Jinglue's swordsmanship, body skills, and internal energy are all mature and proficient, but he is too old.
Although the inner Qi is much deeper than that of Yuchilong, its Qi and blood have declined, and its muscles and bones have become loose, making it even more limited than the former.
"That's all."
Yang Yu sneered, shook his arms, and shook the long sword out.
Yan Jing glanced back a few feet, as if he had been greatly frightened, and his white hair flew back:
"Such strength?!"
His pupils contracted violently.
After a collision, he finally understood how this little thing who seemed to have had less than three blood exchanges got the confidence to dare to contradict him.
He had only seen such unconventional terrifying power in one person.
He went to Liujishan to join the army in the name of Iron Sword Sect, and served under the current Qingzhou General Wei Zhengxian.
That is, he is proficient in swordsmanship and does not put that young boy in his eyes at all.
At that time, he had no idea that although Wei Zhengxian had just received a blood transfusion, his arms had tremendous strength that was "unmatched by the Four Elephants".
After just one fight, his energy was shattered and he lay on the bed for a whole year. Because of this, he became the only person from the Iron Sword Sect who returned alive from the battlefield of Liuji Mountain.
This kid...
"It's my turn!"
Naturally, Yang Yu was keenly aware that he stomped his feet heavily, his spine trembled, and the butcher's knife was already slashing towards Yan Jinglue with the force of splitting the wind.
boom!
The swords collided and made an explosion sound.
As soon as he made a move, Yang Yu had no reservations. As the sword flashed across his body, the blood all over his body began to boil!
Even though Yan Jinglue was proficient in swordsmanship, he was forced to retreat continuously.
The expressions of everyone in the Iron Sword Sect changed.
"How dare you bully me?!"
After taking nine steps back in a row, Yan Jinglue's face turned extremely red.
Finally, after another collision, he endured the huge force that almost caused him to vomit blood, his inner energy surged, and his blood energy burst into life.
"Uncle Master?!"
"Uncle Master!"
The faces of everyone in Guan Shanshui and Iron Sword Gate all changed drastically.
Yan Jinglue is nearly ninety years old, his muscles and bones are slack, and his blood energy has dropped to a low level. Once his blood energy is stimulated, he will be really desperate!
"Little beast, I want you to die!"
Yan Jinglue's face turned red, he roared angrily and stretched out his ape arms. As he danced his single sword, there seemed to be a loud sound of wind and thunder.
At this moment, he had no reservations.
As his muscles and bones trembled, his blood and energy surged, as if a tiger's roar was coming from his body.
The blood energy surges like a tiger roaring!
call!
With the help of the blood energy, Yan Jinglue moved faster and danced out a large sword light with the force of wind and thunder, covering Yang Yu's entire body.
Astonishingly, it was his direct descendant from the Iron Sword Sect who passed down the swordsmanship, Feng Lei Yijian!
"The blood is like the roar of a tiger..."
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
The level of blood exchange does not represent absolute strength. However, being like an ox or a tiger is still a huge leap.
Those who have the blood and energy of an ox will be trampled under their fists, feet, and palms like a galloping bull.
And the blood energy of a tiger is even better, it is the power and edge.
His blood is like that of a tiger, and the palms of his fingers have the ferocity of an evil tiger pouncing on its prey, and the tearing edge of its fangs and claws.
The sword's light is stimulated by the tiger's blood, enough to cut through gold and iron!
Although Yu Chilong and Liu Wenpeng have reached this level, their mastery of blood energy is far less sophisticated than this old guy.
The power is certainly greater.
The power and sharpness are far inferior.
At this moment, Yang Yu felt a stinging pain all over his body. The wind and thunder sword was not aimed at any one point, but all over his body!
There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to dodge it.
"But I didn't want to dodge!"
Yang Yu's mind was concentrated, feeling the changes in the airflow within three feet of his body.
Since there is no way to avoid it, then don’t dodge it!
"How could that boy be so arrogant?!"
Seeing this, Shi Yongyan felt anxious. Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer. He stepped out of the darkness and jumped out of the darkness. His long sword trembled, and he was about to use his strength to cut off the chains on the prison car.
Save people first!
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he heard a ringing sound like a yellow bell.
Suddenly turned around.
Under the light of my uncle's sword, I saw a large amount of sand rising up into the sky.
It was as if a huge elephant stepped down heavily, and the whole ground seemed to be shaken.
And the next moment, with a crescent-like sharp edge, the broad broken sword that could cover a person's face cut through the sword light at an incredible angle.
Without evading or dodging, he slashed at Yan Jinglue who was stabbing at him quickly!
"not good!"
Yan Jinglue was shocked.
There is nothing subtle about this sword, it is just the control of the angle and the absolute explosion of absolute power.
However, such a simple knife gave him an irresistible and terrifying murderous intention.
boom!
The swords collided and there was a huge explosion.
As the night fell, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. They saw all the dancing sword flowers disintegrate, and the heavy and thick sword slashed hard.
"Uncle Master!!"
"Master-uncle!"
The eyes of everyone in the Iron Sword Sect were about to burst, and blood was sprayed amidst the screams.
The tiger's mouth exploded, and the sword was released!
Yan Jinglue felt as if he had been guessed by an elephant, and the powerful force was as heavy as it was fifty years ago.
In just a moment, his blood and inner energy were shattered.
Then, he fell heavily to the ground!
"stop!"
Seeing Yang Yu knocking Yan Jinglue to the ground with the back of his sword, everyone in the Iron Sword Gate went crazy, roaring angrily and waving their swords as they rushed over.
when!
It was only then that Shi Yongyan's sword struck the chains outside the stainless steel prison car.
But without the blessing of inner energy, not only did the chain fail to be cut, the sword was also chipped.
"When you're old enough to be buried, don't learn how to be brave and fierce from young people."
Glancing at Yan Jinglue who was lying on the ground, Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
Then, he swung the back of his sword and knocked everyone from the Iron Sword Sect who rushed forward one by one to the ground, with broken muscles and bones, and howls and screams.
Just now he looked at the stunned Shi Yongyan, Guan Shanshui, and the prisoners who seemed to want to slip away:
"Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"
"Ah? No, no need."
Zhao Jiu and Jiang both woke up from a dream, trembling all over, and stepped forward to disperse the inner energy of the people in the Iron Sword Sect and strip them naked.
"Yang prison..."
Guan Shanshui whined, gritted his teeth and looked at his disciple:
"Yongyan, admit your defeat..."
Shi Yongyan was dumbfounded and didn't know whether he heard it or not, but he didn't resist until Zhao Qi took the sword away from his hand and knocked him down.
It seemed that he couldn't bear the impact in front of him.
"Kill, kill me!"
After a long time, in the crowded prison car, Yan Jinglue recovered from the heavy blow and roared:
"You little beast, if you have the guts, kill me!"
Snapped!
The yelling and cursing stopped abruptly.
"shut up!"
Zhao Qi rubbed his wrist, grinned and cursed:
"Master Yang is right, you old guy is really thick-skinned!"
There are no chains on his body.
Except for Guan Shanshui, Shi Yongyan, and Yan Jinglue who were packed into the prison car, all the other prisoners were unchained.
Locked everyone in the Iron Sword Gate together.
"Colluded with the Liansheng Cult in an attempt to rebel, robbed the prison van, and wanted to kill the officials. With so many charges attached to them, the net worth of some of them is quite high. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill them like this?"
Yang Yu sat by the campfire and responded calmly.
The six doors are a mechanism for arresting criminals.
Any criminal is worth a lot of money. Pills, weapons, armor, and even martial arts all require merit.
Capturing the murderer is naturally a considerable achievement.
Since these people were bound to die anyway, he naturally didn't want to get bloodied.
"Behead Yang, behead Yang!"
Everyone in the Iron Sword Sect was stripped naked and cursed angrily. Then, they were beaten violently by the previous criminals one by one.
"Behead..."
Yang Yu's mouth twitched.
He never thought that he would get such a cruel nickname.
Obviously he is so law-abiding...
Cursing the gangsters in the world, Yang Yu set out to clean up the belongings of the people in the Iron Sword Sect.
But compared to the Liansheng Sect who came out of the rebellion, the people of the Tiejian Sect, which even lacked the mountain gate, are much richer. This is something they have accumulated over many years.
There are 4,800 taels of silver notes, 500 taels of gold notes, some broken silver, and some inferior martial arts secrets, both internal and external.
Including Yan Jinglue's Feng Lei Yijian, which is very powerful and close to the middle level martial arts.
"Such a small sect has so much money."
Putting the things in his arms, Yang Yu was a little shocked.
Qingzhou is not a wealthy place, and Shunde Prefecture is even less so. The money these people carry with them is enough to allow tens of thousands of people in Heishan City to survive the winter without any worries.
The bandits and everyone in the inner city are all poor compared to these sects.
But yes, without this family background, how can we support the disciples and disciples in the sect who are not engaged in production?
How dare you use justice and wealth, how can you travel in the world?
"Beast, beast!"
The eyes of everyone in the Iron Sword Sect turned red.
Yang Yu didn't pay much attention to the insults, and just told Zhao Qi and Jiang to beat him harder.
Gradually, it gets brighter.
Yang Yu got on the carriage with a knife in his hand, asked Zhao Qi to get some dry food, and then started on his way.
"Yang Yu, Yang Yu..."
The three generations of the Iron Sword Clan who were imprisoned in the prison car gritted their teeth and stared at the carriage.
Zhao Qi originally wanted to give these three people a piece of cake, but when he saw this scene, he changed his eyes, shared the cake with Jiang, turned around, got into the carriage, and started on his way, waving his whip.
In the carriage, Yang Yu tapped a bunch of things again and was very satisfied.
Just this time, he felt that he could eat for several years.
Looking at the red sun rising in the sky, I can't help but have thoughts flashing in my mind.
"Iron Sword Gate, there should be others there, right?"